Title: Find Me Guilty Part 1
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Maya
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU. no powers, no spoilage
Summery: Jealous Maya
Author’s Notes: gift fic for
albion1919 thanks to
gimmemypickle for being a sweet beta. meh (sorry for the lameness :-\)
Part 2
Here He didn’t know what he did; all he knew was she was pissed.
“But Maya--”
“Not another word, Gabriel! I saw you! I saw what you were doing!”
“I was talking to someone, since when is that a crime?”
“Since you were fucking her!”
In a movement of alarm Gabriel’s eyes grew wide and he threw his hands up in front of him. He shook his head and took a step towards her, ducking his head low, giving Maya a warning look.
“Keep your voice down.”
“Are you embarrassed, Gabriel? Embarrassed for everyone to know about your whore?” Some passers-by turned, catching the last bit of her sentence. She yells it on purpose, wanting everyone to hear, and he had enough. He steps toward her, grabbing her arm roughly, ushering her out of the building.
“Get the hell off me!” She twists away from him, wrenching her arm out his grasp. His hand feels suddenly empty and a flash of guilt stabs him at the thought of how rough he was handling her. She looks up at him, eyes burning and the guilt quickly dies away. He reaches for her again and she slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Maya”- His jaw is clenches and his hands fist at his sides in a visible effort to restrain himself. Maya takes a deep breath, letting it out through her nose. She crosses her arms over the shimmering fabric of her dress. Her eyes roll up to meet his, a frown set deep in her features. His skin feels hot all over. He opens his mouth to speak when he feels her hand pushing him toward the street, her other arm raised high in the air, haling a cab.
“Not another word.” The cab stops and he opens the door for her before he can stop himself. She climbs in, scooting over to make room for him but keeping her gaze focused out the window on her side. He slides in next to her, giving the cabby the address before giving the same attention to his side of the car. They don’t speak for the whole trip.
***
She walks briskly though the door; he’s quick on her heels and she knows it as she lets the door swing none too gently in his direction.
“Alright, what is your problem?” He says, using his shoulder to take the brunt of the door as it knocks into him.
She snatches off her shawl, throwing it over the back of the couch, ignoring him as she bends down to remove her shoes. She starts talking to herself in Spanish and he’s had enough.
“God damn it, Maya! I’m not a fucking mind reader!” He stalks over to her, pushing into her space once more. Before he can get a word out she’s already poking him in the chest.
“You left me alone to go talking with that woman all night long. Who the fuck was she, Gabriel? Where were you? I couldn’t find you anywhere!” Her hands fly up into the air and he sees the concern etched upon her face. He lets out a breath, relaxing the tension that’s building up in his shoulders.
“She was an old friend.” His hand reaches out for her, barely touching her arm before she moves away.
“I can’t believe you did that. I was stuck with that weird guy all night. How do you think it was listening to him go on and on about how easy that - that bug-eyed girl was? He wouldn’t leave me alone.”
That threw Gabriel off and she had his attention now. “What? Did he do something?”
She makes a rude noise before continuing, “Oh, now you’re worried about me? There’s some drunken guy who can’t keep his hands to himself and that--”
“Maya!” He slams his hand on the counter, the sound of it echoing off the walls. His voice is quiet, but there’s something just inside the calm that makes her stop.
She stares up at him. “It’s not so fun is it?”
He looks down at the floor, folding his arms over his chest. She leans back against the counter waiting for him. He’s too quiet for too long and she sighs before bending to grab her shoes, heading for the door. His stride, longer than hers, is the only reason he reaches the door before her. “Where are you going?”
“Home, Gabriel, if I stay here it’s not gonna be nice.” Her voice is a mix of tired and forced calm, and he shakes out his hands as they tingle to touch her. She turns her back on him and pulls the door opened. He reaches over her, slamming the heel of his hand into the door. She jumps but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge him.
“You promise.”
“Get your hand away from the door, Gabriel.” She speaks softly, through clenched teeth, but he hears her. She knows it.
“No” He presses his body into her back.
“What?” She doesn’t turn to look at him.
“No.”
She tries the door again. It slams again. His hand strokes the hair away from her neck and his breath prickles close by her ear.
She turns quickly, dropping her shoes, shoving him away from her. “You think this is a game! You think it’s funny to have me running all over the place looking for you!” she shoves him again.
“God, Maya, stop it!” He grabs at her wrists, yanking them down and squeezing them in his bigger hands. “I wasn’t doing anything with her. We were just talking!”
“For the whole night?” She pulls away from him stealing across the room, shouting again.
“No, not for the whole night. You know I don’t like crowds. I went to get some air.” he stares after her, helplessly.
“Some air? You went to get some air?” She scoffs looking down at her feet, hands on her hips as she makes a hissing noise, sucking her teeth. “It wasn’t my idea to go to that place. If you were having such a horrible time, why didn’t you come and get me? We could have left whenever you wanted.” She finally looks up at him. Her eyes searching, her mouth pulled into a tight grimace.
“Maya, please--” he reaches for her again. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Her eyes flare as his arms come around her. She struggles against him but his hold is secure. He pulls her close, whispering in her hair and she settles as his arms constrict around her.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. The truth is, I was angry with you.”
“You were angry with me? What the hell are you talking about now?”
“Every time we go out it’s like this; a crowd of people and you at the center. You never miss me.” She twists to look up at him; her eyes, huge and shiny. They stare at each other for a while. She softens in his arms.
“I-I didn’t know.”
“You did. That’s why you’re so angry. That’s why I did it.”
She stiffens in his arms again. “What did you do, Gabriel?” Her voice begins to shake as she digs her fingertips in to his waist. She’s had enough; he knows it. He moves his hands to cradle her face; her breath quickens, pushing their bodies together.
“I talked with her, just talked. That’s all.”
Her eyes well up with tears, dropping to focus on something on his sweater. She stares, burning a hole with her gaze.
“Sorry, but I had to get your attention. And it was the only way, that I could think of, to relay the message clearly.” He starts stroking her hair.
“You’re playing games with me?” She doesn’t look up. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She jabs him hard in the rib, pushing him out of the way, heading for the bedroom. The door slams shut behind her.
When she finally comes out, she’s wearing one of his shirts. He notices she’s practically swimming in it as the fabric brushes against the warm color of her thighs.
“You’re staying?” His voice is quiet.
She ignores him, her bare feet slap against the carpet and wood as she heads for the kitchen. He watches her opens the refrigerator door, bending over slightly, leaning into the opening. He stares, noticing the light against her leg and how it shines through the soft fabric of the shirt. Her skin prickles as the cool air blows against it. He feels himself harden and wishes he hadn’t made her so angry.
She slams the door, breaking his reverie. “You take the bedroom. I can’t even stand the thought of it right now. I’ll take the couch.” She doesn’t look at him as she turns, grabbing a piece of fruit on the countertop.
“Maya, you don‘t have to --” He sits up leaning over the arm of the couch. She cuts off his words with a stare.
“I think you have work or something else really important to do in the morning, right?” She pulls out a knife and begins cutting the fruit in smooth strokes. “You‘re gonna need all the rest you can get so you might as well Go. To. Bed.” The last three words were punctuated by the sound of a knife slicing through the fruit, hitting a cutting board.
Gabriel (knowing how stubborn Maya can be) is too tired to argue with her while she‘s holding a knife. He lets out a sigh, pushing away from the couch and heads for the bathroom. When he returns, she’s already cuddled up on the couch. He frowns, quietly making his way to his own lonesome room.
He sits on the edge of the bed thinking about her. He thinks about what he’d done to show her what it was like for him whenever they went out. He wondered if it was worth it; her being angry with him. He felt a bit of shame at the thought that her pain, her anger soothes him. He lets out a deep sigh before, lying down in his cold, lonely bed. He closes his eyes, letting his ever buzzing mind carry him into restless sleep.