Bad Day--A Petlar fic
w00t! The clock on my laptop has magically fixed itself after weeks and weeks of being wrong. This is wonderful. But in unrelated news, I'd like to apologise for yesterdays fic and today's fic being so short. I promise tomorrows will be longer.
December 27th
Bad Day
A Petlar fic--575 words
3rd Person POV
Peter was lying across the couch, feet proped up on an armrest, and reading a book. Every now and then he would wiggle his toes or glance over his book at Noah. He had a small fleece throw over his middle and a glass of tea sitting on the floor next to him. By the time he finished his chapter the glass of tea was covered in condensation that was dripping down to the floor.
Seconds later Gabriel shuffled into the house. His head was down and his feet were sliding across the carpet. He moved slowly towards the living room table, pulled down a coaster, and slid it under Peter's glass. He let out a sad sigh and shuffled towards the bathroom. When he got there he thunked his head against the mirror and closed his eyes.
Peter watched Gabriel the entire time over the top of his book. When he heard Gabriel's head thunk agianst the mirror he closed his book and headed towards the bathroom. He crossed his arms and leaned agaisnt the doorway.
"Brei, what's the matter?"
Gabriel's lip twisted down but he said nothing. Peter didn't want to pry into Gabriel's mind unless he had to. The two of them stood in silence for a few minutes before Gabriel finally opened his eyes. He looked into his own eyes and frowned again.
"Luke Cambell came to visit me today."
"The kid you hung out with for three days?"
Gabriel nodded agaisnt the mirror, the skin of his forehead scrunching then stretching.
"He came into the shop...and told me I was a loser. Said I wasn't worth the thought he'd given me. He told me I was afraid of the world and that...and that I should...off myself for the good of humanity."
Gabriel started crying against the mirror. Peter frowned and stepped behind Gabriel and hugged him around the middle, his forehead pressed into Gabriel's back. Peter kissed his back and let his lips linger. Gabriel's whole body is shaking with his sobs.
"Luke is a teenager, teenagers are angry at the world. And you're a big part of his world Brei, well Sylar is. But he doesn't know the difference."
"We spent three days together. Three days and he thinks I should kill myself."
Peter pulled back and turned Gabriel to face him. He put his hands against Gabriel's chest and rubbed up and down softly.
"In those three days you showed him abilities he'd never imagined could exist. You gave him a...moral code, you--"
"Sylar, Sylar did all that. I never mattered when it came to abilities."
Peter brought on hand up to rub against Gabriel's cheek. He brushed a tear away with his thumb and pressed a kiss to his nose.
"He doesn't know the difference. But fine, Sylar gave him purpose. Sylar was someone he saw as confident, strong, and invincible. Sylar was his idol."
Gabriel nuzzled his nose into Peter's palm and kissed it.
He was crying. Was he crying because I left?
"Probably."
Peter stood on his tippy toes and pressed his forehead against Gabriel's.
"How about I have Molly find him adn then we can have dinner togther. Talk it out with him."
Gabriel nodded and hugged Peter.
That brat doesn't need a talking to, he needs someone to bend him over and beat his ass.
Peter sighed and pulled away from Gabriel.
"Lets....lets hold off on that okay."
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I liked Luke. Sources have it that they left his exit open so they could bring him back later. I'm betting that Samuel picks him up then Sylar finds out and that he storms in to save his apprentace.
And sorry this one is short too, I've been busy.
December 27th
Bad Day
A Petlar fic--575 words
3rd Person POV
Peter was lying across the couch, feet proped up on an armrest, and reading a book. Every now and then he would wiggle his toes or glance over his book at Noah. He had a small fleece throw over his middle and a glass of tea sitting on the floor next to him. By the time he finished his chapter the glass of tea was covered in condensation that was dripping down to the floor.
Seconds later Gabriel shuffled into the house. His head was down and his feet were sliding across the carpet. He moved slowly towards the living room table, pulled down a coaster, and slid it under Peter's glass. He let out a sad sigh and shuffled towards the bathroom. When he got there he thunked his head against the mirror and closed his eyes.
Peter watched Gabriel the entire time over the top of his book. When he heard Gabriel's head thunk agianst the mirror he closed his book and headed towards the bathroom. He crossed his arms and leaned agaisnt the doorway.
"Brei, what's the matter?"
Gabriel's lip twisted down but he said nothing. Peter didn't want to pry into Gabriel's mind unless he had to. The two of them stood in silence for a few minutes before Gabriel finally opened his eyes. He looked into his own eyes and frowned again.
"Luke Cambell came to visit me today."
"The kid you hung out with for three days?"
Gabriel nodded agaisnt the mirror, the skin of his forehead scrunching then stretching.
"He came into the shop...and told me I was a loser. Said I wasn't worth the thought he'd given me. He told me I was afraid of the world and that...and that I should...off myself for the good of humanity."
Gabriel started crying against the mirror. Peter frowned and stepped behind Gabriel and hugged him around the middle, his forehead pressed into Gabriel's back. Peter kissed his back and let his lips linger. Gabriel's whole body is shaking with his sobs.
"Luke is a teenager, teenagers are angry at the world. And you're a big part of his world Brei, well Sylar is. But he doesn't know the difference."
"We spent three days together. Three days and he thinks I should kill myself."
Peter pulled back and turned Gabriel to face him. He put his hands against Gabriel's chest and rubbed up and down softly.
"In those three days you showed him abilities he'd never imagined could exist. You gave him a...moral code, you--"
"Sylar, Sylar did all that. I never mattered when it came to abilities."
Peter brought on hand up to rub against Gabriel's cheek. He brushed a tear away with his thumb and pressed a kiss to his nose.
"He doesn't know the difference. But fine, Sylar gave him purpose. Sylar was someone he saw as confident, strong, and invincible. Sylar was his idol."
Gabriel nuzzled his nose into Peter's palm and kissed it.
He was crying. Was he crying because I left?
"Probably."
Peter stood on his tippy toes and pressed his forehead against Gabriel's.
"How about I have Molly find him adn then we can have dinner togther. Talk it out with him."
Gabriel nodded and hugged Peter.
That brat doesn't need a talking to, he needs someone to bend him over and beat his ass.
Peter sighed and pulled away from Gabriel.
"Lets....lets hold off on that okay."
______________________
I liked Luke. Sources have it that they left his exit open so they could bring him back later. I'm betting that Samuel picks him up then Sylar finds out and that he storms in to save his apprentace.
And sorry this one is short too, I've been busy.