Jun 04, 2010 23:30
"This is your fault asshole." Gabriel Gray paced the concrete slab of a cell, muttering under his breath about all of Peter Petrelli's real and supposed faults. It drove him further into anger when Peter just laid on the thin cot that passed for a mattress with his hands linked behind his head and a smug look on his face.
Their fight had been epic, that's no surprise. It always was when Peter managed to piss Gabe off. Which was often. Not even on purpose a lot of the times. Eternity is a bitch when there's three of you and two of the three don't get along. Peter had resigned himself to this fate, to make the best of it, even if that meant taking a pounding or twelve from Gabe every few months. Strange as it is, the arguments helped keep him feeling alive.
There's whispered words and a rush of commotion down the hall, signaling that they were going to be released. Peter hopped up off the mattress, grinning from ear to ear when Sylar arrived.
"So which of you is going to explain exactly how you ended up in Thailand?" Funny how he didn't bother to ask about being in jail. After a century together Sylar knows well enough how that happened. "And why I shouldn't leave you both to rot here."
what: drabble,
verse: twitter,
who: gabriel gray,
what: meme