Someone to Revere the Ordinary
Title: Someone to Revere the Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Maya/Sylar (Gabriel)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,678
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He opens his eyes to what he has and doesn't
Note: For razycrandomgirl! No nasty moustache twirling!
Rain pitter-patted against the window, the wood framing the glass panels old and splitting and it rattles as a car passes out in the street. He breathes in mildew and mothballs and finds it oddly comforting and nostalgic, along with the thin 60's music coming from the battered radio on a shelf. The thrift store was empty but for him, the old woman sitting behind the counter reading magazine and Maya behind a heavy red curtain trying on clothes. Alejandro was in bed after having drove for many miles at night but she had agreed to get clothes for him. Everyone needed to present themselves differently, throwing off their runaway fugitive attire for something less suspect, more weather appropriate. He had decked himself out in jeans, a shirt and a good pair of boots already and the other clothes rests in a bag between his feet. He sits in a under stuffed, well worn chair facing the changing booth, watching Maya's sock covered feet under the curtain.
Thunder grumbles in the distance and the old woman makes an oohing sound, sucking air in through her lipstick smeared mouth. "Sounds close."
"Yeah...but I'm glad, it's been so hot." He says to her friendly and she smiles, pinging the chrome fan next to her with a finger.
"You think this is hot cãrino? Come back home with me and I'll show you hot." Maya calls out and pushes the curtain along it's rail, smiling at him and then the old woman. She's in a pair of jeans and steps in front of the one mirror and turns to look at the fit on her backside, considering. He leans forward, watching her appreciatively and then reaches over towards a dress and takes it from a rial.
"What about this?" It's red, very short and doesn't cover much of the front either. Maya lifts an eyebrow, touches it and then gives him a deadpan look.
"Do I look like a coochie cutter?" She says in a sassy tone and he gawps for a moment and laughs, shaking his head. She could be a little piquant sometimes and take him surprise. She was usually more...pure, childlike.
"No, what? I don't even now what that means Maya."
"Sure you don't..." She narrows her eyes at him playfully and puts the dress back and disappears into the booth again with a flick of the curtain. He sits back with a smile and sighs, and catches the woman's eye. She looks almost proud and he frowns.
"You two been together long?"
"Oh, no, not too long...we've been travelling together." But not for much longer...He shushes that inner voice, just enjoying what's happening now but he can't ignore that feeling rumbling and stirring underneath. Suddenly irritable he stands and goes to the window, fingers trailing ideally over the yellowing books there and stares across the street. The woman speaks up behind him.
"You two remind me of me and Robert. God rest him..." Her wavering voices fades as he catches sight of something happening on the street. Well not happening but developing. A woman - a nerd, outsider, one of me - is standing at the end of the street and looking at someone adoringly in the distance and he can she's trying to muster up the courage to put one foot in front of the other and go to him.
But then comes the point where you have their attention and the dreaded attempt to talk and not make a fool out of yourself. He never could do it, he never had the guts. He watches as she expectantly turns on her heel and dives into a diner and he slumps, feeling strangely depressed.
It's not hard for Christ sakes! Just go up and say hello you coward! You don't get nowhere doing that, you just get rigid and start to ossify until all that's left is bones...poor stupid girl. He knows because he was once her, yearning everyday to form some kind of connection to someone, no matter how tenuous but his own fear and inferiority holding him back. All he ever wanted was to not live up to someones expectations, to not be pressured to be something that he was not. Special, he knows it, deep down in his gut that if someone told him now that it was ok, you don't have to be anyone then he would sink down on the spot with bliss, all that tension disappearing and he could finally be free from all this. No more fear and no more yearning for that allusive something, where he doesn't have to want for anything. No more being a slave to 'I have no choice.'
Just to be a nobody but to have someone that reveres him anyway.
"I'm the coward here, Jesus..." He rubs the palm of his hand over his face and turns, staring like he can see his way through that moldy red fabric to her. This is it now, this is it finally. But he's a monster, he's a predator and she his prey. He's leading her to her death but he's not hungry and had been since he awoke in the jungle. It was not right to do this to her, he doesn't have to do this or even wants to when he confronts his feelings. She had heard his name from his elegiac lips and burned with joy, had looked at him like no one ever has and conceived no one ever would after his monstrous acts. But that side is not in the light and she only sees Gabriel. She loves him, it was clear as day.
In this place of others castoffs, of too loose or too tight or just the pain old, tattered or worn-out he moves forward and ignoring the shocked squeak of protest from the old woman throws the curtain back and gets in with Maya. She gasps and backs against the wall in shock, covering her hands over her bra clad chest, jeans thankfully buttoned up.
"Gabriel! What are you -" He takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately, almost ferociously as the passion that had been bridled and retrained for years suddenly explodes through him. Feeling the moisture and warmth of his tongue against her own Maya moans and wraps her arms tightly around him, her hands buried fiercely into his hair as they kiss deep and long. His hands move from her face to slide up her back and pull her hair down in shiny curls and he smooths his hands along it with relish. The buttons of his shirt rub against her skin, makes her crucifix dig into her breast bone and she leans away from him, sucking in air though her throbbing lips. She stares into his intense eyes with wonder, bites her red mouth and then smiles. "You had to do this now?"
"Yeah," He nods, smiling with his arms still around her, "I think I waited long enough. I've been thinking...I'm not going with you."
"Que?" She leans back more, looking with confusion into his eyes. He stares calm, serious but still with that lightness that wasn't there before.
"You can go, I'm not gonna stop you but...I don't need to go. I thought I did but I don't. I don't." He says with amazement and grins, running his fingers through her hair.
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted more then anything to get your abilities back?" She looks worried, sees panic entering her eyes and he runs his hands down her arms.
"So did I.. I thought having abilities made me special, I hungered for it. I wanted nothing else and it made my life so myopic...but it was exhilarating, it was carefree...but it's ruined me. I couldn't help myself but now," He smiles and it's watery with great relief, "now it's gone, there's nothing there anymore. No hunger, no need, no need to fix. Just normal...I was - I was scared before, I wasn't thinking straight. I was an idiot."
She purses her lips and snorts softly through her nose, combing her fingers through his hair. "You're not an idiot..." She stares plaintively up at him, face in her hands. "I don't want to go without you. Just come to New York, you don't have to see the doctor." She tilts his head and he looks down at his feet, brows heavy with thought and then speaks low.
"I dunno if I should risk it but there is a place I'd like to see again, I could wait there. It's my old watch shop." He looks up and cups her face again, kissing her lips tenderly. Maya smiles and holds him for a long time until there's a sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Should I start charging now or are you gonna go find a motel room?" The old woman says, bemused as Maya looks over his shoulder to see her peeking around the curtain. Shyly she pulls out of his embrace and apologises to her and quickly pulls her vest over her head. Gabriel moves out and sits back down on the chair, his face red but happy and leans over to pick a book to read. He looks down at the jacket leaf and then up at Maya.
"You know I used to read a crazy amount before but I haven't picked up a book in months. It will be nice to do something so normal again." He looks down suddenly at the watch on his wrist and unbuckles it as Maya comes out with her jeans and as she lays it down on the counter he flings the broken watch on top. The woman picks it up and inspects it with distaste.
"It ain't working."
"I know, I don't want it anymore. You can do whatever you like with it...it's a one off, you might get something for it..."
The woman shrugs, thinking it's beyond repair and drops it into a draw as they pay for their clothes and leave.
****
Some smut to follow? I think so ;)
Characters/Pairing: Maya/Sylar (Gabriel)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,678
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He opens his eyes to what he has and doesn't
Note: For razycrandomgirl! No nasty moustache twirling!
Rain pitter-patted against the window, the wood framing the glass panels old and splitting and it rattles as a car passes out in the street. He breathes in mildew and mothballs and finds it oddly comforting and nostalgic, along with the thin 60's music coming from the battered radio on a shelf. The thrift store was empty but for him, the old woman sitting behind the counter reading magazine and Maya behind a heavy red curtain trying on clothes. Alejandro was in bed after having drove for many miles at night but she had agreed to get clothes for him. Everyone needed to present themselves differently, throwing off their runaway fugitive attire for something less suspect, more weather appropriate. He had decked himself out in jeans, a shirt and a good pair of boots already and the other clothes rests in a bag between his feet. He sits in a under stuffed, well worn chair facing the changing booth, watching Maya's sock covered feet under the curtain.
Thunder grumbles in the distance and the old woman makes an oohing sound, sucking air in through her lipstick smeared mouth. "Sounds close."
"Yeah...but I'm glad, it's been so hot." He says to her friendly and she smiles, pinging the chrome fan next to her with a finger.
"You think this is hot cãrino? Come back home with me and I'll show you hot." Maya calls out and pushes the curtain along it's rail, smiling at him and then the old woman. She's in a pair of jeans and steps in front of the one mirror and turns to look at the fit on her backside, considering. He leans forward, watching her appreciatively and then reaches over towards a dress and takes it from a rial.
"What about this?" It's red, very short and doesn't cover much of the front either. Maya lifts an eyebrow, touches it and then gives him a deadpan look.
"Do I look like a coochie cutter?" She says in a sassy tone and he gawps for a moment and laughs, shaking his head. She could be a little piquant sometimes and take him surprise. She was usually more...pure, childlike.
"No, what? I don't even now what that means Maya."
"Sure you don't..." She narrows her eyes at him playfully and puts the dress back and disappears into the booth again with a flick of the curtain. He sits back with a smile and sighs, and catches the woman's eye. She looks almost proud and he frowns.
"You two been together long?"
"Oh, no, not too long...we've been travelling together." But not for much longer...He shushes that inner voice, just enjoying what's happening now but he can't ignore that feeling rumbling and stirring underneath. Suddenly irritable he stands and goes to the window, fingers trailing ideally over the yellowing books there and stares across the street. The woman speaks up behind him.
"You two remind me of me and Robert. God rest him..." Her wavering voices fades as he catches sight of something happening on the street. Well not happening but developing. A woman - a nerd, outsider, one of me - is standing at the end of the street and looking at someone adoringly in the distance and he can she's trying to muster up the courage to put one foot in front of the other and go to him.
But then comes the point where you have their attention and the dreaded attempt to talk and not make a fool out of yourself. He never could do it, he never had the guts. He watches as she expectantly turns on her heel and dives into a diner and he slumps, feeling strangely depressed.
It's not hard for Christ sakes! Just go up and say hello you coward! You don't get nowhere doing that, you just get rigid and start to ossify until all that's left is bones...poor stupid girl. He knows because he was once her, yearning everyday to form some kind of connection to someone, no matter how tenuous but his own fear and inferiority holding him back. All he ever wanted was to not live up to someones expectations, to not be pressured to be something that he was not. Special, he knows it, deep down in his gut that if someone told him now that it was ok, you don't have to be anyone then he would sink down on the spot with bliss, all that tension disappearing and he could finally be free from all this. No more fear and no more yearning for that allusive something, where he doesn't have to want for anything. No more being a slave to 'I have no choice.'
Just to be a nobody but to have someone that reveres him anyway.
"I'm the coward here, Jesus..." He rubs the palm of his hand over his face and turns, staring like he can see his way through that moldy red fabric to her. This is it now, this is it finally. But he's a monster, he's a predator and she his prey. He's leading her to her death but he's not hungry and had been since he awoke in the jungle. It was not right to do this to her, he doesn't have to do this or even wants to when he confronts his feelings. She had heard his name from his elegiac lips and burned with joy, had looked at him like no one ever has and conceived no one ever would after his monstrous acts. But that side is not in the light and she only sees Gabriel. She loves him, it was clear as day.
In this place of others castoffs, of too loose or too tight or just the pain old, tattered or worn-out he moves forward and ignoring the shocked squeak of protest from the old woman throws the curtain back and gets in with Maya. She gasps and backs against the wall in shock, covering her hands over her bra clad chest, jeans thankfully buttoned up.
"Gabriel! What are you -" He takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately, almost ferociously as the passion that had been bridled and retrained for years suddenly explodes through him. Feeling the moisture and warmth of his tongue against her own Maya moans and wraps her arms tightly around him, her hands buried fiercely into his hair as they kiss deep and long. His hands move from her face to slide up her back and pull her hair down in shiny curls and he smooths his hands along it with relish. The buttons of his shirt rub against her skin, makes her crucifix dig into her breast bone and she leans away from him, sucking in air though her throbbing lips. She stares into his intense eyes with wonder, bites her red mouth and then smiles. "You had to do this now?"
"Yeah," He nods, smiling with his arms still around her, "I think I waited long enough. I've been thinking...I'm not going with you."
"Que?" She leans back more, looking with confusion into his eyes. He stares calm, serious but still with that lightness that wasn't there before.
"You can go, I'm not gonna stop you but...I don't need to go. I thought I did but I don't. I don't." He says with amazement and grins, running his fingers through her hair.
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted more then anything to get your abilities back?" She looks worried, sees panic entering her eyes and he runs his hands down her arms.
"So did I.. I thought having abilities made me special, I hungered for it. I wanted nothing else and it made my life so myopic...but it was exhilarating, it was carefree...but it's ruined me. I couldn't help myself but now," He smiles and it's watery with great relief, "now it's gone, there's nothing there anymore. No hunger, no need, no need to fix. Just normal...I was - I was scared before, I wasn't thinking straight. I was an idiot."
She purses her lips and snorts softly through her nose, combing her fingers through his hair. "You're not an idiot..." She stares plaintively up at him, face in her hands. "I don't want to go without you. Just come to New York, you don't have to see the doctor." She tilts his head and he looks down at his feet, brows heavy with thought and then speaks low.
"I dunno if I should risk it but there is a place I'd like to see again, I could wait there. It's my old watch shop." He looks up and cups her face again, kissing her lips tenderly. Maya smiles and holds him for a long time until there's a sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Should I start charging now or are you gonna go find a motel room?" The old woman says, bemused as Maya looks over his shoulder to see her peeking around the curtain. Shyly she pulls out of his embrace and apologises to her and quickly pulls her vest over her head. Gabriel moves out and sits back down on the chair, his face red but happy and leans over to pick a book to read. He looks down at the jacket leaf and then up at Maya.
"You know I used to read a crazy amount before but I haven't picked up a book in months. It will be nice to do something so normal again." He looks down suddenly at the watch on his wrist and unbuckles it as Maya comes out with her jeans and as she lays it down on the counter he flings the broken watch on top. The woman picks it up and inspects it with distaste.
"It ain't working."
"I know, I don't want it anymore. You can do whatever you like with it...it's a one off, you might get something for it..."
The woman shrugs, thinking it's beyond repair and drops it into a draw as they pay for their clothes and leave.
****
Some smut to follow? I think so ;)