Author's Note: Hello ^_^

For those not used to my writing, please note that warnings are posted at the beginning of each chapter (should any be needed). All my stories have the general warning of angst, also please note the pairings section (most will be M/M).

This work was initially supposed to be my submission to the Gabriel Big Bang, but alas that was canceled so here it is!

**This has been beta'd by JDL71! ~All remaining typos and edits are my error, not hers.

Prologue

Writing was hard. Despite what everyone had told him before he began, Gabriel knew how demanding those pages were. He spent most of his teen years trying to teach himself how to write, most of those years being pressured by his family to do something else, to be anything else. By the time he was in his early twenties, Gabriel had written more short stories and novels than he knew what to do with.

Thankfully his high school English teacher was also a published author. While he couldn't do much for the young man, Chuck had taken Gabriel under his wing, and more importantly to his editor. The first two novels Gabriel presented were rejected, and while they had a special place in the young man's heart, they weren't what people wanted to read.

Book three was a success. It didn't have the full-blown Harry Potter popularity, but Gabriel had several thousand fans who wanted more. Getting his agent to agree to take on more novels was easy after that. While his books were doing well, at the age of twenty-five, Gabriel found himself on his former teacher's doorstep once again. Writing had lost the edge the blond craved. Just like actors, Gabriel had realized authors were typecast as well. James Patterson wrote crime stories; Stephen King wrote horror, and Gabriel Novak wrote Dystopian novels. With Chuck's encouragement, Gabriel was able to throw aside what he knew and take up a new genre.

Once his new books began to sell, Gabriel found himself in a place he had always dreamt of. People started to ask him if they could use his books for movies. The movies were small at first, but Sci-Fi was in, and everyone wanted to bring the next blockbuster to life. Eventually, over the course of five years, Gabriel was fully embraced by the film industry, and while he didn't get to write the scripts, he made one thing clear; if they were going to use his books, they were going to have to deal with Gabriel having a say in what modifications were made and how it went. After his third movie hit the top of the charts, Gabriel was given even more leeway as his books were converted to film.

"And that's where I am now, this book was co-written by the same guy who helped me get my start, and we're really looking forward to seeing it put into action." Gabriel smiled at the woman across the desk from him.

She was probably in her mid-forties with blond hair and brown eyes, and while friendly enough with a smile on her face, Gabriel had the impression he should never piss her off. It was probably how she landed the gig of her own show, people you could walk over never made it far, but Gabriel had a feeling anyone who tried with her would find themselves unable to walk at all.

"That's what we're all wondering about. This book is so different from your other hits. We're used to seeing large worlds and big effects, I mean didn't your last movie get filmed with about ninety percent green screen?" She asked while leaning forward slightly.

Gabriel shrugged before answering. "Yes, it was, and while it's different from what you're used to seeing from me, I want to remind everyone that I wouldn't have this chance if the series didn't sell so well."

Glancing at the woman for a moment, Gabriel leaned back in his chair. "Chuck has an amazing mind, one I could never replicate, and you better believe this is a stroke of his genius." Gabriel gave the woman a smirk then. "I'm just there to add some flare to it, Ellen."

Ellen didn't pause before pouncing on the opening, their time was almost up, and while Gabriel loved how in demand his books were, it was rare to catch him in an interview. "Not only your flare but from what I hear you've cast Sam Winchester and Jessica Moore. Those two are a hot topic wherever you go, and you managed to snag both."

Gabriel laughed slightly, keeping his posture relaxed against the chair. "Trust me that was all the casting department, though I do look forward to working with them. Chuck made most of the decisions with the cast, the characters had been his vision, but I have to say I'm pleased with the results."

Ellen was about to comment when the light went off by the primary camera indicating they were out of time. Gabriel went through the motions of letting Ellen finish her show which would fade off into a commercial for his latest movie. Once the camera was cut, Gabriel stood from his seat and stretched. "You know they may look comfortable, but these chairs are shit," he exclaimed while glancing at Ellen who laughed.

"I like having my guests a bit uncomfortable, so they know who's in charge, you'd be surprised how an uncomfortable chair manages to tone some people down."

Gabriel nodded his head and thanked her before leaving the room. She didn't try to stop him; once the cameras were off he was nobody to her again; someone who she would never think of. If he made another appearance, she would probably have to re-watch the episode to remember what was said, and if his ratings went down, she could pass Gabriel on the street and not recognize him. That's how it was in Hollywood. You were either everyone's favorite, or you were a stranger on the street.

Writing was hard. Writing for Hollywood was harder.

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