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Tweak says, "Take a chance on me..."

Elle Bishop (messedupasiam) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-02 00:31:00

Entry tags:

elle bishop, gabriel 'sylar' gray

WHO: Elle Bishop and Gabriel Gray.
WHAT: Back where they started...the other way around.
WHEN: Late at night.
WHERE: A church. Possibly somewhere else after.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In Progress.

Elle wasn't sure how to handle Gabriel being alive. By all rights, she should hate Sylar for what he did, but she had missed him and she still cared about him. And more than that, this wasn't the man who had killed her. This was the man who had called her an angel and loved her peach pie. She had missed him, even as she'd continued to care about the man he'd become.

She found herself at the church where she and Nathan, or rather the man she'd thought was Nathan, had talked that time. There seemed to be a certain poetic feeling to coming here to sort out her thoughts. When she walked in she saw Gabriel, praying, and she leaned against the door, watching him for a long moment before she allowed herself to speak. "You know," she said, "someone told me that was stupid...but helpful." She tilted her head to the side. "Here to clear your head?" It was certainly why she was here.

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unsureidentity
2009-06-01 11:53 pm UTC (link)

He wasn't really sure why he had stepped into the church. Maybe it was becuase, with so much of his mind wiped near clean, he had to cling to the things that were ingrained deep enough that they couldn't be removed. The prayers, the signs, they all came as easy as breathing, and as he looked up slowly at the familiar voice, a vague flash of memory, recent and old, skittered across the front of his mind, and he managed as very weak smile.

"Head's already pretty empty," He said, a lame attempt at a joke. Pushing himself to his feet, Gabriel moved back away from the altar and sat himself down in one of the pews. "It is sort of stupid, talking mostly to yourself, waiting for an answer that hardly ever comes. But when you've done so many unforgivable things, you look for forgiveness wherever you can find it."

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messedupasiam
2009-06-06 01:39 am UTC (link)

"I know a little bit about unforgivable things," Elle said with a wry smile, "and I figure they're not always as unforgivable as you think." She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, her fingers lingering momentarily at the spot where he had started slicing her head open. She walked over and sat next to him. "Nobody is completely irredeemable. We just need someone to see us as more than just the sum of our mistakes."

She shrugged. "Do you remember the first time we met?" she asked. "I meant what I said then. You're a good man and you deserve another chance." She hesitantly covered his hand with hers. "It's funny...everyone expected me to hate you, I think. But I never did. I missed you, and it hurt to hear that you were dead." She smiled. "When Noah showed up, it was like there was this piece of you that I could keep and take care of...nobody irredeemable could produce a child with such a capacity to love. It's just not possible."

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unsureidentity
2009-06-06 02:24 am UTC (link)

As her hand grasped his, his memory flashed, pulling in her own thoughts of the meeting, her own feelings, their encounters flickering to the surface until they were as clear as his own memories, until he found his own memories that corresponded to what she was thinking of.

You're special just how you are.

The words echoed in his hand as his eyes were locked on their hands. Slowly, he founds himself squeezing her hand, searching for that anchor in the sea that he'd been drifting in since he'd realized that he really wasn't Nathan Petrelli. His mind turned back to the young boy that he'd met on the roof, the memories that had came off of him and the sheer innocence and happiness that had filled all of them.

Slowly, lifting his eyes to meet hers, Gabriel managed a very soft smile, "He's a good kid," He said softly.

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