HEROES - "You Could Be Happy" (Gabriel Gray, Noah Gray)
Title: You Could Be Happy
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Gabriel Gray, Noah
Rating: G
Words: 802 (W)
Prompts: Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years @ fanfic100_ita
Warnings: Series, Gen, VILLAINS HINTS/SPOILERS!
Summary: series of 5 drabbles. Spoilers.
Notes.
- This is not betaed, and probably full of mistakes. I should find an English beta-reader, I know :P
- SPOILERS up to 3x04 I Am Become Death. In this case, I didn't mention who the mum is, or where she is, and just decided that she left them both.
- The Italian original version can be found here.
- For Dee (define_serenity) because she asked :P
You Could Be Happy.
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
You Could be Happy (Snow Patrol)
Parole: 139 (W)
Prompt: Hours
The first time he held him in his arms, he thought he was, at the same time, the ugliest and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He smelt like soap and he was so soft and smooth that he was sure he was going to disappear into thin air, like a soap bubble that's a little bit too big.
He shaked his tiny and still livid arms and he burst into tears. He pierced his eardrums with those squeals and then he opened his eyes.
Just for a split second, it's true, but he was sure that, right in there, he had just seen the whole world.
Noah was just a few hours old, but he managed to make him smile; one of those smiles no one had ever seen on Gabriel Gray's face.
*
Words 144 (W)
Prompt: Days
He spent a sleepless night for the second time in a row. He kept laying on the mattress, watching the slow going up and down of his tummy.
If he hadn't had the habit of moving his little hands closed into fists, he would have surely thought he was dead, because of that incredibly imperceptible breath.
Gabriel couldn't help himself, thinking that, that expression of peaceful abandon that he could see right on his face, was the only thing able to calm down that monster that he had let rage until then.
Now, it was laying asleep in the back of his head, and he was praying for it to keep doing so.
It was silent, because, at last, it had a worthy reason to be quiet.
In fact, since a while the only sound filling his ears was Noah's breath.
*
Words: 145 (W)
Prompt: Weeks
He had never taught anything to anyone and when, for the third time, he tried to convince him to eat, he understood that it wasn't really his primary vocation.
He kept checking, with manic attention, that the milk was neither too hot, nor too cold, or trying to be sure he had not made any insignificant mistake in the dosage.
Every now and then he ended up feeling totally discouraged. It had been the most stressful week of his life. He was desperately waiting for him to fall asleep again and stop watching him with those big light-colored eyes, pleading him to be a better father, in a silent, pungent reproach.
Nevertheless, Gabriel knew that he could do even more and better. That's why, when Noah fell asleep again, he realised he was looking forward to starting over again, the following morning.
*
Words: 174 (W)
Prompt: Months
"Don't even think about it," he reproached him, taking another random object, found somewhere during one of his daily explorations of the living room, away from his hands. It was the fourth basket he had filled with 'things Noah shouldn't touch', when he had to move everything into another bigger box.
He didn't know what a ten-months old baby should like, that's why he bought a wide range of toys, some of them totally useless or whose functionality was still a mystery to him. The clerk of the store even made fun of him, staring at him with something like compassion and he hadn't really appreciated.
He was all alone, but he would have been enough. He had to because that was what he had decided since the very beginning.
Suddenly, he was aware of the fact that he loved that chaos of toys more than anything else in the world.
Just a few seconds later, he realised that the sauce on the kitchen range got burned.
Again.
*
Words: 200 (W)
Prompt: Years
"Don't run!"
It was the fifth time he was forced to shout at him.
He grabbed him from his sweatshirt, suddenly lifting him into the air, preventing him from falling on the ground after a short flight from the staircase directly to the floor.
"You are the most undisciplined three years old boy I've ever met," he reproached him, fitting him under his arm, right on his hip, carrying him around like a dead body.
Noah couldn't imagine that, in fact, he was the only little boy Gabriel had something to do with.
"Half ration of pancakes for you today," he threatened, dragging him in the kitchen, ducking the million of little toy soldiers spread on the floor, creating some kind of minefield.
He heard him protesting and crying aloud, pleading and promising he would have never ever done it again. He just wanted some maple syrup in exchange.
The compromise seemed pretty fine and reasonable to Gabriel, and he agreed, putting him on the kitchen table.
He'd given up once again. The fact that that scene kept repeating over and over again every single day since the last few years, was just a stupid detail.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Gabriel Gray, Noah
Rating: G
Words: 802 (W)
Prompts: Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years @ fanfic100_ita
Warnings: Series, Gen, VILLAINS HINTS/SPOILERS!
Summary: series of 5 drabbles. Spoilers.
Notes.
- This is not betaed, and probably full of mistakes. I should find an English beta-reader, I know :P
- SPOILERS up to 3x04 I Am Become Death. In this case, I didn't mention who the mum is, or where she is, and just decided that she left them both.
- The Italian original version can be found here.
- For Dee (define_serenity) because she asked :P
You Could Be Happy.
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
You Could be Happy (Snow Patrol)
Parole: 139 (W)
Prompt: Hours
The first time he held him in his arms, he thought he was, at the same time, the ugliest and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He smelt like soap and he was so soft and smooth that he was sure he was going to disappear into thin air, like a soap bubble that's a little bit too big.
He shaked his tiny and still livid arms and he burst into tears. He pierced his eardrums with those squeals and then he opened his eyes.
Just for a split second, it's true, but he was sure that, right in there, he had just seen the whole world.
Noah was just a few hours old, but he managed to make him smile; one of those smiles no one had ever seen on Gabriel Gray's face.
*
Words 144 (W)
Prompt: Days
He spent a sleepless night for the second time in a row. He kept laying on the mattress, watching the slow going up and down of his tummy.
If he hadn't had the habit of moving his little hands closed into fists, he would have surely thought he was dead, because of that incredibly imperceptible breath.
Gabriel couldn't help himself, thinking that, that expression of peaceful abandon that he could see right on his face, was the only thing able to calm down that monster that he had let rage until then.
Now, it was laying asleep in the back of his head, and he was praying for it to keep doing so.
It was silent, because, at last, it had a worthy reason to be quiet.
In fact, since a while the only sound filling his ears was Noah's breath.
*
Words: 145 (W)
Prompt: Weeks
He had never taught anything to anyone and when, for the third time, he tried to convince him to eat, he understood that it wasn't really his primary vocation.
He kept checking, with manic attention, that the milk was neither too hot, nor too cold, or trying to be sure he had not made any insignificant mistake in the dosage.
Every now and then he ended up feeling totally discouraged. It had been the most stressful week of his life. He was desperately waiting for him to fall asleep again and stop watching him with those big light-colored eyes, pleading him to be a better father, in a silent, pungent reproach.
Nevertheless, Gabriel knew that he could do even more and better. That's why, when Noah fell asleep again, he realised he was looking forward to starting over again, the following morning.
*
Words: 174 (W)
Prompt: Months
"Don't even think about it," he reproached him, taking another random object, found somewhere during one of his daily explorations of the living room, away from his hands. It was the fourth basket he had filled with 'things Noah shouldn't touch', when he had to move everything into another bigger box.
He didn't know what a ten-months old baby should like, that's why he bought a wide range of toys, some of them totally useless or whose functionality was still a mystery to him. The clerk of the store even made fun of him, staring at him with something like compassion and he hadn't really appreciated.
He was all alone, but he would have been enough. He had to because that was what he had decided since the very beginning.
Suddenly, he was aware of the fact that he loved that chaos of toys more than anything else in the world.
Just a few seconds later, he realised that the sauce on the kitchen range got burned.
Again.
*
Words: 200 (W)
Prompt: Years
"Don't run!"
It was the fifth time he was forced to shout at him.
He grabbed him from his sweatshirt, suddenly lifting him into the air, preventing him from falling on the ground after a short flight from the staircase directly to the floor.
"You are the most undisciplined three years old boy I've ever met," he reproached him, fitting him under his arm, right on his hip, carrying him around like a dead body.
Noah couldn't imagine that, in fact, he was the only little boy Gabriel had something to do with.
"Half ration of pancakes for you today," he threatened, dragging him in the kitchen, ducking the million of little toy soldiers spread on the floor, creating some kind of minefield.
He heard him protesting and crying aloud, pleading and promising he would have never ever done it again. He just wanted some maple syrup in exchange.
The compromise seemed pretty fine and reasonable to Gabriel, and he agreed, putting him on the kitchen table.
He'd given up once again. The fact that that scene kept repeating over and over again every single day since the last few years, was just a stupid detail.