Nuts
Title: Nuts
Characters: Gabriel/Peter
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 320ish
Setting: Shattered Salvation AU
Summary: Gabriel and Peter are reading at home when a humorous conversation breaks out.
"Your father told me once that you would be the leader of my church. If I understood him correctly, I was to be, or am still going to be, a god." Gabriel delivered this news soberly. He still hadn't decided what it all meant, but he wasn't about to dismiss it out of hand, when it was information that came from a man who could tell the future.
"My father was a nut," Peter said, casually dismissing the whole thing. He didn't even look up from the pill book he was studying.
Gabriel blinked at him a couple times. First off, he was still rather hopeful that he'd get to be a 'god' someday - that sounded like no end of cool, even to him. Secondly, he'd spent a lot of serious thought on this matter and to have it disparaged was insulting. Then again, this is Peter.
Gabriel smiled. "Come here, my little cashew." He scooted down the couch and slipped an arm around Peter's waist.
Peter turned to him with brows raised. "'Cashew'? What is this, some kind of 'takes one to know one' thing?"
"Yes, exactly." Gabriel gave Peter a smooch on one of his very excellent cheekbones. "I think your father must be a walnut - more brittle than they appear and although they have lots of fans, I never particularly liked them."
"What would my mother be then? A hazelnut or something?"
"No, I was thinking more like an avocado," Gabriel proposed.
"An avocado? Why an avocado? I thought we were talking about nuts here."
Gabriel took on a scholarly air. "The root word for avocado is actually derived from an Aztec word that means testicle, so in a way, an avocado is still a nut." Peter snorted at the linguistic sophistry. Gabe went on, "But my main reason for why Angela Petrelli would have to be an avocado is that at the center of every one of them is a huge pit."
Characters: Gabriel/Peter
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 320ish
Setting: Shattered Salvation AU
Summary: Gabriel and Peter are reading at home when a humorous conversation breaks out.
"Your father told me once that you would be the leader of my church. If I understood him correctly, I was to be, or am still going to be, a god." Gabriel delivered this news soberly. He still hadn't decided what it all meant, but he wasn't about to dismiss it out of hand, when it was information that came from a man who could tell the future.
"My father was a nut," Peter said, casually dismissing the whole thing. He didn't even look up from the pill book he was studying.
Gabriel blinked at him a couple times. First off, he was still rather hopeful that he'd get to be a 'god' someday - that sounded like no end of cool, even to him. Secondly, he'd spent a lot of serious thought on this matter and to have it disparaged was insulting. Then again, this is Peter.
Gabriel smiled. "Come here, my little cashew." He scooted down the couch and slipped an arm around Peter's waist.
Peter turned to him with brows raised. "'Cashew'? What is this, some kind of 'takes one to know one' thing?"
"Yes, exactly." Gabriel gave Peter a smooch on one of his very excellent cheekbones. "I think your father must be a walnut - more brittle than they appear and although they have lots of fans, I never particularly liked them."
"What would my mother be then? A hazelnut or something?"
"No, I was thinking more like an avocado," Gabriel proposed.
"An avocado? Why an avocado? I thought we were talking about nuts here."
Gabriel took on a scholarly air. "The root word for avocado is actually derived from an Aztec word that means testicle, so in a way, an avocado is still a nut." Peter snorted at the linguistic sophistry. Gabe went on, "But my main reason for why Angela Petrelli would have to be an avocado is that at the center of every one of them is a huge pit."