[tms] did i dream you dreamed about me?
“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.” -- Unknown.
There’s still a ghost of a little girl that believes that this sort of love just doesn’t exist; sure, she has witnessed those around her prove her wrong and yet, the little girl only sighs and gives a shrug-perhaps love like this is real, it’s merely intangible to her ready, longing fingers that secretly, desperately, wish to embrace it for herself, too. She remembers how her birth parents argued more than they actually spoke, usually concerning her, and how the little could presuppose every love mirrors the one she has grown up knowing for the first seven years of life. When those two people, those two mirrors of the innocence that was shattered when they left this earth, were stripped away something inside her went into hibernation for most of her life.
David asks about her parents while spooning her from behind one night as James softly snores against her chest. “I don’t really remember them that well,” she says and he doesn’t say anything else. He merely places a kiss against her temple and holds her close to his chest. “They loved me…my mom and dad, even if they argued about me, they loved me-I know. They gave their life for mine.” Molly looks at the features of a sleeping, content little boy and she’s confident she’d do the same thing for her son.
One day he asks about her first love. She responds with Harry Potter and he rolls his eyes.
Images of a broken boy with sandy blond locks and the bluest eyes comes to her mind when she is reminded of something of him-a scent, a sound, a word-and a soft, sad smile graces her lips. Two lost, broken children finding each other on a peculiar happenstance; first love, first kiss, and one of the many reasons why a broken little girl and a broken little boy slowly became mended within each other. Life separated the two, as life often does, and Molly briefly wonders if he has fulfilled his dreams; she hopes he has. She hopes he has everything his heart desires because for all those she loved and lost, she prays for the broken little boy she remembers and the strong, whole man she knows he’s grown to be.
“I helped him overcome his fear of water,” she reminisces, languorously running her finger tips as she kneels on the edge of the pool, seeing both her and David’s distorted reflection as her fingers create small waves. “I pretended I was drowning for him to save me…” Her smile only grows fonder with each image that passes through her mind’s eye. “He did, just like a knight-in-shining armor.”
Molly turns to him, expecting flares of jealousy in those blue eyes but David only twinkles in amusement lunges towards the young woman, sending both of them crashing into the water with a large splash.
James is being chased by Mohinder one evening after a dinner with her dads and David. James, once again, has stripped down to only his diaper as the geneticist takes after him. It doesn’t help that Sylar, now Gabriel, aids his grandson with all intents and purposes making the man even more flustered, while Matt laughs loudly, his whole body shaking, encouraging the little boy as well. Molly offers to help but Gabriel’s look silences her; they were his grandparents, they had an obligation to let them run wild and free. Molly assumes that this is why James is so besotted with those three men. He never hears the word ‘no’ when he’s with them. Well, mostly, anyway. Mohinder’s exasperation is short lived, however, when James yells ‘tatta’ and wraps his arms around his legs, allowing himself to be picked up by the Indian. Molly marvels how a simple word can make a man of science, knowledge, and facts melt but she only remembers how she calls him ‘dad’ and figures it’s the same thing.
Molly cuddles against David in front of a roaring fire when they are home and James is fast asleep, as is Phoebe and Jonah, sharing a cup of cocoa when David asks Molly about James’ biological father. “He isn’t anyone of importance,” Molly replies firmly. She doesn’t want to tell him of his boyish smile, flirtatious green eyes, and how he filled her head with empty promises to the little girl who so badly desired love and affection. How he preyed on a seventeen year old who was wise beyond her years yet so desperate for his attention she went against her better judgment and lost her virginity in his truck. She doesn’t want to talk about how the words ‘damaged goods’ burns in her memory when she told him the consequences of their three minute lust session in that truck, and the one in his room afterwards all because he whispered I love you and she, all too blinded by superficial feelings, believed him. She doesn’t want to tell David the times she remembers crying into Phoebe’s arm from all the cruel looks, the stinging words and the judgment from her peers at school and having to tell those she cares about how stupid she really was.
Most of all, she doesn’t want David to think ill of her; because there is still a part of Molly that thinks ill of herself. Not because of James-the best thing she has ever done-but because she allowed herself to be hurt by the type of thing her dads have warned her about since entering Junior High.
Baileigh is stroking Molly’s long, blond locks as they sun bathe outside. The kids are playing and while some adults join them-David has become their human jungle gym with all the humility in the world as Sylar, ever the instigator, fuels their hyperness with promises of sweets. Molly glares at her father half-heartedly as he gives Kaito and James their third Twix in a row. He tells Mohinder, who has a disapproving look on his face, that it’s better they eat too much chocolate than insects. Again.
Baileigh asks what she sees in David and for once, Molly is at a loss. He isn’t perfect, their age gap is at least twelve or ten years, and he isn’t conventionally handsome by any means. “He isn’t perfect,” Molly replies after a moment. “But, he’s perfect at the same time because of it. I love him.” Baileigh reminds Molly of the promises a little girl made of never falling in love, marrying or having children. Ironically, she two, only out of order; “I guess I was proven wrong after all.”
She smiles when David sheepishly waves at her, Kaito hugging around his neck extra tightly.
Being wrong is wonderful.
Muse: Molly Walker. (Older)
Fandom: Heroes, AU.
Word Count: 1, 118 words.
Note: All characters used and mentioned belong to their respective owner.
There’s still a ghost of a little girl that believes that this sort of love just doesn’t exist; sure, she has witnessed those around her prove her wrong and yet, the little girl only sighs and gives a shrug-perhaps love like this is real, it’s merely intangible to her ready, longing fingers that secretly, desperately, wish to embrace it for herself, too. She remembers how her birth parents argued more than they actually spoke, usually concerning her, and how the little could presuppose every love mirrors the one she has grown up knowing for the first seven years of life. When those two people, those two mirrors of the innocence that was shattered when they left this earth, were stripped away something inside her went into hibernation for most of her life.
David asks about her parents while spooning her from behind one night as James softly snores against her chest. “I don’t really remember them that well,” she says and he doesn’t say anything else. He merely places a kiss against her temple and holds her close to his chest. “They loved me…my mom and dad, even if they argued about me, they loved me-I know. They gave their life for mine.” Molly looks at the features of a sleeping, content little boy and she’s confident she’d do the same thing for her son.
One day he asks about her first love. She responds with Harry Potter and he rolls his eyes.
Images of a broken boy with sandy blond locks and the bluest eyes comes to her mind when she is reminded of something of him-a scent, a sound, a word-and a soft, sad smile graces her lips. Two lost, broken children finding each other on a peculiar happenstance; first love, first kiss, and one of the many reasons why a broken little girl and a broken little boy slowly became mended within each other. Life separated the two, as life often does, and Molly briefly wonders if he has fulfilled his dreams; she hopes he has. She hopes he has everything his heart desires because for all those she loved and lost, she prays for the broken little boy she remembers and the strong, whole man she knows he’s grown to be.
“I helped him overcome his fear of water,” she reminisces, languorously running her finger tips as she kneels on the edge of the pool, seeing both her and David’s distorted reflection as her fingers create small waves. “I pretended I was drowning for him to save me…” Her smile only grows fonder with each image that passes through her mind’s eye. “He did, just like a knight-in-shining armor.”
Molly turns to him, expecting flares of jealousy in those blue eyes but David only twinkles in amusement lunges towards the young woman, sending both of them crashing into the water with a large splash.
James is being chased by Mohinder one evening after a dinner with her dads and David. James, once again, has stripped down to only his diaper as the geneticist takes after him. It doesn’t help that Sylar, now Gabriel, aids his grandson with all intents and purposes making the man even more flustered, while Matt laughs loudly, his whole body shaking, encouraging the little boy as well. Molly offers to help but Gabriel’s look silences her; they were his grandparents, they had an obligation to let them run wild and free. Molly assumes that this is why James is so besotted with those three men. He never hears the word ‘no’ when he’s with them. Well, mostly, anyway. Mohinder’s exasperation is short lived, however, when James yells ‘tatta’ and wraps his arms around his legs, allowing himself to be picked up by the Indian. Molly marvels how a simple word can make a man of science, knowledge, and facts melt but she only remembers how she calls him ‘dad’ and figures it’s the same thing.
Molly cuddles against David in front of a roaring fire when they are home and James is fast asleep, as is Phoebe and Jonah, sharing a cup of cocoa when David asks Molly about James’ biological father. “He isn’t anyone of importance,” Molly replies firmly. She doesn’t want to tell him of his boyish smile, flirtatious green eyes, and how he filled her head with empty promises to the little girl who so badly desired love and affection. How he preyed on a seventeen year old who was wise beyond her years yet so desperate for his attention she went against her better judgment and lost her virginity in his truck. She doesn’t want to talk about how the words ‘damaged goods’ burns in her memory when she told him the consequences of their three minute lust session in that truck, and the one in his room afterwards all because he whispered I love you and she, all too blinded by superficial feelings, believed him. She doesn’t want to tell David the times she remembers crying into Phoebe’s arm from all the cruel looks, the stinging words and the judgment from her peers at school and having to tell those she cares about how stupid she really was.
Most of all, she doesn’t want David to think ill of her; because there is still a part of Molly that thinks ill of herself. Not because of James-the best thing she has ever done-but because she allowed herself to be hurt by the type of thing her dads have warned her about since entering Junior High.
Baileigh is stroking Molly’s long, blond locks as they sun bathe outside. The kids are playing and while some adults join them-David has become their human jungle gym with all the humility in the world as Sylar, ever the instigator, fuels their hyperness with promises of sweets. Molly glares at her father half-heartedly as he gives Kaito and James their third Twix in a row. He tells Mohinder, who has a disapproving look on his face, that it’s better they eat too much chocolate than insects. Again.
Baileigh asks what she sees in David and for once, Molly is at a loss. He isn’t perfect, their age gap is at least twelve or ten years, and he isn’t conventionally handsome by any means. “He isn’t perfect,” Molly replies after a moment. “But, he’s perfect at the same time because of it. I love him.” Baileigh reminds Molly of the promises a little girl made of never falling in love, marrying or having children. Ironically, she two, only out of order; “I guess I was proven wrong after all.”
She smiles when David sheepishly waves at her, Kaito hugging around his neck extra tightly.
Being wrong is wonderful.
Muse: Molly Walker. (Older)
Fandom: Heroes, AU.
Word Count: 1, 118 words.
Note: All characters used and mentioned belong to their respective owner.