Fic: I Dub Thee Fic Niki of the Multiple Personalities

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Title: I Dub Thee Fic Niki of the Multiple Personalities
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Future!fic
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, although I do own Cosmo!
AN: I think I fed the fic too much Pop Rocks. It was supposed to be WAFF but turned angsty on me then whooaa smut! before skipping happily back to WAFF.

At the impossibly young age of just thirteen years, Miss Molly Walker-Parkman-Suresh was convinced of the fact there was no such thing as true love. Of course, there was the love she felt for her dads and the love they felt for her and even the love she felt for the new kitten Matt had just bought her (she named him Cosmo). However, she didn’t believe in the kind of consuming, passionate, and beautiful love felt between two people who found each other wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
It’s a curious fact that such a young woman such as Molly could already be so cynical about love and life that you might wonder how it came about. Well, this story begins in a tiny apartment in New York City three years ago.
Molly was your typical ten year old girl, happily immersed in her fantasy world of unicorns and princesses and confident in her protection by her two adopted fathers, Detective Matthew Parkman and Dr. Mohinder Suresh. Typical ten year old with the exception that she could find anybody by just thinking of them, one of her adopted fathers was a telepath who had found and protected her after her biological parents were killed and was nearly killed by the same powers-stealing psychopath while her other adopted father’s blood contained the cure for a deadly virus that nearly killed her and worked for the super secret Company who held her captive for a long time.
That summer, their little make-shift family was flying high with the knowledge that the boogeyman was finally gone for good. Peter Petrelli and Hiro Nakumura killed Sylar for good one balmy Saturday afternoon in the hallways the The Company headquarters in Odessa, Texas. They were finally free to live without the fear of a killer on their trail, determined to kill them all.
The three of them spent a blissful two weeks together (it being summer so Molly didn’t have to attend school and Matt having taken a leave of absence from the NYPD) before it all came crashing down on them. They went to park and played Frisbee, ate ice cream for desert and pizza on the weekends and yummy dinners cooked by Mohinder while Matt and Molly watched and “helped”. Even Mohinder the lizard was happy…well, as happy as lizards got. All was right and perfect in their world.
Then it was all over and it was all because of one stupid phone call.
The three of them were in the kitchen, preparing dinner and laughing at Matt’s odd shaped chunks of peppers. The phone rang, disturbing the playful ribbings but a quick glance towards the phone and towards each other confirmed the idea to ignore it.
“Hello,” Mohinder’s voice came over the little box, “You have reached the Walker-Parkman-Suresh household. We are currently unavailable to take your call, or we don’t like you so we’re ignoring you,” Matt’s voice in the background followed by Molly’s high-pitched giggles, “Hush you two. Leave us your name, number, and a brief message and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible, which is probably never.” Molly giggled over Mohinder’s voice while Matt laughed in the background, “You two are simply incorrigible and you are…”
Molly and Matt were laughing and even Mohinder wore an amused smile at their message.
“Mohinder, its Bob. I’m just calling to make sure you’ll be in to work tomorrow. There’s someone we’d like for you to talk with. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The beep of the answering machine sounded deafening in the absolute silence that followed the message, beginning with the sound of Bob’s voice. To Molly, it seemed as if the world stood still, or Hiro had used his ability to freeze them in place, in that one awful moment that straddled former joy and oncoming blame and fury. Matt was looking at Mohinder, still smiling, but the grin stopped there. Mohinder was staring at Matt, stricken look in his eyes a sharp contrast to the frozen smile.
Then happy smiles were replaced with angry grimaces and accusing looks.
“You’re going back?” Matt spat out at Mohinder harshly.
“Yes,” Mohinder replied calmly, looking away from Matt’s glare.
Matt made a disgusted noise and stood up from the table, stomping to the door where he pulled on his shoes and stormed out.
“Matthew,” Mohinder called and ran panicked after him.
Molly could hear them arguing in the hall and while she couldn’t understand exactly what was being said  she had overheard enough previous arguments to get he gist of it. Matt would accuse Mohinder of turning and becoming another “Company Man”, loyal to the despicable agency that he hated so much. Mohinder would insist that he was doing good things with The Company and would Matt please keep his voice down or the neighbors will hear. Molly knew what Matt’s response to the neighbors’ overhearing them would be, but the last time she repeated it she was grounded for two weeks.
Mohinder came back in, shutting the door softly behind him. He turned to Molly, looking crushed and completely worn out, falsely bright smile fixed in place.
“It’s alright darling. Matthew just needed to take a walk to calm down. Looks like it’s up to you and me to finish dinner.”
Molly’s heart sank and she stood up,” Actually, may I please go to my room?”
She could see the hurt on Mohinder’s face but still ran back to her room when he stiffly nodded his permission. Making dinner wasn’t that fun without Matt. Besides, she was mad at Mohinder too. Why did he have to go back and work for that mean place and that awful man anyways?
Matt was home by dinner and even though they ate in a tense silence, the fact that he came home gave Molly hope that maybe things would still be okay. After dinner, she was allowed to watch some TV (Fairly Oddparents of course) and while Wanda was yelling at Cosmo she happened to glance in the kitchen. Matt had Mohinder backed against the counter and was kissing him.
“Eww, you guys,” Molly scolded playfully.
They broke apart laughing and Matt blew her a bubble kiss from the suds in the sink. He and Mohinder went back to doing the dishes, Molly watching and grinning as they splashed bubbles at each other. Everything was still okay. It had to be okay if they were shamelessly making out like teenagers instead of doing the dishes and splashing at each other with the suds, their little family had to be okay.
Mohinder did go back to work the next day and even though Matt glared and grumbled he still kissed Mohinder goodbye, handing him a thermos of tea as he left. Matt’s leave was soon over and he went back to work as well while Molly was sent to Peter and Nathan’s. It was nice there. Peter was cute, Nathan was a blast, and it was fun to play with kids her age. Sometimes, Nathan would even give her a ride on his back around the city, but that was their little secret because her dads would probably kill him if they found out.
But nothing lasts and their tenuous calm and happiness was soon disrupted. Molly eventually became aware of the changes that were happening at home. Matt worked later shifts and was home less and less for dinner while Mohinder spent more time working on his laptop at the kitchen table. There was no more joking around as they prepared dinner, no more movie night Friday and family trips to the park on Saturday, or kisses goodbye, and playful bubble fights. They fought more often than not and Molly could hear them practically every night, voices raised and angry long into the night.
It all came to a head one morning when Molly woke up and wandered to the living room to find Matt asleep on the couch. Young as she was, she knew what this meant; it was over. Matt and Mohinder were over. They had never willingly spent a night apart when they were both home. Even when Matt was mad at Mohinder for taking Molly to The Company or when Mohinder was mad at Matt for not being there when Sylar returned the first time they still shared a bed.
A couple days later when they asked her to come out to the kitchen with their ‘serious-talk’ faces on she already knew what to expect.
“Molly darling,” Mohinder began, “First we want to make sure you know that no matter what happens, Matthew and I will always love you…”
Molly’s ears seemed to shut down. She could see their lips moving but couldn’t hear the words. She didn’t want to hear the words. Besides, she didn’t need to hear what they were saying to understand what they were telling her. ‘Sometimes two people just can’t live together’ and ‘this doesn’t change how we feel about you’, blah, blah; Molly knew what was going on.
“You don’t love each other anymore,” she said in a small voice, eyes filling with tears.
“Molly baby, it’s…” Matt started, reaching out a hand to her.
“Shut up,” she cried and jumped to her feet.
“I hate both of you!” she screamed and ran down the hall to her room, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.
She could hear them arguing over how to deal with her in the hallway and she pulled the covers over her head, trying to drown it out and pretend that it really wasn’t happening. It was all a bad dream and when she woke up Matt and Mohinder would be in the kitchen, kissing over the pancakes and they would still be a happy family.
But, three days later all of Matt’s stuff was out of the apartment and into another across town. It was official; they were no longer a family.
Matt and Mohinder reached an agreement that Molly would alternate between them, two weeks at Mohinder’s then two weeks at Matt’s and so on. Molly spent Thanksgiving with Matt, Diwali with Mohinder, and they all spent Christmas and New Years with the Petrelli’s; Matt and Mohinder staying as far away from each other as possible. All the kids in her class told her how lucky she was to get two birthday parties.
Molly hated it. She hated having two bus stops and two bedrooms and two bedtimes, hated only getting one bedtime story and one kiss goodnight. She prayed every night for Matt and Mohinder to fall back in love so they could be a family again.
However, it never happened. They could barely tolerate each other enough to hand Molly off on every other Sunday. Instead of falling back in love, they seemed to hate each other more and more everyday. So Molly really didn’t have a choice. If two people who were so perfect for each other and destined to be together couldn’t love each other than love must not exist.
Which brings us to the current situation. 
Molly was your typical teenage girl…woman. Busy with school and sleepovers, with the exception that she could find people with her mind, her one father could read thoughts while her other father was the only cure for a deadly virus. And she didn’t believe in love. For her English project, she was assigned to write an essay on “love” in Greek mythology and how it relates to current times. She was quite proud of her essay. Unfortunately, her teacher wasn’t much of a fan. Now she was sitting in a chair outside the principal’s office, anxiously waiting while her dads talked to Mr. Baldunucci.
Stupid essay, stupid teacher - Molly thought resentfully, kicking at the air viciously. 
“Thank you for coming Mr. Parkman, Dr. Suresh,” Mr. Baldunucci said, shaking her dads’ hands as they walked out the door, “I hope this won’t affect our future dealings.”
“Of course not,” Mohinder said smoothly, elbowing Matt for glaring.
“Come along darling,” Mohinder said, taking Molly’s hand while Matt grabbed her bookbag.
Molly couldn’t read Mohinder. He looked calm but he always looked calm. Matt was tense but he didn’t seem angry. Rather, he seemed apprehensive and was wearing his I-really-don’t-want-to-do-this face.
They went to Mohinder’s apartment; it was his week to have her and it was closer. In three years, the apartment hadn’t changed a bit and having Matt standing in the kitchen gave Molly a sense of déjà-vu. If she squinted and tilted her head this way, it was almost as if no time had passed and they were still the family that gathered in the kitchen to make dinner together.
Then Mohinder yelled at Matt, “Take of your shoes Matthew. What do you think this is, a barn?”
Matt shot him a baleful glare but took his shoes off at the door. Molly sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, Matt and Mohinder taking the two opposite to her.
“Molly we’d like to talk to you about your essay,” Mohinder began slowly.
“Great,” Molly snapped, “The first time you two get together in three years and it’s to yell at me.”
“Don’t talk to your father like that,” Matt snapped back.
“It’s alright Matthew,” Mohinder said, putting a soothing hand on his knee, “She has every right to be upset. Emotions are natural and she is allowed to feel however she chooses to.”
“Molly baby,” Matt said more calmly, “We’re not here to yell at you. We just want to talk to you, we want you to talk to us. Why did you write in your essay that love isn’t real?”
“Because it isn’t,” she answered simply, shrugging her shoulders.
“Molly, why would you say that?” Mohinder asked.
“You said it yourself Mohinder, a culture’s myths are just reflections of what really exists within the culture. You also said that while myths may change across generations, the basic ideas never change. If you look at Greek mythology, real love between lovers doesn’t exist. They lied and cheated and manipulated to get what they wanted. Love was just a mask for their true feelings. Love doesn’t lie or cheat or manipulate. It was never about love and always about greed or jealousy or pride or spite or lust…”
“Molly,” Matt exclaimed, tips of his ears blushing red, “Where did you hear that.”
“I read a lot. And it’s true. Just look at it. Zeus cheated on his wife Hera with a pretty human woman and Hera got jealous and ordered that their son be killed. Aphrodite cheated on her husband Hephaestus with anything that had a pulse, and probably some that didn’t. He only married her because he wanted to brag about getting a hottie like Aphrodite, not because he actually loved her. Hades stole Persephone from her mom because she was so beautiful and Demeter wouldn’t let anyone have her. He didn’t care that Demeter was so heartbroken the Earth began to die. And when Zeus ordered him to give her back he tricked her so that she would have to come back down for a couple months a year out of spite. If myths reflect what is true then love doesn’t exist because everyone is just out to get what’s best for them. If love really existed no one would lie or cheat or manipulate. If love really existed then no one would leave! No one would leave and you would still be together!”
By this time she had jumped to her feet and was screaming at a stunned Matt and Mohinder, “If love really existed, Matt would never have left and Mohinder would never have let him leave and we would still be a family!”
She shoved the chair out of the way and ran back to her room, slamming the door.
“Oh,” Mohinder said dumbly, blinking owlishly at Matt.
Matt stared back for a second before jumping up and running after her. He could hear her sobbing through the door.
“Molly,” he said, knocking on her door.
“Go away!” she yelled.
“Molly baby, please talk to me,” he pleaded through the wood.
“Leave me alone!”
He sighed and leaned his head against the cool surface. He could make her open the door but would rather cut off his own foot then hurt her like that again. So, he slowly made his way back to the kitchen where Mohinder still sat frozen in the chair.
“She blames me,” he whispered.
“No,” Matt said fiercely, kneeling in front of him to take his hands in his, “She doesn’t blame you and she doesn’t blame me. She’s just angry and lashing out. She’ll get over it and when she’s older she’ll realize that everything that happened was not anybody’s fault.”
“But what about now?”
Matt didn’t have an answer so he just stood up and paced the floor.
“I’m going to make some tea. You want some tea? I’ll make you some tea,” he said suddenly.
Without waiting for a response, Matt bustled around the kitchen, filling the kettle and sitting it on the stove, grabbing the tea and sugar from the cupboard. It was so natural.
It’s almost as if he never left
“Don’t,” Matt said harshly, “Don’t do that Mohinder. Not now. We agreed.”
“Agreed to what?” Mohinder snapped and jumped to his feet, suddenly very angry, “Agreed to just pretend that we never happened, that we never meant anything. Agreed to destroy the only stability Molly found after her parents were killed.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining three years ago,” Matt said loudly, his own fury rising.
Before Mohinder could respond there was a knock at the door. Matt answered it, wrenching it open so hard it was surprising the whole thing didn’t come off the hinges.
“Hey there Parkman,” Nathan said, holding his hands up in surrender, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Stuff happens,” he responded.
“Oookay…well I’m just here to pick Molly up. She and Simon have a tutoring session.”
“I’m ready,” Molly said, interrupting them and shoving her way past Matt to grab Nathan’s hand and drag him down the hall.
“We’ll be back before eight,” he called.
Matt shut the door and turned back to Mohinder with a confused look.
“I forgot,” Mohinder explained.
“You forgot?” Matt asked incredulously, “That’s not like you.”
“And just what the hell does that mean?” Mohinder snapped.
Just like that, they were back in their battle stances, shields and sharp tongues at the ready to tear into each other. The hostility was palpable, a murky haze that colored the room shades of anger and blame.
“It doesn’t mean anything Mohinder. You’re always doing that, reading more where there isn’t.”
“Me,” Mohinder nearly squeaked, “I’m not the one who read ‘my work is important’ as ‘my work is more important to me than you’.”
“I don’t need to read more into anything. I hear it all. I hear thoughts Mohinder!” Matt yelled, tapping a finger to his temple.
“Well stop.”
“I can’t, not when you’re screaming in my head!”
“Oh for the love of…I didn’t mean it Matthew! I was angry and hurt and just lashing out to hurt you too. You’re can’t be serious that you left because of one stray thought in the heat of the moment.”
“It wasn’t just one thought Mohinder, it was all of them. Do you honestly think I couldn’t hear them, couldn’t hear how you still blamed me for putting Molly in danger with my father or not being here when Sylar returned or even when I forgot the damn garbage that one time! I couldn’t do anything right. It was never enough for you. Nothing I ever did was good enough and never enough to make you happy. Now it’s my fault that our daughter doesn’t believe in love because I left!”
“You did leave!”
“You see!” Matt roared, “You blame me for everything!”
“All those times I was just angry and didn’t mean any of it. You’re not stupid Matthew Parkman so stop acting like it. Just admit the real reason you left. You’re always such a coward, afraid to face the truth.”
“And just what truth would that be Mohinder? Please, enlighten me,” Matt bit out sarcastically.
“You never wanted us to work out. You were always looking for something to start a fight about, a reason to back out.”
“How could I find a reason to start a fight when you wouldn’t let me get close enough?! You hid everything from me. My god, I had to find out what Sylar did to you by accidentally getting caught in one of your nightmares! We were together for over a year then and you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me about it. We were supposed to be in it together but it was always me putting myself out there!”
“You left!” Mohinder screamed, wanting to throw something or hit something…or hit Matt.
“Do you think I wanted to leave?! I loved you! I had to leave or it would have killed me. I couldn’t live like that anymore. I couldn’t live your “morally grey” life filled with lies and half-truths and secrets. I already tried that once and it didn’t work out. God Mohinder, I loved you so much I would have happily died for you but I couldn’t do that. You couldn’t either. You may have cared about me at some point but let’s face it, it was never enough.”
Matt was almost in tears now but Mohinder either didn’t notice of didn’t care. He forged on heedlessly.
“Never enough! Never cared about you enough! I loved you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before in my life Matthew. Everything I’ve done was for you, because of you. You’re my life and all I wanted was to protect you.”
“Protect me from what?” Matt shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, “Protect me from your precious Company? The Company you care so much about you’re willing to sacrifice the life we built together and let me walk out the door?! The same Company that kidnapped me twice and held our daughter captive so they could use her like a toy?! All l you had to do was say yes Mohinder. All you had to do was say, that you’ll leave The Company. But you just couldn’t. You made your decision and now you have to live with it so don’t you dare blame me for leaving!”
They were inches apart, chests heaving in shallow breaths and eyes flashing as two pulses beat a dual frantic rhythm. Neither of them seemed to notice, much less care that the conversation was no longer about Molly. Their relationship had survived so much in two years but in the end it couldn’t survive Matt’s ultimatum: him or The Company. Mohinder chose The Company.
“Yes Matthew, to protect you! It’s only a matter of time before they decide that you or Molly is more important then me. At least while I’m there I can keep them away from you for as long as possible and when it’s time for them to come after you I can stop them. They can’t take us by surprise if I know what they’re planning! I need to be there to protect you, so that when it’s time to run we’ll know before they come knocking at our door. I would sacrifice a part of my soul in a heartbeat if it meant protecting you. If it meant we didn’t have to live our lives constantly looking over our shoulders until the day we forget to look and they take you away from me! I would rather let you walk out the door and out of my life, rather live the rest of my life alone and miserable and missing you but knowing that wherever you were, you were safe!”
Matt had stilled and was staring at Mohinder, a look of stunned disbelief on his face. The furious storm had left his eyes to be replaced with something more tender but also more primal.
Mohinder continued, oblivious to the change, “Do you think I wanted to let you leave?! It broke my heart to let you walk out the door. God Matthew, you have no idea how hard it was. I can barely cook in this kitchen without being reminded you and happy you made me. I almost sold our bed because it was too painful to look at and know that you’ll never lie there again. I couldn’t because the mattress and pillows and the bedspread I didn’t wash for six months after you left still smelled of you. I could lie in that bed and wrap myself up in your scent and pretend for just a little bit that you hadn’t left and were still here and holding me, mpfhh…”
Suddenly Matt silenced Mohinder’s tirade to grab his face and pull him in for a fierce kiss, lips claiming lips in a possessive caress, tongue asserting it’s dominance in Mohinder’s mouth.
“Matthew,” Mohinder moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Matt to draw him closer.
Matt walked them backward into the living room, lips never leaving Mohinder’s, and slid his hand up Mohinder’s shirt. They bumped into a stand and something crashed to the ground (probably the cheap vase Mrs. Zimny had given for his birthday) but Mohinder couldn’t have cared less.  Matt’s hands had just found his nipples and his fingers were teasing the sensitized flesh with little tweaks, rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs over them. He moaned and wrapped a leg around Matt’s waist to grind their hips together.
Matt groaned and lifted him off his foot to slam him in the wall behind them. Two pictures clattered to the floor, one of them smashing.
“That’s going to need cleaned up,” he said breathlessly as he watched Matt pull his shirt off.
“Shut up Mohinder,” Matt growled, tugging Mohinder’s shirt off and tossing it across the room.
He ducked his head to pull a brown nipple in his mouth. Mohinder moaned, fingers tangling in Matt’s short hair to hold him in place.
“Bedroom,” he gasped as Matt’s hand snuck between them to work at the fastenings of his trousers.
“God yes,” Matt groaned.
He walked them backwards down the hall again, kissing Mohinder and tugging his pants down. Mohinder kicked his trousers off, taking his socks with them. He pushed Matt into the wall next to their bedroom door, fingers fumbling to undo his jeans. He trailed hot, little kisses across Matt’s chest, yanking his jeans and boxers down. Matt stepped out of them, toeing his socks off so that he stood completely nude in front of Mohinder. Mohinder pulled back to push him through the door.
Matt’s feet got caught on a pants leg and he tumbled down, taking Mohinder with him. They fell to the floor with a dull thump and Mohinder immediately raised himself on his knees to gaze down at him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, panicked and running his hands down Matt’s side to check for injuries.
Matt responded by wrapping his fingers in Mohinder’s hair and pulling him down for another toe-curling kiss. Mohinder stood up slowly, drawing Matt to his knees.
“I missed you,” he murmured hesitantly.
“I missed you too.”
Mohinder broke the kiss to stand up straight but nearly fell to his knees again when Matt tugged his boxers down, engulfing his cock nearly to the hilt in the warmth and wetness of his mouth. He sucked hard, hallowing his cheeks, as he bobbed up and down Mohinder’s length. Mohinder felt his knees buckling as Matt traced a hand up his thigh to cup his balls.
“What are we doing?” he asked breathlessly.
Matt gave him one last swirl with his tongue before lifting himself off the floor. He gripped Mohinder’s waist and pulled him in for a soft, sweet kiss.
“Shut up Mohinder,” he said, suddenly grasping Mohinder’s erection and giving it a little tug.
Mohinder growled into his mouth, turning the kiss wild with tongue and teeth. He pushed Matt back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and this time they tumbled onto something a little softer.
“On your knees,” he commanded Matt.
He stood up and watched as Matt pulled himself up to his knees, resting one hand on the headboard while the other slowly stroked himself. He pulled the little bottle out of the nightstand and climbed back on the bed to kneel behind Matt. He felt the all the nerve endings in his body catch fire at the moan Matt let loose at the sound of the bottle opening.
“How old is that?” Matt panted.
“Shut up Matthew,” Mohinder said, pushing one slicked finger inside Matt.
Matt groaned, pushing back on Mohinder’s hand as he added another finger and hooked them up, stretching and readying him.
“Now,” he begged Mohinder.
Mohinder pulled his fingers out and used the rest of the liquid to coat his cock, positioning himself at Matt’s entrance and locking his legs outside Matt’s. He gripped Matt’s hips and slowly pushed inside. He heard Matt groan and felt his breath hitch in his throat as he pushed past the last resistance to settle deeply inside Matt.
“What are you waiting…?” Matt ground out between clenched teeth.
Mohinder interrupted him by pulling back and thrusting back in. The creaking of the bed and the thump of the headboard against the wall joined the cacophony of Matt’s and Mohinder’s moans and grunts as Mohinder pounded into Matt again and again. Mohinder’s fingers were holding onto Matt’s hips so tightly he was leaving bruises and Matt had let go of himself to grasp the headboard with both hands.
“I never wanted you to leave,” Mohinder gasped.
“I never wanted to leave.”
Mohinder fell across Matt’s back, pressing openmouthed kisses on his shoulders and neck, never losing the force or pace of his thrusts. He wrapped his arms around the great trunk of Matt’s torso, reaching one hand down to jerk at Matt’s cock in the same rhythm. 
Mohinder’s thrusts became more frantic, more forceful, as he felt his release getting closer. He stroked Matt’s erection harder. Matt angled his head back to kiss Mohinder, moaning into his mouth.
“I never stopped loving you Mohinder,” he rasped, bending head forward to muffle his shout into his chest as he came, hot and sticky all over Mohinder’s hand.
“I love you Matthew,” Mohinder said between kisses to his back.
He thrust one, twice, more and then clenched his eyes shut as he convulsed inside Matt, lights exploding in the darkness behind his eyelids and shouting to Matt, “Don’t leave me!”
When Mohinder finished and collapsed on his back, Matt flipped them over so that he cradled Mohinder in his arms, stoking his back and hair and murmuring, “I won’t, I promise. Never, never…”
Matt was the first to regain his strength, slipping out from under Mohinder, laughing as he flopped bonelessly on the bed; spread eagle and uncaring.
“You always were useless after sex,” he joked as he cleaned them off with a towel he found in the linen closet.
He dodged Mohinder’s half-hearted attempts to slap him, quickly kissing the tip of his nose to see his face wrinkle in that adorable way he loved so much.
“What now?” Mohinder asked apprehensively as he settled across Matt’s chest, reveling in the strength and warmth of the arms around him and the body under him.
“Now we be grateful that I’m not a pack-rat like you and really haven’t accumulated that much stuff. That would make moving back in a little difficult?”
There was a certainty in his words that made Mohinder giddy with joy and hope but also a questioning hesitation that reminded him that Matt was just as vulnerable as he was.
“What about my job?” he asked, afraid of the answer but needing to know all the same.
“I can live with it if you promise not to cut me out anymore. You can’t hide stuff from me and you need to talk to me Mohinder. We’re sharing a life, a whole life, not just a part of one.”
Mohinder smiled sleepily and snuggled closer to Matt, “Well, in the sake of sharing I should probably share with you the fact that Bennet and I have reached an agreement on how best to take The Company down, and this time it’s going to work.”
“I’m helping,” Matt challenged.
Mohinder tamped down his first instinct to insist that Matt couldn’t be a part of it and instead nodded and agreed, “Alright.”
“So, how do we explain this to Molly?”

The next, Molly trudged up the steps to the apartment she shared with Mohinder after Peter had dropped her off from her tutoring session with Simon. It was off Matt’s apartment on Sunday and she still had to gather the things she wanted to bring with her. She wasn’t looking forward to coming home. Even though Mohinder hadn’t brought up what happened the other day, she knew it wasn’t over yet.
She opened the door to the apartment and dropped her backpack in surprise. There were boxes cluttering the living room and some in the kitchen. Something simmered in a pot on the stove and a cutting board was on the kitchen with odd-shaped chunks of peppers.
“Mohinder,” she called, shutting the door.
Suddenly, a ball of grey and white coming running at her and she dropped to her knees to scoop the kitten up.
“Cosmo? What are you doing here?” she asked, highly confused at the moment.
“Molly baby, you’re home,” Matt said, appearing from the living room.
“What are you doing here?” Molly asked, putting Cosmo back on the floor.
“Molly, don’t talk to your father like that,” Mohinder scolded, coming up to stand beside Matt.
“What…” she began but froze.
Mohinder’s hair was a mess and his shirt was untucked. Matt’s shirt was buttoned wrong and he was missing a sock.
“Were you two making out?” she squeaked.
Matt blushed a deep red while Mohinder just tilted his nose up a bit, pride written across his face.
“What’s all this?” she demanded, indicating to the pile of boxes.
“That’s most of the stuff from my apartment. I donated the rest. Don’t worry, I made sure to pack all your stuff,” Matt explained.
“But why?”
Matt smiled and took her hand, leading her to the couch. He sat her down and then sat on the coffee table to face her.
“In all your research, did you happen come across the story of Eros and Psyche?” he waited for Molly to shake her head before continuing, “Psyche was a beautiful maiden that even outshone the goddess Aphrodite. In anger Aphrodite asked her son, Eros, to punish her.  Instead he fell in love with her. For a while they’re happy together but Psyche soon got impatient. You see, she had never seen Eros’ face so she didn’t even know what he looked like. Eros wanted her to be happy without knowing everything about him.”
“He was afraid of what she would think about him if she knew the truth. He was afraid she would reject him,” Mohinder interrupted, coming to sit next to Matt, sharing a soft smile between them.
“Well, a lot happens to separate them and they break up. However, they both eventually realize that no matter what, they love each other and want to be together. Eros turns her into an immortal so they could spend the rest of eternity together.”
“You see Molly, even though there are stories of jealousy and anger and spite and l-lust, there are also stories of true love. Even though it might seem like love doesn’t exist because it’s often hard to find those stories, it really does,” Mohinder took over.
“And when you find it, and you will find it, it will be the most wonderful, beautiful experience. There might be some pain and grief but in the end it will all be worth it because you’ll find the most amazing happiness with that person. Love does exist Molly and there is nothing in the world like it.”
Molly sniffled, trying not to cry, “Does this mean we’re a family again?”
“Oh baby,” Matt murmured, pulling her into his arms and on his lap, “We never stopped being a family.”
She felt Mohinder wrap his arms around both of them as Matt rocked her back and forth. She never felt happier or safer than she did then, surrounded by the love Matt and Mohinder felt for her and the love they felt for each other.
“I do believe our dinner is burned,” Mohinder said, pulling back and sniffing the air.
Molly giggled, wiping a hand across her eyes, “What do we do now?”
“Well technically, it is Friday,” Matt said.
“Pizza it is,” Mohinder proclaimed, getting up to get the phone.
And there you have it, at the impossibly young age of just thirteen, Miss Molly Walker-Parkman-Suresh knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that true love not only existed, but that it lived right here in this tiny New York City apartment she shared with the two greatest adopted dads in the world. While Molly may not be your typical young woman in that she was a human GPS and one of her dads had all the qualifications for Jedi master and her other dad was an incubator for mankind’s salvation from a deadly virus and they were both trying to take down the dark and evil Company, she was definitely the happiest.