Summary: The Gray family has been through a lot both past, present, and future. As the family grows so do their stories. A Sort of Sequel to Spotlight with stories from all over the Family Gray.
Disclaimer: Do not own Heroes which includes the characters created for the show. I do how ever own the random OCs that pop up. Including, but not excluding the Gray children.
Author's Note: Welcome to the story! The tales that follow may jump around a bit and are in no particular order. One story might take place in the story Spolight, some before, and some after. I promise this to be any interesting story centering around all the family Gray.
GINNY GRAY: My Dad Is Sylar!
The halls were just as crowded as any other day. I glanced at the career day banners lining the gold and green hall ways. Career day was the worse day in the history of worse days. It was just a way for the teachers and students to feel like they were doing good. Oh you're going to be a lawyer. You're going to be a doctor. Look at the lawyers and doctors.
I sunk close to the both where Angie mellowed out. She was wearing black high tops, a silver skirt, fish net stockings, and a dark indigo halter. Her raccoon eyed face was laughing with a fellow senior who was part of the news team at our school. Angie Petrelli just happened to be pining for a spot as co-anchor after Ted Yeager's accident, leaving him in the hospital for two months. I still wasn't convinced Angie hadn't used her gravity mojo to help that along.
"Ginny," She called catching my arm. "Have you decided we should be the first female team in the history of Montgomery High?" I shook my head, but she still handed me a camera, which kind of felt good in my hands.
"Not today," I glanced up at my friend. "Today I. . . " Then silence. No words because I was staring at a site that no one should see. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." I passed Angie's confused and heavily made up face. I bounded toward the shocker.
"Dad," the heavy hissed almost curse escaped my lips. One hand was slammed on the table as the other tightened around the video camera. "What are you doing here?"
My father looked up from under his lashes. He hadn't aged since he was around thirty or so. Which creped me out sometimes. Like now cause Laura Jenson was checking him out. Vomit in my mouth. He was wearing The Company suit. He had on a plain old black tie, and was filling out a form looking toward me. A smile came across his face.
"Ginny!" He stood up happily. "Hi, are you looking into a film career?"
"What?" He pointed out I still had Angie's camera. "No, I . . . never mind. What are you doing here?" Again I repeated the question. Then I noticed the Helping Hands sign. The sign for The Company. "Who else is here? Uncle Luke, Peter, Mom?" I whispered the word mom for some strange reason. Despite having to age while Dad stayed young, Mom had managed to look very put together. So put together Noah's friends were too eager to come over even now he was in college. I could only imagine how a group of high schoolers would look at her.
"It's just me." He assured. I was about to ask what he was doing here again when he answered. "I am just here looking for internships, Ginny. Our paperwork has to get filed somehow. It's a good working experience for some kids. Besides once inside the main base, Gloria can tell if they are special." Right Gloria the touch and tell woman. She was a bitch.
"Well it's weird having you in school." I folded my arms across my chest uneasy as Laura kept eyeing the booth. I wanted to give her a death glare, but Dad was looking right at me.
"Hi Mr. Gray!" Angie of course had to greet my dad, former serial killer gone good then gone bad then gone good, now he was just on the edge. This delighted Peter Petrelli's goth daughter to no end. Her dark shoulder length brown hair bobbed as she smiled at my dear old Dad. "Here for Helping Hands." She badly winked and I rolled my eyes.
"Yes I am, Angie. How is your brother? I haven't seen him in a while." I turned my face away.
I could care less how PJ was doing. He was just as annoying as any kid brother, except this one knew about the future. I walked to the edge of the table flipping though the applications. Normal questions. All of them were normal. I frowned a bit wishing just a tiny bit of excitement in the application. Out of the corner of my eye someone passed me.
"Excuse me can I ask you what exactly Helping Hands does?" No Laura no! Get away from this booth! Damn I wished I had mental powers! I really did. I tried to hold back the anger, but I saw my hands sparking. Tiny purple sparks danced across my knuckles.
"Try to hold on Gin." Angie encouraged as I blocked the rest of my father and Laura's conversation out. Somehow 'Whistle While You Work' got trapped in my head replacing the conversation, which ended with Laura taking an application. We walked over slowly for my sake.
"So you hate her?" He asked with a quick little knowing smile. It was easier to talk to Dad than Mom for me simply because he understood me more do to our shared ability.
"With a passion." I sighed taking the empty seat behind the desk.
"Tell me about it." He kept his smile really interested in my life. Teenage life dealing with boys and junior prom. Maybe he was missing Noah oh too much, but I needed a vent.
"Uh, Mr. Gray, I think I should warn you when Ginny rants . . . " I turned and stuck an evil glare at her. She sunk back in her own chair.
"I can take it." He encouraged me. I nodded.
"Well it started in eighth grade. First time she was in my class and every time I opened my mouth she would make a noise, like she was disgusted with me. Then in the locker room at gym she'd tease me for having big thighs, which is apparently your fault." I shot a look at him, but he just shook his head, smiled, and encouraged me to continue. "I digress. Then every time she's in my class she gives me dirty looks and at Homecoming last year she totally wore the same dress as me and I nearly sliced her little brain open. . .if I could." My hands buzzed with purple sparks. Luckily we weren't close to an electrical box otherwise the power would be way down. Angie and I learned that the hard way.
"Popular girl, huh?" He glanced at her as she scribbled down more of her info as her friends blocked her from my vision. "How did you manage to stop from killing her?" Wow he was saying it with curiosity. Was I about to teach my father a thing or two about not killing people? According to Mom the last person he killed was two years ago. Though his record was four years.
"I stepped in Mr. Gray." Angie stated proudly. "I actually kind of used my ability to keep her grounded." She let out a soft laugh.
"I'm done Mr. Gray." I recognized Laura's sappy sweet voice. I didn't bother to look up. Wasn't worth it.
"Alright Miss Jenson I will be giving that to my superior." Angie let a grin come across her face just because her father was now head of the Company. I rolled my eyes at her, but I could see Laura thought the paten Gray eye roll, which had been founded by my mother, Elle Gray, was for her. "We'll give you call if a position is available." Laura gave a smile at my father then looked toward me coldly.
"Oh Miss Jenson, this is my daughter Ginny." He motioned me to stand up as he stood as well. "She's a junior here and she works at Helping Hands as well." I gave a decent smile because slowly I was getting where he was going.
"Daughter?" Obviously she thought he was young because she looked almost shocked.
"He's fifty three." I said with a sigh. She almost fell backwards. Angie let out a hard laugh behind me.
"What?" She was utterly confused about the whole thing. Maybe she was embarrassed she hit on a fifty three year old man. Maybe she was embarrassed she hit on my father. Either way she was wide eyed. She snapped a look up at my father. "Then Noah Gray is . . ." Three, two, one, and she was faster gone then I could have been on lightening.
"See I'm a good father." He told me.
"You'd be even a better one if you used your mojo to slice that pretty little skull of hers open." I tilted my head to the side watching her gather her friends away.
"Have I taught you nothing Gin-Gin?" My heart halted at his pet name for me. He stared off tilting his head like I had. "You kill for power that's all." A wicked grin plastered my mug.
"Your dad is awesome." Angie mumbled behind me. I looked up at my father as the wheels in his head started turning.
"My dad is Sylar." And with that look I knew it wasn't long before his two year streak would run out.