Character: Gabriel Gray
Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 600ish
Rating: G
Prompt: 015. Little brother and little sister. 72/100
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Notes: Before Six Months Ago by a week or so.
This rare happy Gabriel fic is dedicated to
eriksselest.
The sound of the bell above the door pulled me away from the Sylar. It was the middle of the afternoon on a beautiful spring day, and most people were off enjoying their Saturday some place warm and sunny. But not me, I had bills to pay, but I didn’t mind. I liked the quiet and the company of the clocks ticking.
So it was quite a surprise when a well dressed couple came in followed by their children. They were just in time for the chimes to announce the hour, and the little girl giggled when the five cuckoo clocks went off together.
“Look Davey,” she said, pulling on her brother’s hand. “It’s just like It’s a Small World!”
Davey’s eyes grew enormous behind his glasses. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s not how I looked the first time I saw the clocks. They weren’t the same ones that my father had on the wall, of course, business isn’t that bad, but they were always hung in the same place, on the same hooks.
I got up careful to set the Sylar someplace safe and stepped into the shop to help them. I didn’t say anything at first. It’s always better to let customers know that you’re there without intruding on them. It also helps the sale if you watch them. That way I could judge what it was that they were interested in. They passed by the men’s watches and settled in front of the women’s display. But before I could walk over to assist them I felt a hand on my pants leg.
“Mister?” The girl was looking up at me. Her eyes were nearly as big as her brother’s, and she gave me a dazzling smile. “Can you make the clocks go off again, please? My brother liked them.”
“Amber Marie,” the mother said, giving Amber Marie and I both a gentle smile. “I’m sure Mr. Gray is very busy.”
“Oh no,” I said, returning Amber Marie’s smile. “I’d be happy to make them go off again for your brother. “ I glanced over at Davey’s whose eyes were locked on the five clocks as if willing them to go off again. He seemed to be in his own little world. “After that you and Davey can help your mom and dad, pick out a pretty watch, OK?”
“Thank you, Mr. Gray. That’s very nice of you,” the mother said before turning back to the display. Her husband slipped his arm behind her until his hand rested on the base of her spine before they touched shoulders. They were obviously very happy people.
Amber Marie agreed to my terms and half pulled me over to where Davey was still waiting for the clocks to chime again. When my eyes met his, it was as if he didn’t see me. He was in his own world. He was broken. He was autistic. I could almost see where his brain didn’t process information the way it was supposed to.
“Let’s see what we can do about those pesky birds, hmmm?” I said as I pulled the clocks from the wall one after another and set them back a few minutes. Setting them wrong bothered me. I hated it when the clocks weren’t right. Even the international clocks above the door used to make me grind my teeth. Yes, they were right in their time zones, but it still bothered me. But if I could make Davey smile again, it was worth a little discomfort on my part.
Genre: Gen
Author:
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Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 600ish
Rating: G
Prompt: 015. Little brother and little sister. 72/100
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Notes: Before Six Months Ago by a week or so.
This rare happy Gabriel fic is dedicated to
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The sound of the bell above the door pulled me away from the Sylar. It was the middle of the afternoon on a beautiful spring day, and most people were off enjoying their Saturday some place warm and sunny. But not me, I had bills to pay, but I didn’t mind. I liked the quiet and the company of the clocks ticking.
So it was quite a surprise when a well dressed couple came in followed by their children. They were just in time for the chimes to announce the hour, and the little girl giggled when the five cuckoo clocks went off together.
“Look Davey,” she said, pulling on her brother’s hand. “It’s just like It’s a Small World!”
Davey’s eyes grew enormous behind his glasses. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s not how I looked the first time I saw the clocks. They weren’t the same ones that my father had on the wall, of course, business isn’t that bad, but they were always hung in the same place, on the same hooks.
I got up careful to set the Sylar someplace safe and stepped into the shop to help them. I didn’t say anything at first. It’s always better to let customers know that you’re there without intruding on them. It also helps the sale if you watch them. That way I could judge what it was that they were interested in. They passed by the men’s watches and settled in front of the women’s display. But before I could walk over to assist them I felt a hand on my pants leg.
“Mister?” The girl was looking up at me. Her eyes were nearly as big as her brother’s, and she gave me a dazzling smile. “Can you make the clocks go off again, please? My brother liked them.”
“Amber Marie,” the mother said, giving Amber Marie and I both a gentle smile. “I’m sure Mr. Gray is very busy.”
“Oh no,” I said, returning Amber Marie’s smile. “I’d be happy to make them go off again for your brother. “ I glanced over at Davey’s whose eyes were locked on the five clocks as if willing them to go off again. He seemed to be in his own little world. “After that you and Davey can help your mom and dad, pick out a pretty watch, OK?”
“Thank you, Mr. Gray. That’s very nice of you,” the mother said before turning back to the display. Her husband slipped his arm behind her until his hand rested on the base of her spine before they touched shoulders. They were obviously very happy people.
Amber Marie agreed to my terms and half pulled me over to where Davey was still waiting for the clocks to chime again. When my eyes met his, it was as if he didn’t see me. He was in his own world. He was broken. He was autistic. I could almost see where his brain didn’t process information the way it was supposed to.
“Let’s see what we can do about those pesky birds, hmmm?” I said as I pulled the clocks from the wall one after another and set them back a few minutes. Setting them wrong bothered me. I hated it when the clocks weren’t right. Even the international clocks above the door used to make me grind my teeth. Yes, they were right in their time zones, but it still bothered me. But if I could make Davey smile again, it was worth a little discomfort on my part.