drabbles! claire&thehaitian, lyle&mohinder
So I decided to give the Almost Totally Random Pairing Generator a try before my appointment today. Hope you guys enjoy these. :)
SPOILERS FOR 2x09.
He comes to you the day after it happens; and you want to say you’re surprised to see him, but you’re really not. He’s as stoic as ever, standing with arms folded against your doorframe. The sound of your mother’s sobs and your brother’s cursing flitters into your room until he abruptly moves forward and closes the door behind him.
You blink and when you glance up again, he’s at the edge of your bed, staring down at you in his own intense way. He tells you his sorry and you want to say something but nothing comes out, so you simply nod.
He moves away, turning to leave, and then you’re on your knees and pushing upwards, grasping his hand with aching need. His eyes are back on your own, and then your mouth opens and you whisper, “please, just stay. just for a while.” and it’s enough. He sits beside you, wraps you in his warm embrace, and for a while, you forget.
SPOILERS FOR 2x09.
It’s far too simple - but then, from the notes your father left behind, the professor never was one with much sense. You go under the guise of someone looking for help, for a cure (as if you want to be cured - you’ve never felt stronger than you do now, but that’s a given) and he’s only too willing to help. He’s eager and earnest, and for a while you start to wonder how such a naively innocent man could have killed your father.
Then you remember the agony on your sister’s face when she told you what happened, and you brush away any doubts.
The charade lasts weeks, and you slowly find him warming up to you. Despite your strength, he clearly views you as a helpless child, and that thought makes your blood burn redhot (but you were always the overlooked one, how else could you have slipped such an ability under your parents nose?). Your smiles are always bright when he walks into the room, your manner always exceedingly polite. He never suspects a thing.
You take pleasure at the look of utter shock when you snap his neck. That’ll teach the smug son of a bitch to mess with a Bennet.
SPOILERS FOR 2x09.
He comes to you the day after it happens; and you want to say you’re surprised to see him, but you’re really not. He’s as stoic as ever, standing with arms folded against your doorframe. The sound of your mother’s sobs and your brother’s cursing flitters into your room until he abruptly moves forward and closes the door behind him.
You blink and when you glance up again, he’s at the edge of your bed, staring down at you in his own intense way. He tells you his sorry and you want to say something but nothing comes out, so you simply nod.
He moves away, turning to leave, and then you’re on your knees and pushing upwards, grasping his hand with aching need. His eyes are back on your own, and then your mouth opens and you whisper, “please, just stay. just for a while.” and it’s enough. He sits beside you, wraps you in his warm embrace, and for a while, you forget.
SPOILERS FOR 2x09.
It’s far too simple - but then, from the notes your father left behind, the professor never was one with much sense. You go under the guise of someone looking for help, for a cure (as if you want to be cured - you’ve never felt stronger than you do now, but that’s a given) and he’s only too willing to help. He’s eager and earnest, and for a while you start to wonder how such a naively innocent man could have killed your father.
Then you remember the agony on your sister’s face when she told you what happened, and you brush away any doubts.
The charade lasts weeks, and you slowly find him warming up to you. Despite your strength, he clearly views you as a helpless child, and that thought makes your blood burn redhot (but you were always the overlooked one, how else could you have slipped such an ability under your parents nose?). Your smiles are always bright when he walks into the room, your manner always exceedingly polite. He never suspects a thing.
You take pleasure at the look of utter shock when you snap his neck. That’ll teach the smug son of a bitch to mess with a Bennet.