A little Shattered Salvation extra
A/N: I'll probably work this into a future chapter of Shattered Salvation. But for now, here it is.
“What do you think would happen if I shape-shifted into Emma?” Gabriel asked him as they climbed into bed. “Would I be her, or her-pregnant?” Peter gave Gabe the expression of someone who was mildly grossed out to even consider that. Gabriel went on, “My theory is that I’d just be Emma.”
“Okay,” Peter answered slowly. “Yeah, I suppose, the DNA …”
“Let’s find out!”
Peter tried to say ‘no’, but all that came out was, “Nerp!” as he cut himself off as soon as the first sound passed his lips. Because Gabriel liked experimenting with abilities, and this was truly quite harmless. The only thing being hurt was Peter’s sense of propriety, so he battened down on that and watched as Gabriel cavalierly invaded the privacy of someone Peter felt very strongly about.
Shorter, female, and unmistakeably NOT Gabriel, Gabriel lay beside him in the stolen skin of Peter’s fiancee. Peter stared, trying to wrap his mind around this. Shape shifting always gave him fits, reminding him of things he didn’t like being reminded of and people not being who they seemed to be. Gabe gave Peter a careful look that was a second too long, then set about examining his own abdomen. “Hm,” he said as he prodded himself. “Nope. I think it’s just me.” He glanced back up at Peter with a smirk that was out of place on Emma’s face. “I guess you’re not this kinky,” he said with a lewd, inviting gesture down his new body.
Peter’s brows rose at the challenge. “No, it’s not that,” he said archly. “It’s just that I prefer Heidi.”
Gabriel stared at him in frank disbelief edged by anger for a few seconds, before breaking out into laughter as he shifted back to his native form.