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gabriel the goober - oneshot
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: Elle first day at a public school starts off interestingly. With a nerdy boy. And playground violence.
Dedication: FOR KATIE/SUPERKAPPA. LOVE YOU. FOR REALSIES, BABE.
Author’s Note: This isn't beta-ed. Any mistakes are mine~
Elle was wearing her favorite blue dress on her first day of her new school. Daddy had bought it for her to make her feel better about having to switch schools; apparently electrocuting a teacher for scolding her about stealing crayons wasn’t an acceptable thing to do.
Anyway, her favorite dress had a lacey trim and a little embroidered heart on the top, with cute little sleeves, and she wore it with her new shiny Mary Janes. Her Daddy had bought her a Beauty and the Beast backpack, and her very own pack of crayons to play with, so she wouldn’t have to share at all!
Elle was excited; everyone at her other school had been snots and jerks, and even though it was a little public school and not the fancy private one Daddy paid for all special, this one was new, and Elle liked new things.
She skipped away from her nanny without even bothering to say goodbye, and headed for the playground with all the other students. All of the little kids shouted and laughed and ran to line up and chat with their friends, and Elle looked on with a hopeful smile. Maybe she’d even make friends here; everyone seemed so happy and friendly.
She bounced over to one of the teachers and tugged on her soft flowery dress, smiling a big toothy grin when she looked down. “Hello, my name is Elle Bishop, and I’m a new student,” she said sweetly. “I don’t know where to go. Can you help me?”
“It’s ‘may you help me’, dear,” the teacher said, and squatted down next to her with a charmed grin. “You’re in my class, sweetheart. I’m Miss O’Connell.” She held out her hand, and Elle grinned and took it in her small one, shaking it up and down quickly. Miss O’Connell laughed, and Elle thought she was pretty and nice, and she would like her a whole lot better than the last one.
“Hi, Miss O’Connell,” she said, rocking back on her heels in excitement.
“Why don’t you go to the end of this line and maybe make a few friends before it’s time to go in, Elle?”
“Okay!” Elle said, encouraged, and turned away to skip briskly past all the kids, smiling all the way.
Unfortunately, as she neared the end of the line, there were no girls who looked pretty and interesting, just a boy in grey slacks and a funny little sweater vest, his big nose and thick-rimmed glasses in a book. Elle pouted, and looked to the front, eyeing a brunette girl in a pink dress with butterfly clips, and wondered if she’d be her friend, but her thoughts were interrupted.
“Look, it’s Gabriel the goober,” some snide voice said, and Elle looked back to the nerdy boy. Now there were two other boys in jeans and t-shirts flanking him, and Gabriel snapped his head up at them in barely masked fury and annoyance, his face pink with embarrassment.
“I’m a lot smarter than either of you, so I’m not a goober!” he replied indignantly, and one of the boys just laughed and kicked some gravel into his lap.
Elle narrowed her eyes, her hands making little fists. That was so mean. She didn’t like either of them at all. She wanted to do them what she did to her last teacher. That way, the boys would never be able to kick anything at Gabriel ever again.
“You’re a nerd,” the other boy said, as if it was a bad thing. “What are you reading, nerd?” He grabbed the book in Gabriel’s lap, and the nerdy boy instantly shot up, his slight short frame jumping to reach his possession, his face twisted with anger.
“Hey! Give that back!”
The first boy shoved him, and Gabriel fell to the ground, scraping his elbows under his rolled-up cotton shirt. Elle looked around for a teacher, but no one was seeing this; they were too far in the back. And none of the other kids watching did anything but watch. She seethed. How would they like being teased? And Gabriel hadn’t even done anything to deserve being hurt like that!
She watched as he rolled over, his big dark eyes filling with shameful tears. Elle saw a little blood, and started to walk over, her chin in the air. The boys were guffawing over the fact he was reading The Lord of the Rings, and while that was pretty geeky, Elle tore the book away from the one in the blue shirt and stomped hard on his foot. “You’re a big fat jerk!” she screeched, and delighted in the way he yelped and hopped back.
“Hey!” the other one yelled. “What did you do that for?”
“So are you!” she yelled back, and then smacked him across the face with the hard volume.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, and then flushed red, his eyes darting around as some of the kids giggled. But Elle was too mad to notice, let alone care.
“That’s for pushing him, you cheesehead!”
And then, to Elle’s extreme wrath, the boy pushed her, and she went sprawling down to the ground beside a shocked Gabriel, her backpack cushioning her fall. And now her dress was dirty, and Elle did the only thing she could do. With all the strength in her little frame, she chucked The Lord of the Rings at the boy’s stupid head.
Elle had good aim, and it hit him right in the face, and he collapsed against the concrete, clutching at his bleeding nose and starting to howl.
She heaved in a few breaths, and then finally grinned. “Ha!” she shouted. And then she looked over to Gabriel victoriously; he was looking at her with wide eyes, as if she were the strangest and most awesome human being he had ever saw, ever. “Are your elbows okay?” she asked, and then scrambled to retrieve his book, holding it out to him while sitting back on her heels. “Here’s your book. I’m Elle,” she said.
He took it slowly, blinking up at her, still dumbfounded. It was sort of cute. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said, “I’m Gabriel.”
That was when Miss O’Connell arrived, and Elle smiled up at her pale, shocked face as she rushed to the bleeding boy. “He was being mean to Gabriel, so I made him pay,” she said joyously.
Miss O’Connell gaped at her, and when Elle turned back to Gabriel, he was smiling in approval, as if all of what had just happened was sinking in. She launched herself onto him happily, wrapping her small arms around his neck, and squeezed when she felt his hands rest tentatively on her back.
“Would you be my friend?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said in a small shy voice. Elle beamed. She’d never had a real friend before.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: Elle first day at a public school starts off interestingly. With a nerdy boy. And playground violence.
Dedication: FOR KATIE/SUPERKAPPA. LOVE YOU. FOR REALSIES, BABE.
Author’s Note: This isn't beta-ed. Any mistakes are mine~
Elle was wearing her favorite blue dress on her first day of her new school. Daddy had bought it for her to make her feel better about having to switch schools; apparently electrocuting a teacher for scolding her about stealing crayons wasn’t an acceptable thing to do.
Anyway, her favorite dress had a lacey trim and a little embroidered heart on the top, with cute little sleeves, and she wore it with her new shiny Mary Janes. Her Daddy had bought her a Beauty and the Beast backpack, and her very own pack of crayons to play with, so she wouldn’t have to share at all!
Elle was excited; everyone at her other school had been snots and jerks, and even though it was a little public school and not the fancy private one Daddy paid for all special, this one was new, and Elle liked new things.
She skipped away from her nanny without even bothering to say goodbye, and headed for the playground with all the other students. All of the little kids shouted and laughed and ran to line up and chat with their friends, and Elle looked on with a hopeful smile. Maybe she’d even make friends here; everyone seemed so happy and friendly.
She bounced over to one of the teachers and tugged on her soft flowery dress, smiling a big toothy grin when she looked down. “Hello, my name is Elle Bishop, and I’m a new student,” she said sweetly. “I don’t know where to go. Can you help me?”
“It’s ‘may you help me’, dear,” the teacher said, and squatted down next to her with a charmed grin. “You’re in my class, sweetheart. I’m Miss O’Connell.” She held out her hand, and Elle grinned and took it in her small one, shaking it up and down quickly. Miss O’Connell laughed, and Elle thought she was pretty and nice, and she would like her a whole lot better than the last one.
“Hi, Miss O’Connell,” she said, rocking back on her heels in excitement.
“Why don’t you go to the end of this line and maybe make a few friends before it’s time to go in, Elle?”
“Okay!” Elle said, encouraged, and turned away to skip briskly past all the kids, smiling all the way.
Unfortunately, as she neared the end of the line, there were no girls who looked pretty and interesting, just a boy in grey slacks and a funny little sweater vest, his big nose and thick-rimmed glasses in a book. Elle pouted, and looked to the front, eyeing a brunette girl in a pink dress with butterfly clips, and wondered if she’d be her friend, but her thoughts were interrupted.
“Look, it’s Gabriel the goober,” some snide voice said, and Elle looked back to the nerdy boy. Now there were two other boys in jeans and t-shirts flanking him, and Gabriel snapped his head up at them in barely masked fury and annoyance, his face pink with embarrassment.
“I’m a lot smarter than either of you, so I’m not a goober!” he replied indignantly, and one of the boys just laughed and kicked some gravel into his lap.
Elle narrowed her eyes, her hands making little fists. That was so mean. She didn’t like either of them at all. She wanted to do them what she did to her last teacher. That way, the boys would never be able to kick anything at Gabriel ever again.
“You’re a nerd,” the other boy said, as if it was a bad thing. “What are you reading, nerd?” He grabbed the book in Gabriel’s lap, and the nerdy boy instantly shot up, his slight short frame jumping to reach his possession, his face twisted with anger.
“Hey! Give that back!”
The first boy shoved him, and Gabriel fell to the ground, scraping his elbows under his rolled-up cotton shirt. Elle looked around for a teacher, but no one was seeing this; they were too far in the back. And none of the other kids watching did anything but watch. She seethed. How would they like being teased? And Gabriel hadn’t even done anything to deserve being hurt like that!
She watched as he rolled over, his big dark eyes filling with shameful tears. Elle saw a little blood, and started to walk over, her chin in the air. The boys were guffawing over the fact he was reading The Lord of the Rings, and while that was pretty geeky, Elle tore the book away from the one in the blue shirt and stomped hard on his foot. “You’re a big fat jerk!” she screeched, and delighted in the way he yelped and hopped back.
“Hey!” the other one yelled. “What did you do that for?”
“So are you!” she yelled back, and then smacked him across the face with the hard volume.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, and then flushed red, his eyes darting around as some of the kids giggled. But Elle was too mad to notice, let alone care.
“That’s for pushing him, you cheesehead!”
And then, to Elle’s extreme wrath, the boy pushed her, and she went sprawling down to the ground beside a shocked Gabriel, her backpack cushioning her fall. And now her dress was dirty, and Elle did the only thing she could do. With all the strength in her little frame, she chucked The Lord of the Rings at the boy’s stupid head.
Elle had good aim, and it hit him right in the face, and he collapsed against the concrete, clutching at his bleeding nose and starting to howl.
She heaved in a few breaths, and then finally grinned. “Ha!” she shouted. And then she looked over to Gabriel victoriously; he was looking at her with wide eyes, as if she were the strangest and most awesome human being he had ever saw, ever. “Are your elbows okay?” she asked, and then scrambled to retrieve his book, holding it out to him while sitting back on her heels. “Here’s your book. I’m Elle,” she said.
He took it slowly, blinking up at her, still dumbfounded. It was sort of cute. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said, “I’m Gabriel.”
That was when Miss O’Connell arrived, and Elle smiled up at her pale, shocked face as she rushed to the bleeding boy. “He was being mean to Gabriel, so I made him pay,” she said joyously.
Miss O’Connell gaped at her, and when Elle turned back to Gabriel, he was smiling in approval, as if all of what had just happened was sinking in. She launched herself onto him happily, wrapping her small arms around his neck, and squeezed when she felt his hands rest tentatively on her back.
“Would you be my friend?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said in a small shy voice. Elle beamed. She’d never had a real friend before.