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unsureidentity ([info]unsureidentity) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-30 22:53:00

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Entry tags:!closed, #complete, claire winchester, gabriel 'sylar' gray

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & Claire Bennet
WHAT: Gabriel doesn't feel completely comfortable with only a half understanding of himself and his relationships to others. Claire, for some reason he doesn't understand, is trying to help.
WHERE: Gabriel & Peter's apartment
WHEN:
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Gabriel had at least some idea who he was now. He had a name, an origin, a few very scant memories flittering across the forefront of his mind, but other than that, all understanding of his existence was scarce. He had a jumble of memories for different sources that made it next to impossible to pick out which ones were important to him. It was only a few that created an intense gut reaction that he was positive that they were his own. That, and a lingering fixation on snowglobes that he had no basis for but still couldn't shake from his mind.

He'd spent most of the day in his room. He was grateful that the apartments had changed. It was going to be difficult enough staying with Peter however long they were going to tolerate this arrangement like this. He wasn't sure how he could have done it if they had remained in one room.

Staring at the far wall, his head leaning back against the wall behind his bed, legs crossed over each other, stretched out on the bed, Gabriel was zoned, probing his own mind to try and sort things out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any headway. And the frustration was only leading to a pile of accidentally disintegrated objects whose particle dust littered the floor.



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[info]unsureidentity
2009-06-16 01:38 pm UTC (link)
The tight grasp on his wrist coupled with her words yanked him back down, grounding him in reality and pulling him from the mass of confusion that were the thoughts that were swimming in his head before allowing one to slam forward in his mind so suddenly that it surprised him.

A face that he didn't recognize, a voice that was familiar but somehow still foreign, and a name, an alias, that flickered into his consciousness as the words rang in his head.

You've forgotten who you really are.

You don't have to be alone.

You could save us all.

"Does the name Rebel mean anything to you?" Gabriel asked after a moment as the memories settled firmly in his mind, twisting his gut.

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[info]x_clairebear_x
2009-06-16 01:54 pm UTC (link)
Okay. Whatever Claire had been expecting him to say, that had most definitely not been it. Blinking in mild confusion, her gaze dropped as she realized belatedly that she was still holding onto his wrist. She pulled her hand away slowly, returning her attention to Gabriel.

"Yeah," she replied softly, "He... he was helping us, when the government was hunting us down. He sent me a few texts. Some were to help other people, and one was warning me to get out when the agents came after me." She stopped there, not having much else to say but not sure she'd say anything more even if she could.

After a heartbeat, almost afraid to say the words, or rather almost afraid of his answer, she questioned hesitantly, "Why do you ask?"

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-06-16 02:02 pm UTC (link)
"I met him," Gabriel said before pausing and correcting himself. "Or Sylar met him. Couldn't have been much more than fourteen, if that. Just a kid," He said, the words lingering in his throat before he pulled at the memory, another name swirling into his mind. "Danko... was looking for him. Thought we had him pinned down. No electricity, no machines. Sent me, him, in to flush him out."

Gabriel stalled, turning over the memory in his mind's eye a few more times before the words came out of his mouth, almost unbidden, his voice altering between the soft tone that he'd been using and the hardened voice of Sylar.

"I know who you are."

"I sincerely doubt that."

"I know you have a problem, and I think I can help."

"And do tell me what is my problem."

"You've forgotten who you really are."

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