[just prompts] "An unexpected phonecall."
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are. -Kurt Cobain
“Hello?”
“Hello, Gabriel? It’s Chandra Suresh.”
Crash.
Gabriel froze, his eyes wide, he didn’t even notice that the cup of coffee he had been holding had fallen out of his grasp. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but no words came out and his mouth suddenly felt dry.
“Gabriel? Are you alright? I heard something crash.”
“I…I’m fine,” he managed to get out, trying to regulate his breathing so the other man didn’t hear the panic that was overtaking the watchmaker. He hadn’t heard that man’s voice in months, and he had tried to avoid thinking about it. That voice had once held so much promise to him, it had promised him greatness, and that voice had taken it away almost in the same breath.
Sylar had told him what happened with the geneticist. That despite how special they truly were, that he wouldn’t be able to see that, and that because of that they would become angry, and in the end bash his head against the window of his taxi cab until he was dead. The day he had told him that, Gabriel had stopped trying to contact Chandra, and he had tried to keep his mind off him. But now he was thrust back into his life, and Gabriel had to brace himself against the kitchen counter to not crumple onto the floor.
“W-why are you calling me?”
“It has been a long time since I heard from you Gabriel. I remembered that you were fairly upset the last time we spoke, you stormed out of my apartment. Of course you kept calling me after that for a fair amount of time, but when you stopped, I began to worry that you may have done something drastic, and I wanted to make sure that you hadn’t.”
’Like kill myself?’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes a bit. ’Yeah, I tried that.’
“Oh. I…no, I’m fine, I just…decided to move on with my life,” he said meekly, slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor, taking deep breaths to manage to keep control of his breathing. “I mean…you said I wasn’t…that you were wrong. And, I just had to accept that, it was just hard at first.”
“Yes of course, one must always accept things in life even though they may be difficult. I am wondering though, what did you mean when you said that you had managed to gain telekinesis? If you have, I would like to run some more tests on you, to see just how your ability has evolved.”
“NO!” Gabriel exclaimed, and let out a soft whimper after. “No, no I…I don’t. I don’t have telekinesis, I mean. I…after.”
He paused to take a deep breath, having to bite down hard on his lip to even get the words out.
“Gabriel?”
“After you…well, you basically crushed my greatest dream. You made me believe something I had wanted all my life, and, after that, I started to see abilities everywhere, and, I started to believe that I was invincible. I…I tried to jump off a building because I thought that I could fly,” he lied. Peter had been the one to do that, but he hoped he wouldn’t mind that he borrowed that memory for a brief moment. “After that I was admitted to a mental institution. That’s why I stopped calling you, bit difficult from in there and all. I just got out about a week ago.”
“Oh…oh Gabriel, I am sorry that I caused that, that was never my intention.”
Gabriel let out a sad little laugh and shook his head. “Of course it wasn’t your intention, I don’t think it’s ever anyone’s intention to make someone lose their mind. But…I’m past it, and I’m fine.”
“I see. If you would like to see me again, Gabriel, you know where I live. I wish you luck in the future. Good bye.”
“I do. Thank you. Good bye…”
Gabriel hung up at that and groaned softly, the phone falling to the floor as he brought his hands up to his face, cursing against them before he started to massage his temples. Tension and stress headaches still got to him despite the healing he had.
“Are you okay?”
Gabriel jumped at the question and turned to look up at Peter, sighing softly and nodding.
“I’m fine,” he lied, the words muttered as he focused his gaze back on the floor. “I just got a phone call that I wish I hadn’t.”
“Oh…” Peter replied, and for once Gabriel was thankful that that Peter wasn’t one of many words. “I’m here if you want to talk.”
“I know you are,” Gabriel replied and looked up at him with a small, fond smile on his face. At that Peter moved to sit next to him, where they stayed in silence for the next hour, both deep in thought.
((Sylar is heroslayer and Peter Petrelli is futurescars. They're awesome and I love them and I use their characters with love and permission and respect and all that. :D))
“Hello?”
“Hello, Gabriel? It’s Chandra Suresh.”
Crash.
Gabriel froze, his eyes wide, he didn’t even notice that the cup of coffee he had been holding had fallen out of his grasp. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but no words came out and his mouth suddenly felt dry.
“Gabriel? Are you alright? I heard something crash.”
“I…I’m fine,” he managed to get out, trying to regulate his breathing so the other man didn’t hear the panic that was overtaking the watchmaker. He hadn’t heard that man’s voice in months, and he had tried to avoid thinking about it. That voice had once held so much promise to him, it had promised him greatness, and that voice had taken it away almost in the same breath.
Sylar had told him what happened with the geneticist. That despite how special they truly were, that he wouldn’t be able to see that, and that because of that they would become angry, and in the end bash his head against the window of his taxi cab until he was dead. The day he had told him that, Gabriel had stopped trying to contact Chandra, and he had tried to keep his mind off him. But now he was thrust back into his life, and Gabriel had to brace himself against the kitchen counter to not crumple onto the floor.
“W-why are you calling me?”
“It has been a long time since I heard from you Gabriel. I remembered that you were fairly upset the last time we spoke, you stormed out of my apartment. Of course you kept calling me after that for a fair amount of time, but when you stopped, I began to worry that you may have done something drastic, and I wanted to make sure that you hadn’t.”
’Like kill myself?’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes a bit. ’Yeah, I tried that.’
“Oh. I…no, I’m fine, I just…decided to move on with my life,” he said meekly, slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor, taking deep breaths to manage to keep control of his breathing. “I mean…you said I wasn’t…that you were wrong. And, I just had to accept that, it was just hard at first.”
“Yes of course, one must always accept things in life even though they may be difficult. I am wondering though, what did you mean when you said that you had managed to gain telekinesis? If you have, I would like to run some more tests on you, to see just how your ability has evolved.”
“NO!” Gabriel exclaimed, and let out a soft whimper after. “No, no I…I don’t. I don’t have telekinesis, I mean. I…after.”
He paused to take a deep breath, having to bite down hard on his lip to even get the words out.
“Gabriel?”
“After you…well, you basically crushed my greatest dream. You made me believe something I had wanted all my life, and, after that, I started to see abilities everywhere, and, I started to believe that I was invincible. I…I tried to jump off a building because I thought that I could fly,” he lied. Peter had been the one to do that, but he hoped he wouldn’t mind that he borrowed that memory for a brief moment. “After that I was admitted to a mental institution. That’s why I stopped calling you, bit difficult from in there and all. I just got out about a week ago.”
“Oh…oh Gabriel, I am sorry that I caused that, that was never my intention.”
Gabriel let out a sad little laugh and shook his head. “Of course it wasn’t your intention, I don’t think it’s ever anyone’s intention to make someone lose their mind. But…I’m past it, and I’m fine.”
“I see. If you would like to see me again, Gabriel, you know where I live. I wish you luck in the future. Good bye.”
“I do. Thank you. Good bye…”
Gabriel hung up at that and groaned softly, the phone falling to the floor as he brought his hands up to his face, cursing against them before he started to massage his temples. Tension and stress headaches still got to him despite the healing he had.
“Are you okay?”
Gabriel jumped at the question and turned to look up at Peter, sighing softly and nodding.
“I’m fine,” he lied, the words muttered as he focused his gaze back on the floor. “I just got a phone call that I wish I hadn’t.”
“Oh…” Peter replied, and for once Gabriel was thankful that that Peter wasn’t one of many words. “I’m here if you want to talk.”
“I know you are,” Gabriel replied and looked up at him with a small, fond smile on his face. At that Peter moved to sit next to him, where they stayed in silence for the next hour, both deep in thought.
((Sylar is heroslayer and Peter Petrelli is futurescars. They're awesome and I love them and I use their characters with love and permission and respect and all that. :D))