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Gabriel stopped, and one hand stole to his pocket, to the PINpoint there.
"No, don't. Please?"
She was sitting up in bed, the faint light from the window behind tracing her shape in the dark. He could see her there, but not her face.
Where was his voice? Where were all the things he was going to say to her?
"She... Sheila?"
There it was. Hesitant and, unfortunately, wary.
He swallowed thickly and stood like a stone dumb rock. His mind emptied, leaving no words for him on his tongue or in his throat.
"Come here. Please?" Almost apologetic. He found himself moving toward her, sitting on the bed, sinking into the feather down mattress and into her arms, those wonderful, soft arms and the smell of her. He held her close and buried his nose in her soft hair, and oh god, it was home again, Christ, how he'd missed her.
"Gabriel... I'm so, so sorry..." Her breath warmed him, her lips, her body was his world and he wanted to live in it again.
"... never leaving you again, never, I'll never..." Weeping, holding her so close, unbelievable.
"I'm sorry." And then she was stiffening, pulling away from him. "I'm so, so very sorry..."
A flashlight shone in the window behind her, a horribly bright, high beam that blinded him. He reached for the PIN, but it was gone. Fool, fool, fool...
"You--"
He squinted, and he could see that she was crying as well. "They've been waiting for months, for you. I'm sorry."
Heavy footsteps pounding in the hallway. He called up energy, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Whispering. "Come with me, I can take you somewhere safe, we can be together... please... give me the PINpoint--"
"HALT. Come along peacefully. We have been authorized to use drastic measures to ensure your cooperation, Mr. Grey."
More lights. More figures. Outside, inside, filling the room. Gun oil and sweat mingling and then overpowering, and then the hands and he PUSHES them all back. He's on his knees, rising up on the bed, his eyes never leaving her, asking, pleading, why did you do this?, windows shattering, wood splintering, plaster cracking and men yelling for light, light, more light damnit, get the mutie
"Please! All you have to do is take my hand and press the button!" It didn't matter which button. He'd programmed it for 'panic mode', which meant any button went home.
Gabriel held his hand out to her, holding his shields firm, pushing them all back. The foundation started to creak from the strain. Something had to give.
"Please..." Almost a whisper.
Sheila was shaking her head. "How do you think they found you the first time?"
In the heavy silence within the telekinetic shell he'd woven with his power, he was frozen. His hand still outstretched to her, eyes blazing, he felt his stomach turn cold.
And then the power left him, the sound rushed back, the room filled with life. Plaster started to fall on their heads. Hands fell on him roughly, binding and pulling him away from her, the bed, home and life, and his eyes never fell, he held his head high even as sedatives filled his system and his limbs began to feel leaden.
"Sheila! Damn you, Sheila, I know where Savannah is!"
As he passed from consciousness and his vision faded, he saw her eyes widen.
They never tell you everything, do they...?