Three Eleven Nine Five ( Mylar) 1/1
Title: Three Eleven Nine Five
Rating: Pretty Tame
Pairing: Implied Mohinder/Sylar
Warning: Uh, it might be crack!fic.
Disclaimer: Fairly certain original creators didn't have this in mind. So not mine, but that's not stopping the AMPTP so why should it stop me?
A/N: I'm not sure exactly what crack!fic is but, this probably qualifies. It did come as an offshoot of a serious crossover fic idea I might pursue if I have time. My first Mylar. and first crackfic. It's pretty short.
Feedback: Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Mohinder Suresh looked around the room of supportive faces and felt his stomach clench painfully. Swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak and found that words were not there. He wanted nothing more than to sit down and his knees were already more than halfway bent in that direction. He knew this was an important and necessary first step. He understood that you were only as sick as your secrets, but -
As he wavered, a warm hand slipped into his and squeezed supportively. Mohinder squeezed back, straightened his knees and opened his mouth again.
"Hi , my name is Mohinder."
"Hello, Mohinder," came the encouraging responses. Emboldened, he continued.
"My name is Mohinder and I am in love with the man who killed my father. His verfiable body count to date is 8. It has been 3 months, 11 days, 9 hours and perhaps five or so minutes since last I saw him."
"Thank you, Mohinder. Welcome."
On trembling legs, Mohinder sank into the comfort of his chair as someone began the Serenity prayer. He pressed his face into shaking hands and felt a strong arm encircle his shoulders.
FBI Agent, Fox Mulder, Mohinder's unlikely friend and support for the last 3 months, 11 days, 9 hours and 6 minutes shifted forward in his seat and tightened his embrace.
Rating: Pretty Tame
Pairing: Implied Mohinder/Sylar
Warning: Uh, it might be crack!fic.
Disclaimer: Fairly certain original creators didn't have this in mind. So not mine, but that's not stopping the AMPTP so why should it stop me?
A/N: I'm not sure exactly what crack!fic is but, this probably qualifies. It did come as an offshoot of a serious crossover fic idea I might pursue if I have time. My first Mylar. and first crackfic. It's pretty short.
Feedback: Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Mohinder Suresh looked around the room of supportive faces and felt his stomach clench painfully. Swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak and found that words were not there. He wanted nothing more than to sit down and his knees were already more than halfway bent in that direction. He knew this was an important and necessary first step. He understood that you were only as sick as your secrets, but -
As he wavered, a warm hand slipped into his and squeezed supportively. Mohinder squeezed back, straightened his knees and opened his mouth again.
"Hi , my name is Mohinder."
"Hello, Mohinder," came the encouraging responses. Emboldened, he continued.
"My name is Mohinder and I am in love with the man who killed my father. His verfiable body count to date is 8. It has been 3 months, 11 days, 9 hours and perhaps five or so minutes since last I saw him."
"Thank you, Mohinder. Welcome."
On trembling legs, Mohinder sank into the comfort of his chair as someone began the Serenity prayer. He pressed his face into shaking hands and felt a strong arm encircle his shoulders.
FBI Agent, Fox Mulder, Mohinder's unlikely friend and support for the last 3 months, 11 days, 9 hours and 6 minutes shifted forward in his seat and tightened his embrace.