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not_myfirstday) wrote2009-02-02 04:53 pm
not_myfirstday) wrote2009-02-02 04:53 pm
[MS] 02.08 - Things are getting weird, things are getting tough
[ooc: AU Future Timeline'd out. Sylar is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heroslayer by request, and this is the result of an IM conversation that cracked me up during a situation in the game Paradisa. It is not binding in any way, and once more not beta'd cause that's how I roll.]
Elle sighed resting her hand against her cheek, "If it makes you feel any better you're still incredibly sexy?" Pouting up at her Elle tried to be convincing of the statement, but the fire in the eyes that met her gaze proved that even those words weren't going to exactly fix this situation.
"Elle... I'm still a woman!"
The way he said it always made her want to laugh, but after three days it was hard to laugh at the same joke without it bordering on cruel. Instead she nodded and let her hand fall from her cheek and settle at her own side. Noah was in the other room happily making a mess on the kitchen floor with finger paints and a sheet of butcher paper. They had both decided that this particular moment wasn't the best time to explain 'Daddy's New Power' to their son.
Truly they all had been impressed when they managed to get him to acquire it. The Barnes girl had been in a coma for months and her ability was to blame. Gabriel had offered to try and take her ability on, to make some sort of connection to the girl in hopes of finding out if there was some way to help her. Elle had been wary of the choice, but she stood by his decision when it came time. The Barnes girl, stuck in a comatose state and stuck in the male counterform of herself. Her own family had refused to claim her, refused to even acknowledge that was their daughter. Truthfully, that was the part that had struck both Elle and Gabriel about the case. They knew what it was like to be discarded, to not be what someone had expected.
Now though standing across from her husband she saw a woman that was more than just upset but almost frightened. Taking the ability had taken a few weeks of visits to the girls bedside. Learning about her past, playing the role of the concerned FBI Agent to her parents trying to find out just what had made the girl want to be the man instead. It took a toll on Gabriel, but he was determined to see it through, and the day he gained her ability was amazing until they all realized that he couldn't control it.
The exchange for taking abilities empathically was that the learning curve was much steeper. It wasn't so simple to see, understand and do, as much as now it was tied into the emotion of it. Elle knew that the reason there was struggle was because for so long Gabriel himself struggled with his identity, in trying to find out who he really was. Now he had an outlet for those very emotions and it meant a change in who he was.
"What if I can't figure it out? What if I can't fix this?"
Elle's eyes cast toward her, catching the worry in her eyes, and the fear that was hidden even deeper still. "Then we'll have to explain to Noah that it's not okay to tell the kids at school that he has two mommies."
Elle could've sworn she saw a flicker of a smile on her features, but it faded quickly as the truth sank in. "I can't even be in the same room as him..."
"You know we both agreed it'd be too confusing for him. He's a smart kid, and he knows Daddy is special, but I'm not even sure I could spin this one. I already have to try and make sure someone else can chaperon the field trip to the museum next Wednesday in case you're not you by then." Reaching out she grabbed her hand, feeling the difference in the fingers, the way they were slender and a bit cooler to the touch. Lifting them up Elle took note of her nails and sighed, "Even as a woman you have better nail beds than me. I'm jealous."
She scoffed lightly rolling her eyes, "I didn't do anything."
"You never do and they're always much nicer than mine, even when you're a guy. Look at this!" Elle ushers her hand toward her eyes to prove the niceness, but instead she's pulled closer in a moment of spontaneity. She recognized that smirk even with the hint of gloss that she swore was her own shade on the features before her. "Gabriel... Noah's just in the other room, and Mommy can't be kissing some strange lady in the other room."
"Well maybe Mommy should try to get a babysitter for the evening?"
"Mommy would love to do just that very thing, but it's movie night, and maybe Mommy's new friend would like to watch Finding Nemo with her for the fortieth time?" Elle's eyes pleaded for a moment because she didn't want to have to go through an hour of Noah after the fact being Dory all by herself.
"I thought we agreed I shouldn't see him?"
"I know, but... we can tell him you're a new friend?"
"He's a smart kid Elle, he'll figure it out, and you're right this isn't something we should have to explain to him, not at this age. Maybe when he's older and we want to scar him for life with stories of just how crazy Mommy and Daddy really were."
"Right, cause that's a smart idea."
Sighing she rested her head against her chest. It was different, the same only in the way her hands ran down her spine from the back of her head downward, and in the way she could hear the heart beating beneath all the things that weren't usually there.
Pulling back to meet her eyes, Elle's gaze softened because she could see beyond everything, beyond the labels they'd forced onto him, and beyond the long dark hair that fell against shoulders. She'd always see him for who he was and she held some pride in that fact. That mistakes had been forgiven, and the history they shared was one to learn from not resent. They had a son, and they had a life.
And well now... just for the moment Elle had a wife.
heroslayer by request, and this is the result of an IM conversation that cracked me up during a situation in the game Paradisa. It is not binding in any way, and once more not beta'd cause that's how I roll.]Elle sighed resting her hand against her cheek, "If it makes you feel any better you're still incredibly sexy?" Pouting up at her Elle tried to be convincing of the statement, but the fire in the eyes that met her gaze proved that even those words weren't going to exactly fix this situation.
"Elle... I'm still a woman!"
The way he said it always made her want to laugh, but after three days it was hard to laugh at the same joke without it bordering on cruel. Instead she nodded and let her hand fall from her cheek and settle at her own side. Noah was in the other room happily making a mess on the kitchen floor with finger paints and a sheet of butcher paper. They had both decided that this particular moment wasn't the best time to explain 'Daddy's New Power' to their son.
Truly they all had been impressed when they managed to get him to acquire it. The Barnes girl had been in a coma for months and her ability was to blame. Gabriel had offered to try and take her ability on, to make some sort of connection to the girl in hopes of finding out if there was some way to help her. Elle had been wary of the choice, but she stood by his decision when it came time. The Barnes girl, stuck in a comatose state and stuck in the male counterform of herself. Her own family had refused to claim her, refused to even acknowledge that was their daughter. Truthfully, that was the part that had struck both Elle and Gabriel about the case. They knew what it was like to be discarded, to not be what someone had expected.
Now though standing across from her husband she saw a woman that was more than just upset but almost frightened. Taking the ability had taken a few weeks of visits to the girls bedside. Learning about her past, playing the role of the concerned FBI Agent to her parents trying to find out just what had made the girl want to be the man instead. It took a toll on Gabriel, but he was determined to see it through, and the day he gained her ability was amazing until they all realized that he couldn't control it.
The exchange for taking abilities empathically was that the learning curve was much steeper. It wasn't so simple to see, understand and do, as much as now it was tied into the emotion of it. Elle knew that the reason there was struggle was because for so long Gabriel himself struggled with his identity, in trying to find out who he really was. Now he had an outlet for those very emotions and it meant a change in who he was.
"What if I can't figure it out? What if I can't fix this?"
Elle's eyes cast toward her, catching the worry in her eyes, and the fear that was hidden even deeper still. "Then we'll have to explain to Noah that it's not okay to tell the kids at school that he has two mommies."
Elle could've sworn she saw a flicker of a smile on her features, but it faded quickly as the truth sank in. "I can't even be in the same room as him..."
"You know we both agreed it'd be too confusing for him. He's a smart kid, and he knows Daddy is special, but I'm not even sure I could spin this one. I already have to try and make sure someone else can chaperon the field trip to the museum next Wednesday in case you're not you by then." Reaching out she grabbed her hand, feeling the difference in the fingers, the way they were slender and a bit cooler to the touch. Lifting them up Elle took note of her nails and sighed, "Even as a woman you have better nail beds than me. I'm jealous."
She scoffed lightly rolling her eyes, "I didn't do anything."
"You never do and they're always much nicer than mine, even when you're a guy. Look at this!" Elle ushers her hand toward her eyes to prove the niceness, but instead she's pulled closer in a moment of spontaneity. She recognized that smirk even with the hint of gloss that she swore was her own shade on the features before her. "Gabriel... Noah's just in the other room, and Mommy can't be kissing some strange lady in the other room."
"Well maybe Mommy should try to get a babysitter for the evening?"
"Mommy would love to do just that very thing, but it's movie night, and maybe Mommy's new friend would like to watch Finding Nemo with her for the fortieth time?" Elle's eyes pleaded for a moment because she didn't want to have to go through an hour of Noah after the fact being Dory all by herself.
"I thought we agreed I shouldn't see him?"
"I know, but... we can tell him you're a new friend?"
"He's a smart kid Elle, he'll figure it out, and you're right this isn't something we should have to explain to him, not at this age. Maybe when he's older and we want to scar him for life with stories of just how crazy Mommy and Daddy really were."
"Right, cause that's a smart idea."
Sighing she rested her head against her chest. It was different, the same only in the way her hands ran down her spine from the back of her head downward, and in the way she could hear the heart beating beneath all the things that weren't usually there.
Pulling back to meet her eyes, Elle's gaze softened because she could see beyond everything, beyond the labels they'd forced onto him, and beyond the long dark hair that fell against shoulders. She'd always see him for who he was and she held some pride in that fact. That mistakes had been forgiven, and the history they shared was one to learn from not resent. They had a son, and they had a life.
And well now... just for the moment Elle had a wife.