bittersweet possibility | a tiger on the attack, ready to bleed
Who | Claire Petrelli and Gabriel Gray.
What | AU verse in which Claire is an agent working to hunt specials for the Company who's one step from being considered too dangerous to employ, and Gabriel Gray is a watchmaker who'd rather keep the Company, it agents, and Claire Bennet out of his life for as long as possible -- too bad she's fixated on killing him before he can use his ability to "hurt people."
Where | Gray and Son's Watch Repair, Brooklyn, NY
When | Roughly April 2006, as Gabriel begins to discover his ability.
How | prose.
It's not her first day on the job. Not by a long shot, but you wouldn't guess it by the way Claire Petrelli's hands kept shaking. It was embarrassing. And no matter how many times Elle assured her that it only made sense to be worried, she couldn't help but feeling like an idiot for it. She'd taken down guys a lot more intimidating than some watchmaker in New York -- Knox, for example -- but this was different.
This one was a potential mimic. She'd read the file a dozen times before she'd even touched the car to head down, and every time, it just bugged her more. With a grimace, she tossed the manila folder into the passenger seat. One mimic was bad enough, and that was even accepting that he got some leeway just for being her uncle. Imagining some stranger who had a fetish for sweater-vests who had the same control issues that Peter did just made Claire cringe. All familial bitterness aside, she grabbed her gun from the glove-box and looked out the window at Gray and Son's Watch Repair.
The place was a dump. Well, maybe she was just spoiled, but it was definitely on par with what she'd been expecting out of this guy. The annoying ringing of her phone jerked her from her thoughts and she flipped it open.
"Hello?" Noah. Always checking in. Like he thought he was still supposed to be father. They'd given up that charade a long time ago. She belonged to the Company now. It didn't stop him from overseeing all of her missions. The groan in her voice was hard to miss at his interrogation. "Yeah, I know. I get it. I'm not gonna let him get away."
"I just want you to understand how important this it to your family, Claire." One of his calm, creepy, collected pauses. The guy was one bad job away from spending the rest of his life on some shrink's couch. "Do you understand that?"
"Yeah, whatever, I get it. I'll handle it, all right? Don't call again. I'll let you know when I have him." Not how it goes. She already knew how it was going to go. She was good at this -- the best -- it was why they'd sent her.
"Claire," Noah's voice was warning over the phone. "You're just observing today. I don't want to hear about anything getting out of control over there, do you understand me?" Could he get more patronizing please?
"I told you I get it, what more do you want from me?" The obvious answer was his little girl back. She didn't wait for him to come up with another one and instead snapped the pink cell shut, tucking it into her pocket. Cracking open the car door, she climbed out and tucked the gun -- .40 caliber, black, lightweight. The perfect gun for a girl her size -- in the back of her pants. The black leather of her jacket covered it up nicely enough, so she shut the car door and headed inside the shop.
It had one of those annoying door chimes and as soon as she pushed it open, she cringed. So much for the element of surprise. One look around the dusty, antique mess told her this was going to be a little harder to approach if she was just 'observing.' She needed to step it down a notch, stop treating it like some other bag and tag and often kill. Reaching up, she pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and let it fall around her face before heading further inside, seeking out the shop's owner.
What | AU verse in which Claire is an agent working to hunt specials for the Company who's one step from being considered too dangerous to employ, and Gabriel Gray is a watchmaker who'd rather keep the Company, it agents, and Claire Bennet out of his life for as long as possible -- too bad she's fixated on killing him before he can use his ability to "hurt people."
Where | Gray and Son's Watch Repair, Brooklyn, NY
When | Roughly April 2006, as Gabriel begins to discover his ability.
How | prose.
It's not her first day on the job. Not by a long shot, but you wouldn't guess it by the way Claire Petrelli's hands kept shaking. It was embarrassing. And no matter how many times Elle assured her that it only made sense to be worried, she couldn't help but feeling like an idiot for it. She'd taken down guys a lot more intimidating than some watchmaker in New York -- Knox, for example -- but this was different.
This one was a potential mimic. She'd read the file a dozen times before she'd even touched the car to head down, and every time, it just bugged her more. With a grimace, she tossed the manila folder into the passenger seat. One mimic was bad enough, and that was even accepting that he got some leeway just for being her uncle. Imagining some stranger who had a fetish for sweater-vests who had the same control issues that Peter did just made Claire cringe. All familial bitterness aside, she grabbed her gun from the glove-box and looked out the window at Gray and Son's Watch Repair.
The place was a dump. Well, maybe she was just spoiled, but it was definitely on par with what she'd been expecting out of this guy. The annoying ringing of her phone jerked her from her thoughts and she flipped it open.
"Hello?" Noah. Always checking in. Like he thought he was still supposed to be father. They'd given up that charade a long time ago. She belonged to the Company now. It didn't stop him from overseeing all of her missions. The groan in her voice was hard to miss at his interrogation. "Yeah, I know. I get it. I'm not gonna let him get away."
"I just want you to understand how important this it to your family, Claire." One of his calm, creepy, collected pauses. The guy was one bad job away from spending the rest of his life on some shrink's couch. "Do you understand that?"
"Yeah, whatever, I get it. I'll handle it, all right? Don't call again. I'll let you know when I have him." Not how it goes. She already knew how it was going to go. She was good at this -- the best -- it was why they'd sent her.
"Claire," Noah's voice was warning over the phone. "You're just observing today. I don't want to hear about anything getting out of control over there, do you understand me?" Could he get more patronizing please?
"I told you I get it, what more do you want from me?" The obvious answer was his little girl back. She didn't wait for him to come up with another one and instead snapped the pink cell shut, tucking it into her pocket. Cracking open the car door, she climbed out and tucked the gun -- .40 caliber, black, lightweight. The perfect gun for a girl her size -- in the back of her pants. The black leather of her jacket covered it up nicely enough, so she shut the car door and headed inside the shop.
It had one of those annoying door chimes and as soon as she pushed it open, she cringed. So much for the element of surprise. One look around the dusty, antique mess told her this was going to be a little harder to approach if she was just 'observing.' She needed to step it down a notch, stop treating it like some other bag and tag and often kill. Reaching up, she pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and let it fall around her face before heading further inside, seeking out the shop's owner.