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Title: One Good Deed
Author: blackout_girl
Prompt:
Hell or Glory
I don't want anything in between.
Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
Daddy said "You gotta show the world the thunder!"
- Fall Out Boy, She's My Winona
Pairing: Gabriel (Sylar)/Elle, baby!Noah
Rating/Warnings: PG (one curse word)
Summary: He watches his son, his flesh and blood, laugh with joy as he banishes the cloud and summons the sun to dry their dampened faces. He watches and wonders how long it will be before he won’t be able to resist his baby’s tempting little power anymore.
A/N: Wow, I haven’t written in such a long time so this is really just me trying to get back into the swing of it. Written for the challenge at sylelle_chall
When he and Elle first found out about the pregnancy, he had expected a switched to be flipped. He had expected the world to shift underneath him. He had expected the curdling desire for control, for power, for destruction to go away.
It didn’t.
When Noah, his son, was born he had thought that maybe, just maybe, the feel of his small fragile body in his arms would settle the raging storm in his heart. He had thought that with the birth of his son he might have finally been able to find peace, find a place where every fiber of his being didn’t demand blood and brain matter.
It didn’t
So now he is here, five years later, watching his little boy turn the sky dark and send warm rain drops pelting toward the ground. He watches his son, his flesh and blood, laugh with joy as he banishes the cloud and summons the sun to dry their dampened faces. He watches and wonders how long it will be before he won’t be able to resist his baby’s tempting little power anymore.
He decides that he hates himself.
It is only three days later that he creeps in Noah’s room, dropping a small suitcase outside the opened door. He peeks a head into the dimly lit room, admiring the way the light plays over his son’s fair face. He tip toes quietly across the room, picking up toys and clothes as he makes his way over to Noah’s tiny race car bed.
He runs a gentle hand through Noah’s hair, careful not to wake the sleeping child. His eyes fill with unshed tears as he forces himself to memorize every little detail of the boy’s face. He loves his son, his family, but he wasn’t made to be a happy father with a perfect little life. He gave up any chance of a happy, normal life long ago when he gave up his soul for the ability to do what any air soft gun could have done. Pretty damn pathetic.
He bends down to give his son one last soft kiss on the brow of his head. He leans in to his ear and whispers, “You’re going to do so much better than I ever did. You’re gonna show the world the thunder.”
She is waiting for him just outside the door. “You’re leaving.” It isn’t a question.
He meets her crystal blue eyes and finds everything he expected to see: fear, anger, hurt, and tears. “Yes.” There is no need to explain, she knows exactly why he is doing this.
“You’re not coming back.” Again, not a question.
“No.”
She hates him for doing this, for abandoning his family. She hates him for not being strong enough to fight his need for powers. She hates him for being so weak.
Elle straightens her spine, independence and defiance shining in her eyes, reminding him of days long past where she was wild and as unpredictable as a thunderstorm. He wonders if she misses their glory days as much as he does. “I won’t let him love you.”
He nods and a ghost of a smile graces his face. “I don’t expect you to. I give up all rights to his love by walking out that door.”
She closes her eyes against the rising flow of tears. He had always wondered what heartbreak looked like. It was blue. It was sapphire sparks ghosting across pale skin and cerulean eyes drowning in tears.
“Why?” Her voice is strained and she sounds like she is teetering on the edge of hysteria. “Why are you doing this?”
He finally smiles, a small, self-depreciating smirk that reminds her so much of the sweet, unassuming Gabriel she first fell in love with. He steps closer and almost whispers, “I figured that I should probably do at least one good deed before I died.”
She scoffs, “You can’t die.”
“That may be true,” he concedes. “But I could live for eternity and hurting you or Noah would always be the biggest mistake of my life.”
Tears are now falling freely down her face and he lifts a hand to gently brush them away, unable to resist one last touch of her soft skin. “I hate you,” she whispers, even though she doesn’t mean it.
“I hate me, too,” he whispers back.
He means it.
Author: blackout_girl
Prompt:
Hell or Glory
I don't want anything in between.
Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
Daddy said "You gotta show the world the thunder!"
- Fall Out Boy, She's My Winona
Pairing: Gabriel (Sylar)/Elle, baby!Noah
Rating/Warnings: PG (one curse word)
Summary: He watches his son, his flesh and blood, laugh with joy as he banishes the cloud and summons the sun to dry their dampened faces. He watches and wonders how long it will be before he won’t be able to resist his baby’s tempting little power anymore.
A/N: Wow, I haven’t written in such a long time so this is really just me trying to get back into the swing of it. Written for the challenge at sylelle_chall
When he and Elle first found out about the pregnancy, he had expected a switched to be flipped. He had expected the world to shift underneath him. He had expected the curdling desire for control, for power, for destruction to go away.
It didn’t.
When Noah, his son, was born he had thought that maybe, just maybe, the feel of his small fragile body in his arms would settle the raging storm in his heart. He had thought that with the birth of his son he might have finally been able to find peace, find a place where every fiber of his being didn’t demand blood and brain matter.
It didn’t
So now he is here, five years later, watching his little boy turn the sky dark and send warm rain drops pelting toward the ground. He watches his son, his flesh and blood, laugh with joy as he banishes the cloud and summons the sun to dry their dampened faces. He watches and wonders how long it will be before he won’t be able to resist his baby’s tempting little power anymore.
He decides that he hates himself.
It is only three days later that he creeps in Noah’s room, dropping a small suitcase outside the opened door. He peeks a head into the dimly lit room, admiring the way the light plays over his son’s fair face. He tip toes quietly across the room, picking up toys and clothes as he makes his way over to Noah’s tiny race car bed.
He runs a gentle hand through Noah’s hair, careful not to wake the sleeping child. His eyes fill with unshed tears as he forces himself to memorize every little detail of the boy’s face. He loves his son, his family, but he wasn’t made to be a happy father with a perfect little life. He gave up any chance of a happy, normal life long ago when he gave up his soul for the ability to do what any air soft gun could have done. Pretty damn pathetic.
He bends down to give his son one last soft kiss on the brow of his head. He leans in to his ear and whispers, “You’re going to do so much better than I ever did. You’re gonna show the world the thunder.”
She is waiting for him just outside the door. “You’re leaving.” It isn’t a question.
He meets her crystal blue eyes and finds everything he expected to see: fear, anger, hurt, and tears. “Yes.” There is no need to explain, she knows exactly why he is doing this.
“You’re not coming back.” Again, not a question.
“No.”
She hates him for doing this, for abandoning his family. She hates him for not being strong enough to fight his need for powers. She hates him for being so weak.
Elle straightens her spine, independence and defiance shining in her eyes, reminding him of days long past where she was wild and as unpredictable as a thunderstorm. He wonders if she misses their glory days as much as he does. “I won’t let him love you.”
He nods and a ghost of a smile graces his face. “I don’t expect you to. I give up all rights to his love by walking out that door.”
She closes her eyes against the rising flow of tears. He had always wondered what heartbreak looked like. It was blue. It was sapphire sparks ghosting across pale skin and cerulean eyes drowning in tears.
“Why?” Her voice is strained and she sounds like she is teetering on the edge of hysteria. “Why are you doing this?”
He finally smiles, a small, self-depreciating smirk that reminds her so much of the sweet, unassuming Gabriel she first fell in love with. He steps closer and almost whispers, “I figured that I should probably do at least one good deed before I died.”
She scoffs, “You can’t die.”
“That may be true,” he concedes. “But I could live for eternity and hurting you or Noah would always be the biggest mistake of my life.”
Tears are now falling freely down her face and he lifts a hand to gently brush them away, unable to resist one last touch of her soft skin. “I hate you,” she whispers, even though she doesn’t mean it.
“I hate me, too,” he whispers back.
He means it.