This is a Stick Up! Gabriel and Chandra Fic
Character: Gabriel Gray, Chandra Suresh
Genre: Gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 880
Rating: R for violence
Prompts: Meme #14 This is a stick up!
Notes: Sometime after Six Months Ago but before Seven Minutes to Midnight - Pre Series
Chanda was still excited. It’d been hours since I showed him what I could do, and he hadn’t stopped babbling about his research, my ability and how we’d find the others. He’d offered to take me out to dinner to celebrate, and I couldn’t refuse. It’d been forever since anyone had been proud of any of my accomplishments. It wasn’t as if I could show my mother what I could do. She’d never understand, and just walking through the door would put me in the line of fire of yet another diatribe about my shortcomings. I’d much rather eat Indian food with Chandra even if I didn’t know what most of it was. But my questions about the cuisine did give Chandra something to talk about other than his research. And the food wasn’t bad just strange.
“Gabriel, do you think you’ll be able to close up your shop for a few days? I’d like to take you with me to see some of the others on the list,” Chandra asked me for probably the fifth time since I’d agreed to go with him, and it was the second time since we left the restaurant.
“I told you that I could, Chandra.” I was getting tired of assuring him. Part of me wanted to take the list and run, go out into the night and hunt them down one by one and take their powers. But I couldn’t do that. I could still smell Brian’s blood in my nostrils, and my fingers might be permanently wrinkled from washing them in bleach to get rid of the bloodstains that we there in my mind only. The guilt reared in my gut, and I had to stop walking to fight back the urge to throw up in the gutter.
“I don’t want to cause you a hardship.”
“It’s no hardship. I want to help. I’ve had a few good sales this month. I’m covered for my bills and my mother’s.” I’ll survive by the skin of my teeth, but I had no other choice. If I didn’t go with him, he might find someone else to help him. I couldn’t let that happen. I was his Patient Zero, and I had no intention of letting James Walker or anyone else on that list take my place. “You need me, Chandra.”
“That I do, Gabriel,” he agreed, patting me on the arm, and I felt relieved. It was stupid. I know that it was. I was hanging my entire emotional state on this one man, but it wasn’t as if anyone else cared about me other than my mother.
Between one step and the next I was knocked off my feet and slammed into a security gate hard enough that it rattled. The wind was knocked out of me and my glasses went flying. Chandra shouted, and a pair of thugs started waving guns at him while the third glared at me, daring me to get up.
“Wallets now. That’s a nice watch.” He pointed at my Sylar with his gun. “I’ll take that too.”
Chandra was capitulating, giving them his wallet, his watch and any other valuables. But I wasn’t about to do that. Not now. I killed an innocent man in my shop. Had his blood covering my hands. There was no way in hell that I wouldn’t fight back now. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t going to be a victim. I could make up for what I did to Brian by saving Chandra now. With a wave of my hand, my power lashed out and the guy with the gun on me went flying over a car, landing on the street with a grunt and the gun clattered across the pavement until it came to rest beneath another car across the street.
The other two turned on me, and I bared my teeth at them. One of them reached for Chandra while the other rushed at me. I stopped him in his tracks. I didn’t push as hard this time, and he didn’t quite make it over the car. He left a dent in the roof and broke the windshield when he landed.
“Come near me, and I’ll kill him,” the third guy said, pressing the gun beneath Chandra’s chin. The old man’s eyes were white rimmed, and I could taste his fear. But I didn’t know if he was afraid of them or me. I also didn’t care. This felt good. Letting go, showing off, being all that I could be to protect Chandra felt very, very good.
“I don’t have to get near you,” I said, my voice a rumbling growl. A press of telekinesis crushed the hand holding the gun into a bloody pulp and then flung him after the other two. The ones who could still walk, scrambled into the shadows like the insects that they were.
“Gabriel, stop.” I moved to go after them when I felt Chandra’s hand on mine as he handed me my glasses. “I’m all right. Let them go.”
I didn’t want to let them go. I wanted to follow them into the darkness and rip off their arms. But Chandra calmed me down. He wasn’t afraid of me. He was afraid for me. “OK, Dr. Suresh. I’m not going anywhere.”
Thanks for reading. Comments are always appreciated.
Genre: Gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 880
Rating: R for violence
Prompts: Meme #14 This is a stick up!
Notes: Sometime after Six Months Ago but before Seven Minutes to Midnight - Pre Series
Chanda was still excited. It’d been hours since I showed him what I could do, and he hadn’t stopped babbling about his research, my ability and how we’d find the others. He’d offered to take me out to dinner to celebrate, and I couldn’t refuse. It’d been forever since anyone had been proud of any of my accomplishments. It wasn’t as if I could show my mother what I could do. She’d never understand, and just walking through the door would put me in the line of fire of yet another diatribe about my shortcomings. I’d much rather eat Indian food with Chandra even if I didn’t know what most of it was. But my questions about the cuisine did give Chandra something to talk about other than his research. And the food wasn’t bad just strange.
“Gabriel, do you think you’ll be able to close up your shop for a few days? I’d like to take you with me to see some of the others on the list,” Chandra asked me for probably the fifth time since I’d agreed to go with him, and it was the second time since we left the restaurant.
“I told you that I could, Chandra.” I was getting tired of assuring him. Part of me wanted to take the list and run, go out into the night and hunt them down one by one and take their powers. But I couldn’t do that. I could still smell Brian’s blood in my nostrils, and my fingers might be permanently wrinkled from washing them in bleach to get rid of the bloodstains that we there in my mind only. The guilt reared in my gut, and I had to stop walking to fight back the urge to throw up in the gutter.
“I don’t want to cause you a hardship.”
“It’s no hardship. I want to help. I’ve had a few good sales this month. I’m covered for my bills and my mother’s.” I’ll survive by the skin of my teeth, but I had no other choice. If I didn’t go with him, he might find someone else to help him. I couldn’t let that happen. I was his Patient Zero, and I had no intention of letting James Walker or anyone else on that list take my place. “You need me, Chandra.”
“That I do, Gabriel,” he agreed, patting me on the arm, and I felt relieved. It was stupid. I know that it was. I was hanging my entire emotional state on this one man, but it wasn’t as if anyone else cared about me other than my mother.
Between one step and the next I was knocked off my feet and slammed into a security gate hard enough that it rattled. The wind was knocked out of me and my glasses went flying. Chandra shouted, and a pair of thugs started waving guns at him while the third glared at me, daring me to get up.
“Wallets now. That’s a nice watch.” He pointed at my Sylar with his gun. “I’ll take that too.”
Chandra was capitulating, giving them his wallet, his watch and any other valuables. But I wasn’t about to do that. Not now. I killed an innocent man in my shop. Had his blood covering my hands. There was no way in hell that I wouldn’t fight back now. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t going to be a victim. I could make up for what I did to Brian by saving Chandra now. With a wave of my hand, my power lashed out and the guy with the gun on me went flying over a car, landing on the street with a grunt and the gun clattered across the pavement until it came to rest beneath another car across the street.
The other two turned on me, and I bared my teeth at them. One of them reached for Chandra while the other rushed at me. I stopped him in his tracks. I didn’t push as hard this time, and he didn’t quite make it over the car. He left a dent in the roof and broke the windshield when he landed.
“Come near me, and I’ll kill him,” the third guy said, pressing the gun beneath Chandra’s chin. The old man’s eyes were white rimmed, and I could taste his fear. But I didn’t know if he was afraid of them or me. I also didn’t care. This felt good. Letting go, showing off, being all that I could be to protect Chandra felt very, very good.
“I don’t have to get near you,” I said, my voice a rumbling growl. A press of telekinesis crushed the hand holding the gun into a bloody pulp and then flung him after the other two. The ones who could still walk, scrambled into the shadows like the insects that they were.
“Gabriel, stop.” I moved to go after them when I felt Chandra’s hand on mine as he handed me my glasses. “I’m all right. Let them go.”
I didn’t want to let them go. I wanted to follow them into the darkness and rip off their arms. But Chandra calmed me down. He wasn’t afraid of me. He was afraid for me. “OK, Dr. Suresh. I’m not going anywhere.”
Thanks for reading. Comments are always appreciated.