Fic: The Road of Destiny (1/?)
Title: The Road of Destiny (1/?)
Author: crystal_mk
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: The fic on the whole is NC-17 but this part is PG-13 for bad language
Summary: Destiny writes the road but do we get to decide whether or not we follow?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Hmm, what to make for dinner
I stood in front of the freezer mulling over it’s contents and the possible options they presented for dinner.
“We could just order a pizza and be done with it,” Matthew’s voice came from behind me, startling me and causing me to jump a bit.
“How many times must I tell you Matthew, pizza is not a healthy diet for anyone, especially growing children such as you and Molly.”
“That almost hurt Suresh. Would have if I didn’t know you were joking. If you actually thought of me as a child you definitely wouldn’t have let me do the things I did to you last Saturday,” Matthew said smugly.
I turned away from the freezer, shutting the door, and turned to look at him. He was still dressed in his slacks from work but his suit jacket was gone his tie was half-undone, hanging loose around his neck. Even after being together for so long, my heart still sped up at the mere sight of him. He never failed to take my breath away. For a split second I contemplated the merits of a Matthew Parkman diet, at least for tonight.
“Now that’s an idea Doctor Suresh,” Matthew said, grinning at me rakishly as he trapped me between the refrigerator and his solid chest.
He cupped my cheek, brushing the skin softly until his hand traveled to the back of my neck and brought me closer, mingling our soft breaths.
“Guys, seriously, you need to cut that out. It was cute for a while but now it’s just gross,” Molly interrupted us from the doorway, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly.
We laughed as we broke apart. Just ten years old and she was already embarrassed by her dads. She wasn’t even a teenager yet; shouldn’t she still be hanging onto our hands and begging us to swing her. She was still too young for the biting sarcasm that showed her increasing maturity and her bond with Matthew.
I sometimes wondered if we really were traumatizing her but those thoughts always ended with Matthew calling me “pretty stupid for being a genius” and laughing at me before proceeding to ravish me. As much as I enjoyed the ravishment, I do have an ego and it does not take kindly to being laughed at. I tried to keep these thoughts to a minimum as a result.
“I was just trying to help Mohinder decide what to make for dinner today,” Matt said innocently, bottom lip puffed out in an exaggerated pout.
“Can we have Chinese today?” Molly asked brightly, forgetting her prior annoyance with us and our “P.D.A.”.
I opened my mouth to refuse but a rather rude elbow to my side sent the air whooshing out of my lungs and I barely heard Matthew agree to order the food over the sound. Molly grinned and skipped back to her room to continue doing whatever little girls her age did when she shut the door to avoid the prying eyes of her overprotective dads.
“What was that for?” I managed to gasp, still clutching my abused ribs.
“Sorry,” Matthew said and gave me a sheepish smile, pulling me into his embrace while running a soothing hand up and down my back, “I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. Way I figure, we order food and don’t dirty dishes, the more time we have to ourselves. Molly will be in bed by nine and we won’t have any chores to keep us from enjoying a little bit of quality time. It’s been way too long since we’ve had quality time.”
“Mmm,” I purred, wrapping my arms around his neck and fitting myself to the length of his body, “When you put it like that…”
His lips were millimeters from mine and slowly coming closer, “I do put it like that.”
The sound of knuckles rapping on wood had us jumping apart and ready to fight. Matthew and I shared a look before I cautiously went to the door, looking into the peephole to see who was at our door.
Noah Bennet. The last person I ever expected to see.
Bennet and our family haven’t been on the best of terms for the past two years. I believe it may have something to do with the fact that I shot him and killed him briefly. And he was most likely still angry that I used his daughter’s blood for the cure for the Shanti virus which in turn cured Sylar. Not intentionally of course but I suppose he had to blame someone. We haven’t exactly been friendly, even though be both traveled the same halls of work every day, so it was more than a bit surprising that he would be knocking on our door. I shot a questioning gaze at Matthew, asking what he thought, but he just shrugged.
Do what you want
I glared at him, rolling my eyes, and opened the door the little crack the chain would allow.
“What do you want?” I asked harshly.
“We need to talk,” Bennet responded calmly.
Considering the fact that Matt picked up on his plan to kill me one day while I worked in my lab last week, I was a bit leery of opening the door. I regarded him doubtfully, trying to decide whether or not this was just part of his plan to kill me.
“Don’t worry Suresh; I’m not here to kill you.”
“That’s not terribly reassuring,” I grumbled as I undid the chain to allow him in
He walked in with the same imposing authority that made him one of The Company’s best operatives. Matthew insisted that his “scary aura” comes from the horn-rimmed glasses he wore. I’m inclined to agree.
I was grateful to see Matthew watching him with suspicious mistrust. It was comforting to know that he didn’t trust Bennet either and was ready to fight if it came down to it. It made me feel safe to know that he was ready to defend me if necessary. Matthew always managed to make me feel safe and protected just by being there. It didn’t matter what the threat, as long as he was by my side I felt safe. He didn’t need a gun to make me believe him when he said that he would never allow anyone to hurt me or Molly.
I moved to stand beside Matthew, throwing a prayer to whoever in the heavens was listening that Molly stayed in her room, and turned to face him together. Bennet’s eyes narrowed, regarding us intently. He didn’t know of our relationship, Matthew and I both agreed that it was best for everyone if our intimate relationship was kept a secret as possible. I took a step to the side so we weren’t so close.
“What do you want?” I repeated.
“Sylar is alive.”
“Really?” Matthew said sarcastically (it’s obvious where Molly gets it), “Thanks for telling us. We’ll make sure to lock the doors from now on.”
“Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Bennet snapped, his cool composure slipping for just a single moment, “This isn’t easy for me but I’m sure you already know that. I need Mohinder’s help to kill Sylar once and for all.”
“No,” Matthew said.
Bennet focused his attention to me, “You’re the only one he ever let get close enough to hurt him. You have some strange bond with him. He feels connected to you so he’ll let you get close enough again. You’re the only one who can do this Mohinder.”
“I think you’re forgetting the fact that I’ve tried to kill him on several occasions just as he’s tried to kill me. He nearly succeeded a few of those times as well.”
“You and I both know that’s not true. Sure you’ve tried to kill him, but he’s never actually attempted to kill you. Hurt you definitely, but never kill you.”
“Even if that were true, how would I kill him? He was stabbed with a sword for Pete’s sake and that didn’t seem to faze him.”
“I have a…”
“Enough!” Matthew bellowed, slamming his fist on the counter for added measure, “Mohinder is not getting involved in any more of your crack-inspired schemes. You want to get yourself killed trying to take Sylar then by all fucking means you go ahead but don’t you dare get Mohinder involved.”
“He’s already involved,” Bennet tried to explain.
“No, he isn’t and I won’t let you get him involved. Now get the hell out of my house,” Matthew said forcibly, pointing to the door.
“Parkman, you need to consider…”
“I don’t need to consider fuck but my family, my daughter who would be devastated if anything happened to him. Now if you don’t leave I’ll shoot you in the face, and this time there won’t be any coming back.”
Bennet shot Mohinder one last glance before opening the door, shutting it quietly behind him. I wanted to say something, anything, but Matthew turned away, rubbing a hand over his eyes. I could see the tension in his shoulders and back.
“Everything’s okay Molly,” Matthew said suddenly.
I turned to see Molly standing in the hallway, looking impossibly small and helpless and frightened with tears ready to spill on her pale cheeks. Her bottom lip trembled and I was struck by how very young she really was. Biting sarcasm or not, she was still just a child. A child who had been through so much in her very short life.
“It’s alright darling,” I crooned softly, turning to her with a reassuring smile, “You don’t have to be afraid. We’re not going anywhere.”
She barreled across the living room to throw herself in my arms, wet cheeks pressed to my neck as she sobbed softly.
“Don’t leave us again Mohinder, please don’t leave us,” she pleaded into my shoulder.
“I won’t, I promise,” I whispered into her hair.
Matthew’s eyes bore accusingly into mine, previous playful desire now replaced with a seething anger; no doubt remembering the last time I made that promise.
And broke it.
Not this time