Bag and Tag
Title: Bag and Tag
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Eden
Rating: R
Word count: 939
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Eden's first Bag & Tag.
Note: AU. Takes place when Eden first got there, so April or so.
More to come.
Parts: 1, 2, 3
I stare at the out of order elevator with reproach and then down at the heavy tank sitting by my feet. "Just my shitty luck...ok." Looking around the abandoned looking corridor and not seeing anyone I take a risk and leave the tank there but bring the little lizard with me. Climbing the stairs I bring him up to my face and talk as he sits in my palm. "And if I find that's it's gone when I get back down murder is going to be done, I don't care who..."
Rounding the corner I come to a stop when I see a man standing outside Chandra's door, preparing to knock. But as I watch he lowers his hand and runs it through his hair instead, clearly nervous. Coming forward I speak up. "If you're looking for the professor he's not in I'm afraid."
The man turns sharply and a guilty look flashes over his face before it settle into a shy smile. He's over six feet, towering over me - like everyone does - and appears in his late twenties. His appearance takes me aback at first, so very formal and pristine looking. As I watch he fidgety flattens his finger combed hair neat again. From another age even.
Man's stepped right from Smallville...
"Oh, oh that's ok then. I wasn't really gonna..." He trails off and averts his eyes from mine, looking down at the lizard and his mouth quirks at the corners. "Iguana."
"He's cute right? There was a school having a sale and they were giving him away along with a tank." Oh shit! I can feel my eyes growing wide and not knowing what else to do suddenly thrust the animal into his hands which he takes in surprise. "Oh shit! Sorry but can you just hold him for a minute? I left the tank down there." So saying I run and leave the bemused looking man behind me. But after a few moment he follows, hearing me swearing whilst trying to get this fucking thing up the stairs by myself. This wasn't in the job contract, that's for sure! Well, not really...
"Do you want some help?"
"Oh god, yes please." I laugh, red faced and sweaty as he stares down at me a few steps up. "It weighs a ton and the taxi driver sped off before I could ask for his help." I haven't been in the city for that long but damn people here were hostile and will avoid confrontation at all costs. Just general city folk I guess.
The man smirks and dropping the lizard carefully into the tank grasps one end of it as I do the same. "Trust me he wouldn't have helped." He says, eyes on mine and I roll my eyes goodnaturedly at him. Seeing him up close he's very good looking but still surrounded by an air of oddness.
"Well he's an asshole then! Ok, one, two, three, lift!" The load lightened we heft the tank slowly back to my floor before settling it down between my door and Chandra's. Shaking his mussed hair out of his glasses he smiles at me fully as I shake his hand on impulse. He's probably freeze if I went in for a hug. "Well you're not an asshole, so thanks! I'm Eden."
"Gabriel Gray."
Nice name, I think as I slip a hand into a pocket of my jeans - I now own an extensive, fashionable and, most of all, expensive wardrobe thanks to the monthly Company paycheque - and move around Gabriel to unlock Chandra's door. When I turn back he's staring at me with confusion but also very carefully. Trying to read me? Good luck. "You know Dr Suresh?"
"Yeah, he's my neighbour. I live there." I jerk my head to the door opposite and he nods, backing away slightly. "This is my gift to him. I think he gets lonely when I'm not there to chew his ear off so I saw this and just had to get it. And he says nice things about my cooking!" I say sarcastically and a silence stretches and so I smile at him friendly but something more guarded falls over his face. He looks down at his watch and then back at me apologetically.
"Eh, could you, if it's not to much bother, not mention that I was here? I just...it's complicated." He finishes with a troubled expression and I catch him clutch at his wrist watch tightly.
Interesting, what are you hiding? But hopefully keeping the interest off my face I nod lightly with a shrug of shoulders. "Sure, it's no problem. Thanks again for helping me, it would have killed me for sure." He snorts softly and leaves after a rather adorably awkward wave goodbye.
Looking down at the tank with a sigh I place my hands on my hips and prepare to get this thing in Chandra's apartment and set up before he arrives. As I'm bending down I spot the book resting beside his door and pick it up, straighting. Activating Evolution. I turn to call after Gabriel but he's long gone. I flip through it and find Chandra's address written on the fly cover. A small white card is face down so I turn it over to see a business card:
Gray & Sons
Timepiece Restore
Proprietor: Gabriel Gray.
There's an address and telephone number printed on the bottom. Flicking the card against my fingers I stare towards the stairs, my interest pique. This would certainly give me something to do. Maybe even my first "special" to report to Bennet...
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Eden
Rating: R
Word count: 939
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Eden's first Bag & Tag.
Note: AU. Takes place when Eden first got there, so April or so.
More to come.
Parts: 1, 2, 3
I stare at the out of order elevator with reproach and then down at the heavy tank sitting by my feet. "Just my shitty luck...ok." Looking around the abandoned looking corridor and not seeing anyone I take a risk and leave the tank there but bring the little lizard with me. Climbing the stairs I bring him up to my face and talk as he sits in my palm. "And if I find that's it's gone when I get back down murder is going to be done, I don't care who..."
Rounding the corner I come to a stop when I see a man standing outside Chandra's door, preparing to knock. But as I watch he lowers his hand and runs it through his hair instead, clearly nervous. Coming forward I speak up. "If you're looking for the professor he's not in I'm afraid."
The man turns sharply and a guilty look flashes over his face before it settle into a shy smile. He's over six feet, towering over me - like everyone does - and appears in his late twenties. His appearance takes me aback at first, so very formal and pristine looking. As I watch he fidgety flattens his finger combed hair neat again. From another age even.
Man's stepped right from Smallville...
"Oh, oh that's ok then. I wasn't really gonna..." He trails off and averts his eyes from mine, looking down at the lizard and his mouth quirks at the corners. "Iguana."
"He's cute right? There was a school having a sale and they were giving him away along with a tank." Oh shit! I can feel my eyes growing wide and not knowing what else to do suddenly thrust the animal into his hands which he takes in surprise. "Oh shit! Sorry but can you just hold him for a minute? I left the tank down there." So saying I run and leave the bemused looking man behind me. But after a few moment he follows, hearing me swearing whilst trying to get this fucking thing up the stairs by myself. This wasn't in the job contract, that's for sure! Well, not really...
"Do you want some help?"
"Oh god, yes please." I laugh, red faced and sweaty as he stares down at me a few steps up. "It weighs a ton and the taxi driver sped off before I could ask for his help." I haven't been in the city for that long but damn people here were hostile and will avoid confrontation at all costs. Just general city folk I guess.
The man smirks and dropping the lizard carefully into the tank grasps one end of it as I do the same. "Trust me he wouldn't have helped." He says, eyes on mine and I roll my eyes goodnaturedly at him. Seeing him up close he's very good looking but still surrounded by an air of oddness.
"Well he's an asshole then! Ok, one, two, three, lift!" The load lightened we heft the tank slowly back to my floor before settling it down between my door and Chandra's. Shaking his mussed hair out of his glasses he smiles at me fully as I shake his hand on impulse. He's probably freeze if I went in for a hug. "Well you're not an asshole, so thanks! I'm Eden."
"Gabriel Gray."
Nice name, I think as I slip a hand into a pocket of my jeans - I now own an extensive, fashionable and, most of all, expensive wardrobe thanks to the monthly Company paycheque - and move around Gabriel to unlock Chandra's door. When I turn back he's staring at me with confusion but also very carefully. Trying to read me? Good luck. "You know Dr Suresh?"
"Yeah, he's my neighbour. I live there." I jerk my head to the door opposite and he nods, backing away slightly. "This is my gift to him. I think he gets lonely when I'm not there to chew his ear off so I saw this and just had to get it. And he says nice things about my cooking!" I say sarcastically and a silence stretches and so I smile at him friendly but something more guarded falls over his face. He looks down at his watch and then back at me apologetically.
"Eh, could you, if it's not to much bother, not mention that I was here? I just...it's complicated." He finishes with a troubled expression and I catch him clutch at his wrist watch tightly.
Interesting, what are you hiding? But hopefully keeping the interest off my face I nod lightly with a shrug of shoulders. "Sure, it's no problem. Thanks again for helping me, it would have killed me for sure." He snorts softly and leaves after a rather adorably awkward wave goodbye.
Looking down at the tank with a sigh I place my hands on my hips and prepare to get this thing in Chandra's apartment and set up before he arrives. As I'm bending down I spot the book resting beside his door and pick it up, straighting. Activating Evolution. I turn to call after Gabriel but he's long gone. I flip through it and find Chandra's address written on the fly cover. A small white card is face down so I turn it over to see a business card:
Gray & Sons
Timepiece Restore
Proprietor: Gabriel Gray.
There's an address and telephone number printed on the bottom. Flicking the card against my fingers I stare towards the stairs, my interest pique. This would certainly give me something to do. Maybe even my first "special" to report to Bennet...