Gabriel wasn't sure exactly why he had been avoiding his shop. All he knew was that he woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that he hadn't been back there in weeks, and most of the clocks would have run down several times over by now. That simply wasn't acceptable. He really should have been taking better care of his
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The bell above the door rings, just as she remembers it, and she as she walks inside, there's a brief flash of memory, the reflex of using her power to fry a rope hanging from the ceiling -
She shakes her head, pushing it out of her mind, and that's when her gaze settles on him, busily settling down to work.
"Is this a bad time? I can come back later."
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Nevertheless, she too had her reasons to feel anxious.
"No, I don't mind," she promised, taking a seat in the chair he'd pulled out for her and leaning forward to look down at the clock he was beginning to work on.
"If I'd known you were planning on working so hard, I would've brought lunch."
It was almost too easy for her to fall back into the rhythm from so many years ago. Too easy, and it scared her a little.
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After a few gears were realigned, Gabriel glanced up at Elle over his glasses, offering her a slightly hesitant smile, "How are you settling in?" He asked, a quiet concern in his tone. He only...remembered half their conversation when she arrived. He didn't know why there were parts of it missing from memory, but he could remember at least that she was mad at him. For what or why, he couldn't recall, but the anger was very clear. He could only wish that that had faded by now.
"Are things...better?" Gabriel asked. God, he wished he could remember what had been wrong, what he'd done wrong.
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"Fine," she answered - quietly, when he asked her. She didn't know what was leading her to act this way. Instead of going off on him, holding a grudge, she was simply calmer. At ease. But she wasn't sure if this had something to do with the fact that her power had recently come under her control again or if it was related to another situation entirely.
"I haven't had any more malfunctions, if that's what you mean," she added.
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"I'm glad for that," Gabriel said as he looked up at her, tightening the final few gears on the clock that he was working on and closing the back panel before standing to hang it back on the wall. "You shouldn't have to go through anything like that, Elle," Gabriel said, turning back to her as soon as the clock was hung.
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At the same time, it put her directly into his path when he turned around, and she looked up at him, exhaling in a shaky breath.
"Well, it was a... complicated situation," she managed, struggling to look him in the eye. "But it's over now. Nothing to worry about anymore."
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"Did I do something wrong, Elle?" Gabriel asked quietly, a sincere fear in his voice as he did. Raising a hand hesitantly as it lingered just away from his cheek until he could actually bring himself to brush a wisp of hair behind her ear. "Is there something that I can do to fix it...whatever it was? Please?" His voice wavered, a sadness in his eyes. "You're still mad at me... Aren't you?"
God. What had he done?
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"Gabriel."
She hadn't called him that once. Not since she'd been here, at least. Not since he'd become the man the world had come to know as Sylar. The name sounded almost foreign on her lips, but she'd uttered it so readily.
She reached up for his hand, bringing it down and away from her face, but even as she went on, she didn't pull her own hand out of his, her fingers still lightly holding on.
"I'm not mad," she whispered. "I swear. It's just hard. What I knew before, what I'm feeling now. It's hard for me to describe. I'm not really sure I know how to."
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"Elle," Gabriel said quietly, squeezing her hand lightly as a soft confusion flooded into his gaze. "I don't understand," He said gently. "We were... Weren't we... Was there something that I said before you left that made things awkward? I thought things were good, that we were having dinner next week."
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Either way, the worst thing to do at this point was to go on confusing him. Better to play along for now and figure out what had gone wrong later.
"No, no," she said, shaking her head quickly. "You're fine, don't worry. You did nothing wrong."
His hand was still resting in hers, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
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"If you say so," Gabriel said, offering her a tentative smile. "Have you talked to anyone else yet?"
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"Not really," she confessed. "I've only been here for what, a day or two? Not exactly enough time to get social."
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So smiling in understanding, Gabriel nodded. That was all he figured he had to do. The rest spoke for itself.
Allowing his fingers to drift briefly from her hand up the lower part of her arm, he allowed his touch to linger like that a moment before pulling back out of embarrassment, a soft flush enfusing his cheeks as he glanced down at his workbench for a moment before turning his gaze back up to her, opening his mouth to speak and hesitating until his mind could gear back into what he had been wanting to say, what he needed to say.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
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"I - I don't know, and I'm sorry for that," she replied. "I should've told you. I guess - well, it was my job to do certain things, and I guess I wasn't honest about a lot of it. I'm so sorry."
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"It's all right, Elle," Gabriel said. "I know now," He said gently. "So the why's really don't matter anymore."
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