Being a huge fan of Alphas (and Gary) I had to write a fanfiction about the show! Notice, this is called fanfiction, not writerfiction, or I''fiction.
"When a father gives to his son, both laugh. When a son gives to his father, both cry." - William Shakespeare.
When Gary was a little boy, his father gave him a baseball, and told him that in a few days, he would be back to teach him how to play. Three days later, a man in black knocked on the front door and announced that Gary's father, Colonel Bell, was never coming home.
Naturally, Gary hadn't accepted that. Having just discovered his capabilities - and not being shy about using them - he repeatedly tried tracking his father's phone, and when that didn't work, he tried tracking the GPS in his father's car. It was to no avail, however - and he realized that four days later, as the casket was being lowered into the ground.
Ten years later, 16-year-old Gary Bell, autistic transducer, made his way through the graveyard, trying to convince himself that his 6-year-old mind had tricked him somehow, and it was someone else's funeral, not his father's. Yet, when he came to a halt in front of the gravestone, Gary knew deep down within that his father wasn't going to come home one day and teach him to play baseball. He knew that his father was dead.
Clutching the ball in his hand, he knelt down next to the grave.
"Remember me, Dad? It-it's Gary, Gary Bell, your son, remember? Yeah, the one you told that you were going to teach to play baseball, that's me. You never taught me, you know. I-I still don't know how to play baseball, 'cause you died before you could teach me. Anyway, I-I have news Dad. I'm not normal, but I'm not abnormal, Dad. I'm not a freak, like you said - I'm an Alpha. Alphas are people who are really cool, and they can do stuff that other people can't do, so... Yeah, Doctor Rosen said that I'm a transducer - I can see all the signals and electronic waves and stuff. Isn't that cool, Dad? Anyway, I was wondering if I could ask Hicks to teach me how to play baseball - he's really good at it, Dad, and he even has a son. Yeah, apparently his wife thought he was messed up, and so she took his son away. Hicks still gets to see his son, though. I wonder if he looks like a little mini-Hicks running around? But there's something I want to give you, Dad, something important, and you need it, because one day when I see you again, we can play baseball with it. Is that alright, Dad?"
Reaching out a shaking hand, Gary dropped the ball on top of his father's grave, sniffing as it made a dull thud. Sniffling, he stood up, looking down at his feet.
"I'm not crying, Dad, you should know that, because I'm a man - a real man, like you - and real men don't cry, Dad. I'm sorry for letting you down, Dad, and I'm sorry you thought I was a freak. I'm sorry that I can't be who you want me to be, Dad. I'm sorry. "Sniffling, the young transducer turned and made his way out of the graveyard. As he walked away, he couldn't help but think that the wind whistling through the trees made an eerie sound, almost like crying.
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