Spoiled surprise
Title: Spoiled surprise
Pairing/Characters: Elle, Gabriel, the Petrellis, the Bennets
Rating: G
Prompt: The month of Noah Gray and #24. Why name him Noah? of the Table
Summary: Elle is in labor, Gabriel is in panic, and someone does a Big Confession. A normal Petrellis family dinner. Crackastic (sort of).
Author's Notes: IABD-verse, Gabriel is a Petrelli. Arthur is in friendly terms with Angela (at least enough to attend a family dinner). Thanks to mollivanders for being my beta for this: your help was really precious; and to lemomina for being supportive :)
They were in the middle of lunch when Elle felt a new contraction. She looked at her watch and saw that about fifteen minutes had passed from the first one.
“Can't you wait just a little more?” she whispered, her hand caressing her belly. She was enjoying the "happy family dinner" that Claire had invited them to.
The Petrellis were probably not a postcard family, dysfunctional as they were with all the manipulations, fights and betrayals. Still, sitting with them all was a welcome change from the not-too-tasty meals eaten alone in the Company's cafeteria, her father too busy to join her.
She looked at Gabriel, but he was distracted, too deep in conversation with Glasses to notice what was happening. The two men had been working together for months now and over time a mutual respect had replaced the initial desire to kill each other.
Elle knew that, even if Gabriel would never admit it, he looked to Bennet as a role model; and while Noah kept saying that he was forced by circumstance (and Angela Petrelli) to accept Sylar as a partner, he had even thanked him for the times Gabriel had his back.
Elle secretly hoped for more, hoped that Glasses would sooner or later extend to her husband the paternal affection he had shown her since he'd learned that she was pregnant. Since then, the Bennets had been very supportive and caring, inviting Gabriel and Elle to stay at their home and even giving them Claire's old room while Pom Pom was at college.
Angela got up to bring some more food from the kitchen and, as always, when walking past them, she let a hand run across Peter's, Gabriel's and Nathan's shoulders. Elle barely held back a sneer, meeting Tracy's eyes on the other side of the table and, although she had nothing in common with the frigid First Lady, for a moment they shared the same thought: there was something disturbing in the way the matriarch touched her sons.
Elle reached out a hand to take a slice of bread and, when she was hit at the same time with another contraction, she couldn't hold back the spark that started from the tip of her finger, shattering a crystal glass in front of her.
“That was strong. How many minutes have passed?” Peter promptly asked.
“About ten minutes, I think ...”
“What ...?” Gabriel looked terrified. “It's time? But it's too early!”
Gabriel took Elle's hand and lifted his eyes up towards Peter, the panic evident in his voice.
“What happened?” Angela asked from the door of the kitchen.
“Elle is in labor,” said Peter.
“Great”, she muttered rolling her eyes “just in time for the main course.”
“I could fly her to Pinehearst,” Nathan offered, only to be literally frozen by Tracy.
“What? Not by myself, with the helicopter!”
“You and your passion for blondes ...” was the dry answer of the woman.
“They must thank me, you know...” Arthur was saying to Simon and Monty, and everyone who wanted to hear the story for the umpteenth time, “... I knew immediately that they would be a good pairing ... maybe they’ll name the baby after me…”
Elle took a deep breath and jostled her husband, who continued to mutter to himself.
“... we are not ready...”
“Gabriel ...”
“... we need to call the Haitian ...”
“Gabriel!”
“... without metal equipment ...”
“GABRIEL!”
She yelled, sending a shock that burned his hand, but she finally had his attention.
“What, sweetheart?”
“This baby will be born on your mother's carpet if you continue to block everyone with your telekinesis!” and launched an imploring gaze to her mother-in-law.
Angela did what she knew best, giving orders:
“Gabriel, let everybody move ... Good! Nathan, using the presidential helicopter is an excellent idea. Noah, you and Sandra go home and get Elle’s labor bag, while Peter will find the Haitian...”
Peter worked with Elle for another minute, helping her to keep breathing as he’d taught her. When she was calm he vanished to find the Haitian.
“... Arthur, stop gloating, you have done nothing more than spy on them like the pervert you are, alert the medical staff instead. See you all at the Pinehearst,” Angela finished.
Everyone got up from the table, both to follow their orders and to move away from Elle and her increasingly erratic sparks.
“Claire, you'll stay here with children ...”
“I want to come with the helicopter!”
“But you hate Sylar and Elle ...” Noah replied.
“Dad, she needs me! And I don't hate Elle, I love her!”
An astonished silence followed this statement.
“God, you're so crazy sometimes.” Lyle chuckled, while Angela shared a knowing glance with Sandra.
“I know, dear, but I can't let Tracy stay with Nathan and Heidi’s sons. Besides, Gabriel has your power and that's all she needs.”
Claire's face showed embarrassment for what she'd admitted and an intense hate for the man who was now carrying Elle, before she could recover her composure.
Angela saw it and sighed, maybe there was still time to change vision she had, but she couldn't think about that now. Everyone was following the orders she gave, so she turned again to her son and said:
“Come on Gabriel, it's time for your son to born!”
Elle was too distracted containing her electricity and trying to breathe to notice that Angela had just spoiled their child’s gender.
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Pairing/Characters: Elle, Gabriel, the Petrellis, the Bennets
Rating: G
Prompt: The month of Noah Gray and #24. Why name him Noah? of the Table
Summary: Elle is in labor, Gabriel is in panic, and someone does a Big Confession. A normal Petrellis family dinner. Crackastic (sort of).
Author's Notes: IABD-verse, Gabriel is a Petrelli. Arthur is in friendly terms with Angela (at least enough to attend a family dinner). Thanks to mollivanders for being my beta for this: your help was really precious; and to lemomina for being supportive :)
They were in the middle of lunch when Elle felt a new contraction. She looked at her watch and saw that about fifteen minutes had passed from the first one.
“Can't you wait just a little more?” she whispered, her hand caressing her belly. She was enjoying the "happy family dinner" that Claire had invited them to.
The Petrellis were probably not a postcard family, dysfunctional as they were with all the manipulations, fights and betrayals. Still, sitting with them all was a welcome change from the not-too-tasty meals eaten alone in the Company's cafeteria, her father too busy to join her.
She looked at Gabriel, but he was distracted, too deep in conversation with Glasses to notice what was happening. The two men had been working together for months now and over time a mutual respect had replaced the initial desire to kill each other.
Elle knew that, even if Gabriel would never admit it, he looked to Bennet as a role model; and while Noah kept saying that he was forced by circumstance (and Angela Petrelli) to accept Sylar as a partner, he had even thanked him for the times Gabriel had his back.
Elle secretly hoped for more, hoped that Glasses would sooner or later extend to her husband the paternal affection he had shown her since he'd learned that she was pregnant. Since then, the Bennets had been very supportive and caring, inviting Gabriel and Elle to stay at their home and even giving them Claire's old room while Pom Pom was at college.
Angela got up to bring some more food from the kitchen and, as always, when walking past them, she let a hand run across Peter's, Gabriel's and Nathan's shoulders. Elle barely held back a sneer, meeting Tracy's eyes on the other side of the table and, although she had nothing in common with the frigid First Lady, for a moment they shared the same thought: there was something disturbing in the way the matriarch touched her sons.
Elle reached out a hand to take a slice of bread and, when she was hit at the same time with another contraction, she couldn't hold back the spark that started from the tip of her finger, shattering a crystal glass in front of her.
“That was strong. How many minutes have passed?” Peter promptly asked.
“About ten minutes, I think ...”
“What ...?” Gabriel looked terrified. “It's time? But it's too early!”
Gabriel took Elle's hand and lifted his eyes up towards Peter, the panic evident in his voice.
“What happened?” Angela asked from the door of the kitchen.
“Elle is in labor,” said Peter.
“Great”, she muttered rolling her eyes “just in time for the main course.”
“I could fly her to Pinehearst,” Nathan offered, only to be literally frozen by Tracy.
“What? Not by myself, with the helicopter!”
“You and your passion for blondes ...” was the dry answer of the woman.
“They must thank me, you know...” Arthur was saying to Simon and Monty, and everyone who wanted to hear the story for the umpteenth time, “... I knew immediately that they would be a good pairing ... maybe they’ll name the baby after me…”
Elle took a deep breath and jostled her husband, who continued to mutter to himself.
“... we are not ready...”
“Gabriel ...”
“... we need to call the Haitian ...”
“Gabriel!”
“... without metal equipment ...”
“GABRIEL!”
She yelled, sending a shock that burned his hand, but she finally had his attention.
“What, sweetheart?”
“This baby will be born on your mother's carpet if you continue to block everyone with your telekinesis!” and launched an imploring gaze to her mother-in-law.
Angela did what she knew best, giving orders:
“Gabriel, let everybody move ... Good! Nathan, using the presidential helicopter is an excellent idea. Noah, you and Sandra go home and get Elle’s labor bag, while Peter will find the Haitian...”
Peter worked with Elle for another minute, helping her to keep breathing as he’d taught her. When she was calm he vanished to find the Haitian.
“... Arthur, stop gloating, you have done nothing more than spy on them like the pervert you are, alert the medical staff instead. See you all at the Pinehearst,” Angela finished.
Everyone got up from the table, both to follow their orders and to move away from Elle and her increasingly erratic sparks.
“Claire, you'll stay here with children ...”
“I want to come with the helicopter!”
“But you hate Sylar and Elle ...” Noah replied.
“Dad, she needs me! And I don't hate Elle, I love her!”
An astonished silence followed this statement.
“God, you're so crazy sometimes.” Lyle chuckled, while Angela shared a knowing glance with Sandra.
“I know, dear, but I can't let Tracy stay with Nathan and Heidi’s sons. Besides, Gabriel has your power and that's all she needs.”
Claire's face showed embarrassment for what she'd admitted and an intense hate for the man who was now carrying Elle, before she could recover her composure.
Angela saw it and sighed, maybe there was still time to change vision she had, but she couldn't think about that now. Everyone was following the orders she gave, so she turned again to her son and said:
“Come on Gabriel, it's time for your son to born!”
Elle was too distracted containing her electricity and trying to breathe to notice that Angela had just spoiled their child’s gender.
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