Fic: Happy Birthday Mohinder
Title: Happy Birthday Mohinder
Author: crystal_mk
Rating: PGish
Summary: What to get Mohinder on his birthday
Spoilers: None really except that Matt, Mohinder, and Molly are one happy family
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don’t sue
AN: Promised to me_likee a loooong time ago because she is simply the best, most wonderful, beautiful person ever and whom I absolutely adore to no end. Finally got to finish after many a road block (stupid virus). Been a while so I hope I haven’t lost it. Hope you like it darling!
“Ma-aatt, let’s go,” Molly cajoled, tugging on Matt’s hand insistently.
“But I don’t want to go in there,” Matt whined, digging his heels in.
They were standing in front of a department store tucked into the recesses of the mall. For good reason too. Through the windows Matt could see all sorts of hideous apparel ready to assault the eyes and ruin years of fashion evolution.
“Matthew Ezra Parkman,” Molly said, stamping her foot, “If you don’t move right now I’m going to call Nana Bea and you know what will happen then.”
Matt heaved a resigned sigh and allowed Molly to pull him into the brightly lit department store. He looked over his shoulder longingly at the sports store on the other side of the mall.
“Why can’t we just get him a gift card?” Matt asked, grimacing in distaste as he fingered a pink and green polka dot patterned t-shirt.
Molly turned to him with an exasperated roll of her eyes. “No, we can’t get him a gift card. It’s Mohinder’s birthday and we need to get him a gift that shows him how much he means to us,” Molly explained, using the same tone Mohinder used that morning when he explained to Matt why Fruit Loops does not count as a serving of fruit despite the name.
“Molly my darling girl, you need to stop spending so much time with Mohinder. Besides, wouldn’t we be showing him how much we love him by letting him choose his own gift?” Matt grumbled.
Molly glared at him with narrowed eyes before shaking her head disapprovingly and walking away.
“Molly,” Matt called after her, “Don’t leave me alone in here. I’m frightened.”
He ran after her, catching up easily. He stooped low and pretended to hide behind her hair. She giggled and tried to shrug him off.
“Stop it Matt,” she laughed, slapping at him playfully.
Suddenly someone cleared their throat behind them and the jumped around in sheepish surprise. A salesman stood there, looking at them with blatant condescension.
“May I help you?” the man asked in a highly pompous voice.
Uncouth hooligans
Uncouth? Matt wasn’t even sure what that meant but he definitely recognized the tone. He drew himself up to his full height and looked down his nose at the man.
“No, du may not help us. Ve are just looking,” he replied in a very bad French accent. Molly nodded primly, turning her little nose up slightly.
The salesman sniffed lightly and walked away. Molly snorted.
“That was hilarious Matt. But you shouldn’t make him mad; what if we need his help?” she said around giggles.
“If we get lost we’ll just call Peter to come save us,” Matt replied with a grin, “On second thought, he’d probably run away screaming.”
Molly giggled. “Nah, he’d probably be too busy shopping for himself.”
Matt laughed with her before taking her hand and walking towards the rack of clothes in the back. “Come on Molly; let’s just get out of here quick. I think I’m getting hives just being here.” He accentuated his statement by scratching at his arms and looking around suspiciously, as if he expected one of the bright silk and cotton and polyester blends to attack at a moment’s notice.
They randomly chose an aisle that slightly resembled the holiday aisle at Wal-Mart at Christmas.
“What about this one?” Molly asked, holding up a hot pink t-shirt with white block lettering of the periodic table of elements.
Matt just arched an eyebrow. Looking over, he grinned, and grabbed a lime green button down and held it to his chest, striking a pose, “Whadaya think Molls, is it me or is it me?”
Molly snorted out a giggle. “You look fabulous,” she sang.
“Why thank you m’dear,” Matt replied with an exaggerated nod.
Suddenly he wrapped on of the sleeves around his neck and started to make strangling noises, “Help me Molly,” he cried. “The shirt is trying to strangle!”
In between giggles Molly grabbed at the shirt while Matt pretended to thrash around. He pulled the shirt off and threw it on top of a rack.
“Back from whence you came you foul beast,” he said, crossing his arms and standing over the shirt imposingly.
Molly was double over in laughter, “I think you need to stop watching the sci-fi channel Matt.”
Matt brushed her off with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
An hour of fruitless searching later Matt was ready to strangle himself with the sleeves of the brightly colored and crazy patterned shirts.
“This is hopeless Molly. All we are getting out of this is a headache and the wish they we had been born blind,” Matt complained.
“You complain a lot,” Molly observed, shaking her head for the millionth time.
“It’s part of the Parkman Package. For just three easy payment of nine ninety nine you get six feet and two inches of all the Matt Parkman you could ever possibly want,” Matt replied in a cheesy fake announcer’s voice.
He smiled wickedly, “And if you order now you get a lifetime supply of free tickles!”
He grabbed Molly around the waist, tickling her and making her shriek with laughter for the second time that hour.
He slapped him away good naturedly, “You are such a goof Matt.”
“But I’m a loveable goofball,” Matt countered, waggling his eyebrows comically.
“What about this?” she asked, grabbing a particularly loud paisley number and holding it up for Matt’s judgment.
He shook his head vehemently,” No way.”
“But Mohinder would love it,” Molly argued, shaking the shirt under Matt’s nose.
“But we still have to see it. If I have to see that any more than I just did I might claw my eyes out,” he said, grabbing the shirt and shoving as far into the closest rack as possible.
An insulted snort behind them caused them to whip around in surprise. The salesman quickly turned around and tried to look inconspicuous, inspecting the tags of the clothes in front of him. Matt and Molly turned to each other before turning and walking away, holding in their laughter until they were safely out of sight.
“Okay, let’s just grab a shirt and get the heck out of her before Sir Snoots-A-Lot over there kicks us out for having to much class for this joint,” Matt said.
Molly nodded and grabbed the first shirt she could find. It was blue, striped, in Mohinder’s size, and only mildly offensive to the eyes.
“It’s perfect,” Matt decided, nodding to emphasize his point.
They made their way to the checkout counter where they tried to desperately to keep from laughing while the salesman rung them up. Finally done they practically ran out of the store, swerving to avoid startled passersby.
Matt looked at Molly. Molly looked at Matt.
“Pizza Hut?” Matt asked.
“You read my mind,” Molly replied, grinning conspiratorially at hir.
That night they surprised Mohinder with cake, ice cream, and the bright blue shirt wrapped in bright green and yellow shiny wrapping paper.
“You bought me this?” Mohinder asked in disbelief as he held up the shirt.
“Don’t you like it?” Molly asked, hurt starting to pout her lips and turn her eyes glassy.
“Oh no, darling,” Mohinder said quickly, pulling her into a tight hug. “I just didn’t expect Matthew to allow such an abomination to fashion to disgrace this household,” he said, winking at Matt over Molly’s shoulder.
Matt rolled his eyes while Molly giggled, pulling out of Mohinder’s arms.
“He was such a baby at the store. And he almost got us kicked out for making fun of the salesman,” she said.
“Tattletale. And you made fun of him too,” Matt said, sticking his tongue out at her.
“Now children,” Mohinder scolded, shaking a finger at them.
“You have to model for us!” Molly said, quickly overcoming her previous hurt to excitedly clap her hands and bounce on the couch.
“Yeah you do,” Matt agreed with a nod, “Better to just get it over with. I would rather be temporarily blinded now instead of when I have to leave for work.”
Mohinder huffed and snapped the shirt at Matt before going back the hall to their room. He came out a minute later wearing the shirt.
It looked quite good on him.
Molly squealed and clapped her hands more. Mohinder smiled shyly and gave an awkward twirl at her command.
Matt let out a loud wolf whistle, waggling his eyebrows at him suggestively, “What can I say Dr. Suresh; you make it look good.”
“Why thank you Matthew,” Mohinder said, grinning at him.
Molly looked back and forth between the two of them.
“Seriously guys, can you at least wait until I leave the room?” she said with an incensed sigh. That said she got up and stomped back to her room after giving them both a hug, grumbling about parents under her breath.
“That’s some kid you got there Detective,” Mohinder smirked, stepping closer to Matt.
“She takes after her other father,” Matt said, returning his smile.
“Thank you Matthew,” Mohinder said sincerely, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Matt’s neck, “I realize how difficult it must have been shopping for me and actually buying this shirt.”
Matt wrapped his arms around Mohinder’s waist, “It was your birthday and you deserve it.” He leaned down, kissing Mohinder softly.
“Besides, that shirt’s actually not that bad. You should have seen some of the other shirts. There was this hot pink number….”
Matt trailed off, swallowing the lump in his throat at the sight of Mohinder’s eyes turning a shade darker.
“Are you seriously telling me that that shirt was my only birthday present?” Mohinder asked huskily, “Because if that is the case then I feel very let down. I distinctly remember the apron you got for your birthday.”
“Oh,” Matt said, pretending to have an epiphany, “Don’t worry that little curly head my good doctor; your birthday hasn’t even started yet.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Mohinder mumbled against Matt’s lips.
“Let’s start with that shirt.”