before the dawn (i'll look after you) - molly/mohinder - heroes - fanfiction
Title: before the dawn (i'll look after you)
Rating: G
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Molly in a platonic sense
Word Count: 481
Warning: implied spoilers for 1x23 "How To Stop An Exploding Man
Note: written for the second round at
pretty_stickers . Colours used: Brown, Blue, Pink.
Originally Posted: 26th May, 2007
He takes her back to his apartment after Officer Parkman is rushed off to the hospital. She clings to his side for the whole way back, and he simply holds her close to him - comforting her with his own warmth. She starts to stumble and trip over her own feet; so he lifts her into his arms and she snuggles against him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his shoulder.
Dawn is breaking as they reach his dingy apartment. The smell of blood and death lingers in the air, and she whimpers in her dizzy daze. He lies her down on the lumpy brown couch, pulling the wooly afghan down over her with a fond smile. He turns away, deciding to make some tea to soothe his jilted nerves, when he hears her whisper his name.
When he turns back to face her, her eyes are fluttering open once again, her lips turning up into a soft smile. He kneels beside her, brushing hair out of her face as she wiggled into a more upright position.
“Where are we?” she asks softly, her hand coming up to her mouth to yawn into it. He smiles wanly at his young companion, his dark hand sitting comfortably on her knee.
“We’re at my apartment. I hope you don’t mind - I only have one bedroom, but maybe tomorrow we can go look for another bed,” he drifts off, thoughts of a new family, a fresh start, vivid in his mind. She stares at him, her eyes bright with cheerfulness as she pulls the hem of the arms of her blue jacket around her hands with an odd nervousness.
“You mean, I can stay here? With you? I don’t have to go back?” she asks, her tone a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He doesn’t ask where she doesn’t want to go back to - the Company, social services, some sort of family member - it doesn’t really matter. He simply chuckles low in his throat (silently surprised that he still remembers how to do so after the events that had transpired earlier that evening) and moves to sit beside her on the couch.
“No Molly, you’re staying here with me,” he tells her assuredly, “besides, you’re still sick, and we have no idea how long it’ll take you to get better. I need to keep you safe.” Safe from her unknown illness, safe from the reach of people who could use her to their twisted advantage, safe from the boogeyman and the man who can see her - safe from the cold dark world outside his door.
She snuggles into his side once more, his arm fitting just right around her small frame. And there they stay - two lonely souls on a lumpy brown couch, watching as the pink light of a new day slowly lights up the apartment, silently content with the family they’d found.