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A/N: As promised. The end is near…only 3 more chapters after this. SO, leave some love. After all, it is Thanksgiving. If you celebrate, hope it's good! ~Dani
Part Seven: Gabriel
"Your mother is gonna be pissed when she finds out," Elle laughed nervously, relaxing into her seat with one quick glance around the plane, out of habit. Behind them was an old couple, holding hands.
"Maybe," Gabriel mused as the seatbelt lights went off.
He took Elle's hand, as they had grown accustomed to doing while flying. He softly kissed the new addition on her hand, a shining piece of platinum. Platinum, not gold. He wanted no reminder of her father in their life together. It was Sylar who did that and he was Gabriel. He stared at it for a moment. It was amazing how something so small could have so much power, kind of like his fiance.
Without removing his hand, he took one the in-flight magazines. On the cover there was a picture of Taj Mahal.
Elle had never been to India before. It was one more thing she was able to cross off her list. If he had his way, she would do everything she ever wanted. The rollercoaster was next.
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Gabriel mentioned Hawaii for the ceremony and Elle laughed, shook her head, said there was water there.
"We won't be in the water, only near it," he said with a smile. She looked skeptical. "I'm going to protect you. Trust your fiancé," he said.
It was quiet for a moment and then she smiled.
"Can we have fireworks?"
"There are always fireworks when we're involved, Elle." he said.
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It was a small ceremony, family and friends. Gabriel had never had friends before, or a family really. He looked out among the crowd and saw people that Sylar terrorized. People who had become Gabriel's friends. No, more than friends. They too were his family.
He was sure that Claire was staring at Peter while she walked before Elle. Their gaze was intense. He looked at his brother as Claire passed them and Peter smiled weakly. The music changed and Gabriel focused on his bride.
Elle wore a simple white dress, long, no shoes. Her hair was back with a yellow flower in her hair. A daisy, if Gabriel remembered it right. Regardless, she was beautiful.
He couldn't believe this was his life. He was happy for the first time in his life, complete, special.
The power never made him special; that was done only in this blonde woman. His enemy. His friend. His wife. He only found himself by meeting her. She made him special.