Author's Note: They do not have powers, not one person. This is essentially Sylar if he wasn't a serial killer, and an ordinary guy, so I don't know how much out of character he may seem to everyone or even in, I think he is mostly Sylarish. I tried my best to be true as possible while writing this A.U. This is like a whole bunch drabbles linked together. If you like "Be My Escape," this style is completely different, so you might or might not like it. No Beta, so some grammar issues, though I tried and I don't think there is anything major, but I could be wrong. Let me know if there are a lot of them and I'll edit it again, I probably will anyway. Also, if any characters names are misspelled, I want to correct that immediately.

Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, along with all the characters. I do not own rights to John's Donne's "A Valediction of Forbidding Mourning." I have Lindor Chocolate in my freezer, but I don't own the company, I have a copy of Dynasty Warriors Five but I don't own the rights to it either, sigh.

Warnings: A romantic relationship developing between a teenager and a adult. There is no reference of sex until maybe part six or seven. There will be a kiss, or two, not sure yet. Possible out of character, but not too much.

Part Summary: Claire's first impression of Gabriel Gray isn't very good, but the more she gets to know him the more she likes him.

Author: Estelle Stafford

Part One: Impressions

First impressions sometimes can cause problems for people who need to connect, but even first impressions can be molded by time.

Smile...

When Claire first met Gabriel there was no immediate attraction. Actually, she had not thought much about him, except that he looked like Clark Kent, geeky with the thick glasses, slick back hair, and wearing an old fashioned brown suit. The hideous brown did not compliment him at all. Nope, she did not find him attractive at all, until...

He smiled, "Hello my name is Mr. Gray."

She felt pleasurable shock when he smiled because-she is really a sucker for a boy with a cute smile. His smile was slightly devious and very welcoming at the same time. It led her to believe that perhaps there was more to him than appeared on the surface.

"Hi," she said. She wasn't sure what he was doing at their front door, because she had never seen him before. Mr. Muggles-their little Pomeranian-is barking rather loudly while trying to squirm his way out of her arms. The man smiles at the dog and pats it on the head. "We are not going to buy anything." She thought by the awful clothes, he might have been a salesman of some kind.

"No I'm not here for that I'm a...," He quits petting the dog, who now seemed to have found a new best friend. There is quiet for a moment, as it appeared he was searching for a proper response to give her, after a moment, he finally said in a rather stiffly professional manner, "I am co-worker and I need to speak with your father."

"Oh," she felt a little silly at that moment, "Well, I'll go get him. Stay here for a moment." She ran to find her father, who was currently eating dinner with his wife and her brother, Lyle, waiting on her to join them. "Some guy is at the door for you, dad. He said his name is Mr. Gray." She sits Mr. Muggles down and he dashes for his bowl. A look of angry flashed across Mr. Bennet's face, but his family did not notice, because he quickly covered it with a smile. "Thanks, for telling me Claire Bear, I'll be right back."

When he arrived at the door, Noah was not happy to see Gabriel Gray at the door. His impression of the man was not very good-Gabriel was dangerous-the man came into the company at a very young age and began rising in the ranks, fast, too fast in Noah's opinion. There was speculation about how exactly he got to where he was so quickly; though, the details were vague, it was believed Gabriel was power hungry and would do anything to get it.

"Mr. Gray," he greeted politely, but coldly. "What has brought you to my door?"

"Mrs. Petrelli has demanded you and I start working on a project together."

"Why wasn't this brought up in the meeting?" he demanded immediately.

"Because this is one of her more special projects, she doesn't want many people outside of a selective group of her chosen to know about this too soon."

"Alright, but why are you here, when a phone call or email would have be sufficient."

"She wants us to start right away." He adjusted his glasses, "It just seems more productive to come over here and get you when it was on my way."

"Fine, I'll just go grab my key card and I'll be on my way." Gabriel was left to linger in the doorway.

At the dinner table, Claire teased her brother relentlessly about his latest crush, "Oh come on little brother you were totally sitting right next to her. You can't tell me you don't like her." His face turned bright red causing her to laugh.

"Claire, don't tease your brother." Her mother lightly scolded, but she smiled, and then she looked over to see the young man standing in the doorway. She rolled her eyes, "I swear your father has no manners sometimes." She immediately got from the table and made her way to the front door to ask, "Why don't you come in Mr...Gray?"

Gabriel hesitated to cross over the doorway, but for only a second, "Yes, but you can call me Gabriel." He replied holding out his hand which she took with a smile, he politely left a kiss on her hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Bennet."

"Please, call me Sandra I'm still young, come now have a seat with us," she ushered him to the dinning room. "Would you like something to drink or your welcome to eat, but knowing Noah he'll rush you out the door before you put the spoon in your mouth."

"No, thank you."

"Alright," she sat down at the table, "Claire, pass the salt please, so has Noah mentioned me?"

"No, I haven't," Noah said as he made his way back down the stairs, a warning that told Gabriel to back away.

"No, he has a picture of you on his desk," he ran a hand through his hair. "I assumed you would be the lovely, Mrs. Bennet." She smiled politely, and gave Noah a quick look saying something on the lines of 'why are you so rude and why do you never mention me? Am I not that important?' Her looks always spoke volumes, which everyone who knew her, understood very well.

Noah would have shown a little shame if he was not so proud and confident, besides there was a reason he did not share information about his wife with his co-workers, especially Gabriel Gray. He refused to see them used against him in any form. There was no doubt in his mind, that Mr. Gray would do just that.

"Well, it has never come up," he replied curtly and she gave him another look before turning her attention to Gabriel again.

"Now, exactly what is it, you and my husband do up there?"

"Well...I run the Research and Development department; I pretty much decide which ideas make it to the executive board and which ones to scrap." He replied in a tone of precision as he adjusted his glasses, "Noah is the one who is head of security of the department, it is rather important, because if anything ever got stolen our company would be ruined."

"So wait," Claire declared in complete surprise, "You're the head of a whole department and one of the most important departments. You are so young!"

Gabriel, who was rather used to looks of shock, replied, "My department isn't the most important. The company would be in big trouble if any of the departments fell apart." His demeanor changed, "Oh and about me being young, I just move fast baby doll," and he winked at her.

Whatever disdain Noah had in that moment for the young man, grew tenfold. Sandra looked a little shock, by the sudden change, but just shook it off and smiled. Lyle just ate the whole time, not sure what say. Claire however, found her face was rather heated from being called baby doll and also once more noticed how wonderful his smile was.

Ambition...

Gabriel buried his life in ambitious dreams, when he met Angela she offered him something he thought he could never have: a way out of his painful life, a way to be special. She gave him a job in the company, it was not much, and he was just an assistant to an assistant. However, it had been enough because he had refused to go any where but up. He would never go back to being nobody so he had to do a few somewhat morally gray things.

The first was taking over projects which most of the higher ups ignored because the profits did not appear to be there. He however, had an eye for knowing if something was a lost cause or not, so when he saw something with vast unlocked potential; he did not hesitate to unlock it. It never went over well because he always took control. People did not like losing control of their various projects, especially to a young man who was nothing but a watchmaker's son. It also did not help he got most of the credit for the projects he did, regardless if he did always put in his notes who started the project—though he did not exactly put it in bold—people still despised him for getting the credit.

He also used people to get what he wanted: beautiful women, desperate men, it did not matter to him. He was completely shameless about it; because he always made people fully aware he used them. He hated when people came whining to him about being used-it grated his nerves-so he let them know before he used them. In the end most did not care, women thought he was great in bed and men wanted the money he could obtain for them.

He was not a great guy by any means, he did these things to gain the power he so craved. It was what led him to be the head of his own department in such a short time. Sometimes, it was a bit dirty, but he never did anything illegal or completely without any morals, though...his morals seemed to be few and far in between.

However, with all of his success, he was relatively surprised to find he wasn't happy. It seemed power wasn't enough to make him feel less of a nobody, unwanted, and uncared for by everyone around him.

So when Sandra had the decency to treat him with respect and kindness he had not received in such a long time, as little as it was he could not help but oblige to whatever she requested. "Before you boys leave," Sandra called as they were heading out the door to work. "Please, Mr. Gray come back for dinner next Friday." Noah was not happy about the invitation and he exchanged a look with his wife indicating he would try to explain later.

Gabriel had been invited to dinner before, but all those occasions had been all part of his standing in the world: parties with rich men who wanted to invest in the company, politicians who wanted money to run for candidacy, women who wanted to warm his bed, it was all in understanding of his power over them. Dinner with his mother in his younger days was simply a requirement of him as it was with the Petrellis. The polite invite had completely took him off guard, but it was only for a second and nobody had noticed-except Sandra who had years of motherly wisdom to aid her in seeing the pain and sheer shock in his eyes. "I would love to." She never would know that he was thinking of those who had never shown a moment of true kindness. "What time would you like me here?"

"6:30," she replied.

"Let's go," Noah had almost growled, "Mrs. Petrelli probably won't be happy to find we were wasting time."

"Yes, well... Angela is always stressing the importance of family, so I'm sure she won't mind too much, but you are right we shouldn't waste anymore time." He grabbed Mrs. Bennet's hand and left another polite kiss on her hand, "Good night," Smiles are exchanged. "It was nice meeting you all, Claire, and um...I don't think I got your name, sir." He looked over at Lyle.

"Lyle," He replied and appeared to be slightly weird out, "and just call me that, 'sir' that just sounds wrong, man."

"I know, I'm still not used to it, either." For a brief moment, he thought about all the times he was called sir in a day.

"Well, goodnight," He gave one final smile and that was when he caught it: that sweet lovable smile from the young Claire Bennet. Never in his life, had any of his ambitions ever got him something as wonderful as a smile that warmed his heart or a simple dinner invitation out of pure sincerity.

Attention...

Claire was not used to guys paying attention to little details in her life, other than her dad. Yeah, they told her she was hot, but it was not the same. Her dad bought her teddy bears whenever he traveled all over the world. (She had a collection of them in her room.) It never occurred to her, that Gabriel Gray a man who often paid attention to little things in his work; would pay attention to small details in her life, but he did.

"Hello Claire," he greeted as he came over for dinner once more, he held a bouquet of roses. "I brought these for your mother." He handed them over to Claire who quickly put them in the nearest vase leaving him at the door for a brief moment. When she returned, he held out chocolate, not any chocolate, her favorite, Lindor, "I also brought this for you." While not the most expensive in the world it was nice he had been paying attention enough to remember it was her favorite brand and she loved white. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at him, unaware of how she made him feel.

She grabbed a hold of the chocolate before saying, "Thank you so much!" Grinning as she gave him a quick hug. "Come in," She grabbed his hand and guided him inside. Claire can not help how comfortable her hand felt in his. It was a wonderful feeling. "Um, mom has already gotten everything ready, do you know if my dad is coming home?" She blows a strand of hair out of her face.

"Well, I don't know honestly, he seemed caught up with something." His eyes seemed to look beyond her, as he was lost in thought.

"Is everything okay? You seemed to have zoned out for a moment." He looked down at her and grinned. She was feeling something rather strange inside, but decided that she was just worried about her father. It is odd he has been showing up less and less.

"Oh," Sandra greeted him from behind the counter, "You're here, didn't happen to bring my husband with you this time? I haven't seen him all day."

"No, I'm sorry. Would you rather I come over when he is here. I can...," He let go of Claire's hand, whom was disappointed at the lack of warmth.

Sandra just waved at him indicating that he did not need to worry about being there without Noah, and bent down to give Mr. Muggles a kiss. "Mr. Muggles would miss you if you never showed up. I was hoping to have some help with the sauce; do you know what else it could need?" She asked. Claire was a little surprised to find her mom asking for help, not that her mom was a world class cook, she was not bad either. It just was not like her mom to ask anyone to help her, she was kind of independent unless her kids were around then she was glad to share the labor.

"Yeah," He grabbed the spoon and tastes it, "Maybe a smidgen of oregano."

Sandra put a little of oregano on the spoon then tasted it, "Yep, that is it."

"Mom, why are you asking Gabriel for advice on cooking?" She inquired.

"Because he is a good cook, he shared his lunch with me last week. It was fantastic. It was some kind of broccoli bake."

"You can cook and you were at my house Tuesday?" Claire questioned.

"Yeah, I had to drop some files off with your Dad and he was out doing some stuff for Angela. So, I came here to see if your mom was home and decided to share my lunch with her. And yes I can cook, but that really was one of my more simple dishes."

"I don't care, it was delicious," Sandra commented as she stirred the sauce some more, "I'm trying to convince Mr. Gray to cook for us one night."

"But your cooking is so wonderful Mrs. Bennet."

"Call me Sandra," She ordered.

"Of course, and you can call me Gabriel." He searched the room with his eyes, "Where is your son? I brought him Dynasty Warriors Five to borrow."

"I also see you brought Claire some chocolate."

"Yes, and there are some roses for you. I believe Claire put them in a vase."

Sandra smiled, "You really shouldn't be spoiling us like this, Gabriel, especially the children. They might get used to it."

"I'm sorry, I thought it was just polite to bring over gifts when visiting someone else's home." He was rather nervous when he said it, "My mother used to say...,"

"No worries, but you really shouldn't worry about bringing us something other than your company. Well, maybe dinner sometime," She teased. "Lyle is out playing basketball."

A wide smile crossed Claire's face as she watched Gabriel go outside, because the connection of Gabriel and basketball was made inside her head. While, the guy knew a lot about the sport—he knew a lot about everything—he sucked at basketball and it was very entertaining to watch.

"Claire, leave the two alone," Her mom scolded as she watched her try to sneak out, "And you should put that chocolate away for now."

"Yeah," She threw it in the fridge, and-ignoring her mother-quickly ran outside to watch the two guys play.

Gabriel started off by taking off his glasses and jacket, almost appearing to go after his prey, but with him in a suit it was hard for anyone to take him seriously. Then he declared, "Today is the day, I'm going to beat you."

Lyle scoffed, "You're too stuffy to keep up." It was all friendly banter.

"Yeah, well let's go then," The two check the ball in, and then the game begins.

It consisted of mainly Gabriel falling on his butt and her brother taunting him. The older man always threw something back at him, though. The game ended and they finally noticed that she has been standing there whole time, trying to hold her laughter back.

"What are you laughing at?" Lyle asked.

"Me," Gabriel stated, sounding a bit bitter, for only a second before giving his best smile. Claire is surprised she noticed, and stopped laughing. "Baby doll, you think you could do better?"

"Don't get her started," her brother said, "Believe me, she is actually pretty good at basketball. I made that mistake once and she beat me in front of all my friends."

Gabriel raised his brow, honestly surprised, "Really," he said, "Well, it looks like I have two people to beat, of course, I'll start with you." He pointed to Lyle, "You just wait; I'll beat you, yet." The younger boy just smiled.

"Yeah, we'll see...and if you ever beat me I'm going to laugh when you get your butt kicked by a cheerleader."

"Oh?" he questioned, "then I better be sure I don't lose."

Claire realized she has now come to the understanding that no matter how much Gabriel tried to act like it was not a big deal, he hated to lose at anything. That was why he kept playing with Lyle, regardless if he seemed to be having fun as well. She knew there was something always driving him to win. It was also why he hated when people laugh at him, he hated failure, and it was at that moment she came to the conclusion that Gabriel was not the only one paying attention to details.

Learning...

It was rather important for one to keep up with their education, so Gabriel had strongly believed. It was what kept him at the top of his game while working with the company, it was what got him noticed in the first place, his desire to learn and fast. More so, was his ability to read people rather well, because he would study them like books, and figure exactly whom he was dealing with. He knew Angela would do whatever she needed to get what she wanted and was excellent at laying down the right cards. He was aware Arthur's ambitions were different than Angela's and they would inevitable clash. Several people's dislike of him-including Noah's-was rather obvious. Sandra was a strong willed woman, he understood quickly. It was apparent the day he started basketball with Lyle he was another teenage boy just trying to survive high school. It had seemed Claire was just another teenager as well, but as time passed on he learned more things about her.

He knew she liked teddy bears and chocolate, rather typical of a girl. However, it was things like the way she moved her lips to form the perfect smile, the way she lifted her bottom lip higher when she was pouting, the way she played with her locks, and the way she walked, he loved the most. Though, today in particular was something he did not like...

He had been let in by Sandra just as she disappeared to pick up stuff for dinner, and he quickly made his way up to the stairs to pick up something from Noah. There was information concerning their latest project, that perhaps it had been stolen. Of course, there were some theories of to whom the thief was but neither he nor Noah would ever say it aloud: Aurthur Petrilli. He was the only other person with the possible knowledge of the product—Angela did try to keep it away from him-and the capability of actually stealing it.

These thoughts swirled in his head as he went for the door, but everything was interrupted by a: "Argh, I don't get this at all. It doesn't make sense!" and him maneuvering away from a well sharpened pencil.

"Hey watch it!" he complained as he gripped tightly onto the disc in hand.

"Sorry," she looked adorably ashamed and did her thing where she pouted her lips. "This...is...just really hard!" She pounded her fists on the table out of frustration. He sighed. The disc in hand would have to wait for his observation. He picked up the pencil on his way and handed it to her.

"So what are you working on?"

"Some poem for English," he saw her cheeks are slightly puffed out, her eyebrows narrowed, and she lightly bit her lip.

"Ah I see," he never had difficultly in high school with any of the subjects, because he was just pretty much good at everything, except playing sports. "Well, what do you think of it?"

"I don't think anything about it! I don't get it!" She yelled flinging her arms around. "Why couldn't I have gotten Frost? I get Frost." He chuckled a little bit, because for some reason seeing her get so flustered over a poem was just funny.

"Don't laugh at me," she snapped, crossing her hands.

"I'm sorry," he replied, as his chuckles slowly dissipated, "It is you're just so cute when your angry, baby doll." She blushed, a bit and looked downward and he smirked, "Anyhow, let's see here." He pulled the book away from her, "Aye, I would have thought most girls would like this poem." The title read: A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning."

"How can I like something if I don't get!" she snapped.

"Geesh, baby doll if you're going to bite my head off, I'm not going to help you." He noticed, there was a tiny blush on her face, and he was a bit confused because he has been calling her that all the time, so he did not see why it bothered her now.

"I'm not a baby or doll." She retorted.

"Ah, that is just the name I give all the pretty girls." That was not true. He only really calls the girls he was close to that, and there has only been two other girls...he did not want to think about either of them at the moment.

"Hmph, whatever," If he didn't know any better, he would said she was mad at him for something, but it has got to be the poem, "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Depends, what you going do for me if I do?"

"Give you a great big thank you and my beautiful smile." She grinned up at him. If he knew better he would just ignore the fact she was flirting with him-pretend he did not see it-but he did not and so he played with the fire she has started.

He leaned in and she gasped, "That's pretty good, and as tempting as that is I had something else in mind." He whispered softly in her ear as if he was seducing her, but he got a hold of himself and just smiled, "My apartment has been looking pretty messy and I hate cleaning." That is half a lie, half truth- he hated cleaning but his apartment never got messy.

For a moment, she appeared to be a bit sad, but in another instant she exclaimed, "I'm not cleaning your whole apartment!"

"You don't even know how big it is." He retorted with a grin of disbelief. It rarely occurred to him that most men in general are not clean, though a few women have pointed it out to him. He supposed though, it was because other men were not raised by Virginia Gray.

"If my dad can afford this house, you probably can afford a decent size apartment." She replied crossing her arms. He had to admit that was a very good point.

"Hmm, well then what about a room, my bathroom?"

"Ah no way, guys are so messy, and that's the worse room, EVER!" It was strange, because that was probably his cleanest room; he was more paranoid when it came to the bathroom. His mother's voice rang in his ear, "You don't want your mother to die of some disease, because you didn't keep the bathroom clean?"

"My Kitchen," he shook his head, "No, I keep that pretty clean, because I cook, the living room then."

"How big is your living room?" She flipped a strand of hair out of her eye.

"Not that big."

"Can you fit a large big screen TV in it?"

"Yes, but really...,"

"Then no," She shook her head, "How about your bedroom?"

There were so many things that one statement could lead to, if Claire was not Noah's daughter or underage. He pretended to not notice her face has turned a deep red when he said, "You just want to find out my dirty little secrets."

"Yeah, I could use some blackmail material," her bright smile lit up the room once more as her blush faded.

"Alright, I guess you can clean the guest room."

"I guess, I can do that, and maybe I'll sweep or vacuum some of your other floors or something."

He held at his hand and as she took it; he swore her heart has sped up or maybe it was his. "Alright, we have a deal. Okay now, let's see here...where were we?" He went back to studying the poem, and less of Claire.

"Why do I feel like you were going to help anyway until we started arguing?"

"Because I was, but than you started yelling at me and I don't take that very well." He remembered how often his mother yelled at him: "You don't love me!"

"I'm sorry this stuff is just so frustrating."

"Baby doll this isn't as hard as it seems. Now read the first line to me."

"Okay," They go back and forth for about an hour, discussing the different elements, eventually she started to understand what it all means.

"So this is a love poem, then." The frustration has gone from her face and there was just joyful relief from understanding something difficult.

"Yeah, baby doll that is it."

"Ha, I totally get it! Thanks Gabriel!" She wrapped her arms around him and heaven forbid he loved the feeling of being in them.

"Your welcome, but you still have to fill your deal of the bargain." He winked, just as Noah walked in.

"Gabriel what are you doing here, 'alone' with Claire?"

"Oh, I just came by to pick this up." He showed him the disc, sensing that was not enough he also added, "She was having trouble with a poem for English, so I just helped her understand it better."

Noah eyes' flickered with a slight look of suspicion that very few people could pick up on, and Gabriel was one of them, "I'll see you at work tomorrow then."

"Sure,"

He remembered Noah noticed things too, it was his job. So, he was sure if Noah had arrived at the exact moment he did, he probably saw just how 'close' Gabriel was sitting next to Claire. It was that exact moment he realized he was starting to learn too much about her, but he could not stop himself. So when he walked out the door he did indeed catch the exact way her lips curved to form a sly beautiful grin.

Appearances...

Claire was taught just like everyone else not to take much stock in appearance, of course, like everyone else, she did. Her first impression of Gabriel's appearance was Clark Kent, now however, she believed maybe he just looks so...he looks so...hot! His hair was not slicked back with way too much gel, instead it was wild. It was spiked up in different directions, adding to his now sexy image. He was not wearing the thick glasses tonight, which he has only taken off while playing with Lyle. She never got this close of a chance to admire his beautiful brown eyes-he so often hides from the world-before. She could now see the warmth and a promise of some trouble, the fun kind.

His attire was much more complimentary then the ugly suits he usually wore, a black shirt revealing his toned arms, tight black pants that she was sure showed he had a nice butt, but he had not turned around for her to see, sadly. He also wore a pair of black boots... She was rather surprised to see he even had a pierced ear with a black hoop. All of this went well with his smile. It was beautiful as the first day.

It still seemed to tell her he welcomed her with open arms, but take her on one hell of ride. She wondered if Gabriel was a thunder and roses kind of guy, the type that treated a girl right in every way, passionately kind.

He caught her gaze and she had to close her partially opened mouth, "Don't look so surprise, I do know how to clean up pretty well, baby doll."

"I...I...," She was rather embarrassed to be found staring.

"So you do," Sandra compliments all of the sudden. Claire had not even realized when she had arrived behind them, "Don't tell Noah, though."

Gabriel winked ,"Our secret, anyway I just came over to bring this," he handed over a CD-ROM.

"You bring a lot of those over," the young blond girl noted.

"We use them a lot in work, and your father is constantly requesting information that I only have access to as the head of the department." He spoke in a professional tone.

"Oh," It was strange, though he looked different, she still saw Gabriel. It seemed it would not matter what ways he changed his appearances, he would always appeared to be the man she came to know, and either way was a very good looking man.

End Impressions:

Impressions are funny, you might not think much of someone when you first meet them, and then they leave an impression that just won't go away.

Author's Commentary: ramblings: I won't be too surprised if hardly anyone likes this, because it is completely different than "Be My Escape," and I'm sure it has a lot flaws. It was mainly written for fun, though, and I'm going to be working on it between "Be My Escape." I had hoped to send it to a beta to get someone else's opinion, but I had to go through like ten profiles to find the two for "Be My Escape." Anyhow, I decided not to do breaks, because they are unnecessary and didn't look as appealing. Yes, the Clark Kent reference was in this one, too. I will probably use it in all my Gabriel stories. Hey if you were to combine Claire and Gabriel's name instead of doing Sylaire, what would you use? Clabriel, Glaire, hmm...I do wonder how these pairing names get started, really who started this whole let's combine names things, because it is a pretty good idea, it makes fics easier to find on some sites.

Stuff on the Story: I promised you this was supposed to be a little one-shot, but it went from just ten pages to about forty, and then I found I wanted to add more scenes, so yeah it is much longer than I originally thought. First, I had no clue why it was supposed to be in snippets, but it gives the feel of flashing through life. I think it works, that is the way I feel. You get a hint of the slight sub-plot of what happens with the company, it is supposed to be like that. Most of the parts are written, but don't except super fast updates, because well um...they need a lot work, and stuff added to them. There is probably 3 or more parts, probably no more than 5. The words being repeated were supposed to give it a certain feel.

If you listen to country music, you might know what the thunder and roses reference came from.

This is kind of a work citied but just for this poem, typically I just write a disclaimer, but this seemed a little more important, you know:

Donne, John. "A Valediction of Forbidding Mourning." Literature Network. July 20 2009

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Some of you may find this poem easy to understand, but this was the first poem I learned in high school and nobody got it until the teacher explained it to everyone.

Next Part: Elle comes in and you get more hints about the company. More Claire and Gabriel action of course, too.