[Heroes] fic; spoilers for "How to Stop an Exploding Man"
Title: Three Men and a Little Lady
Series: Heroes
Summary: An hour before the bomb is set to explode, Parkman, Mohinder and Bennett have their own personal crisis.
Dedicated: To chash. For braving phones to call me and ramble for forty minutes about the ending, even though phones are terrifying for her ♥. She is truly my hero am I overusing the tagline? I am, aren’t I...
Parkman deduced he had a splitting headache.
Mohinder Suresh’s swift strike with a magnum pistol handle to the base of his skull was the first suspect. And once the ringing in his ears stopped and all the shouting ceased he would do something about it, right away.
“Officer Parkman?”
Parkman groaned and looked up. He could just barely make out the familiar features of Molly Walker, the girl whose voice he heard and sought out on the first meeting with the Sylar case. The one that started him on this long and terrible journey. It was Molly all right, well, three of her if he squinted, but he was pretty sure that was the blunt force trauma.
“Molly?” Parkman asked incredulously.
“You know this man?” Mohinder snapped, still pointing the gun at Bennett. Why is it everyone knows each other here? I always feel as if I’m the last to know what’s going on even though it was my father’s work that found them! I’m the one with the list!
“I told you he was coming.” Molly protested, and Parkman found the strength to get to his feet, albeit graceless and rubbing the back of his head. But he saw her clearly now, her face and thoughts bright with hope. “He promised to keep me safe.”
“That’s right,” Parkman said with more confidence than he felt, after being knocked down for what seemed like the umpteenth time so quickly. He shot a scathing look at Bennett, whose mind was still echoing itchy trigger finger syndrome. “And nobody is going to hurt you.”
Bennett lowered his gun. “Then what do you suggest?”
Parkman blanked. He could read thoughts, but thinking them up on his own proved more difficult. “Get me some aspirin and ten minutes, I’ll get back to you on that.”
“We don’t have ten minutes to spare. My daughter is off searching for a serial killer and a ticking timebomb.”
“Sylar,” Mohinder supplied.
“The boogeyman,” Molly added, with even more authority.
Parkman winced, more from the memory of seeing the Walker parent’s bodies than his own injury. “We’re going to stop him, Molly. We just need a plan first.”
“Molly was going to help me locate Sylar when she’s ready.”
“What’s stopping her now?” Bennett demanded.
Your scaring her out of her wits with an attempt on her life for one you- “She needed more treatments before her powers could fully reappear. I daresay you haven’t helped, barging in here...”
“Parkman, stay with the girl. Dr. Suresh and I are going to check the perimeter and plan an escape.”
He sounds like those spy movies Daddy watched, Molly’s idle thought wandered past. Oddly calm now that Mohinder and Parkman had appointed themselves as her protectors.
The two jostled uneasily to see who would go first, neither wanting to turn their back on the other and both fingering their guns out of self-preservation. Parkman listened in to see if either of them were having second thoughts, but all he could catch were small fragments of hurried panic. That blow to the head left him without much of a filter at the moment.
Molly crawled up on the bed. “Are you going to get me out of here, Officer Parkman?”
“We’re all going to keep you safe. I promise.”
“I believe you,” she said.
Parkman was shocked to hear her mind echo with the same faith as her words.
“Linderman’s goons are going to be all over us if they find Thomson’s body,” Bennett announced with a grunt from the other room. Parkman was relieved to know that Molly couldn’t hear them from her position, but he was still able to eavesdrop due to his headache-induced amplified mind reading.
Mohinder’s thoughts were an angry babble of Gujarati, but the sentiment was as clear as a one fingered salute. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you shot him.”
“It was self-defense!” And satisfying.
“And Molly Walker? What’s your excuse for nearly shooting her?!”
“She’s dangerous!”
Parkman wished his gift could work both ways, listening as well as telling. Because right now he felt an overwhelming need to kick them in their skulls an order to keep their bickering to a minimum in front of Molly, who could still hear the tone of their shouts if not the words themselves. Surprisingly, Mohinder shut the door as Parkman was mentally willing him to do so.
Bennett continued. “You’re going to need to start trusting me, Dr. Suresh.”
“Yes because that’s worked out well for me before.” With you, Eden, Thompson, then that road trip with Sylar where...
“What the hell has he been doing?!” Parkman muttered to himself.
“What, Officer Parkman?” Molly asked. She looked paler than normal.
“Nothing sweetheart, you just rest right now.”
Mohinder’s voice rose and pitched through the partition. “I’ll never let Molly be used to hurt anyone. She can do good in this world.”
“I don’t think you understand the true nature of this organization!”
“And you don’t understand how important she is to me! …It was my anti-bodies that saved her. I’m responsible for her life.”
You’d think you gave birth to her, the way you keep going on and on. Bennet’s dry sarcasm filtered through.
Parkman shook his head, ready to tell Molly that her not!Mommy and Daddy would stop fighting any second when he noticed she had fallen back on her pillow. A pale film of sweat covering her as she struggled to breathe.
He got up with a surprising speed and shoved open the door to shout at them. “Hey, there’s something wrong with Molly!”
All the tension between Bennett and Mohinder vanished as their attentions turned to Parkman. Mohinder’s cheap loafers skidded on the tile as he sprang forward to get through the door first. Bennett followed, fingering his cell phone and thinking of Claire.
“The stress is destabilizing her treatment. She needs plasma and fluids right away!” Mohinder ordered, rolling up his sleeves.
“What? You mean like milk?”
“Apple juice. There’s a fridge in the far side of the room next to the beakers. And get the blue cup, would you?” It’s her favorite...
Parkman blinked. “O...kay.”
Bennett stooped to check the IV readings, taking Molly’s hand in his with surprising gentleness considering he was about to put a bullet in her just a half hour before. Parkman thought he heard something like Care Bear rise up to the surface of his thoughts before he shuffled off. He was too tired and sore to make a sarcastic joke to himself about it, but the image of Bennett’s horn rimmed glasses glinting off a stare consoled him from the realization he was playing gopher again.
The fridge was out of plain sight, set between the desk of medical supplies and the corner. Parkman found a carton of apple juice along with cookies and crackers in individually wrapped packages. With a full juice cup and fist full of cookies, he returned triumphant.
“What are you doing?” Mohinder asked.
Parkman thrust the glass in his hands and shifted the half dozen Famos Amos packets in his arms. “Juice, like you said.” He tore into one and popped a small cookie in his mouth.
“Those are Molly’s cookies.”
“Relax, I brought enough for her too.”
Like you need more. Mohinder’s snippy retort sounded exactly like Parkman’s doctor during the police academy physical.
He bit into another Famous Amos. “I haven’t eaten since we got in New York, give me a break.” Huh, that’s the slogan for a Kit Kat bar isn’t it...
Mohinder set the glass on the side dresser, careful to avoid the unfinished picture Molly had started drawing. “As her doctor, I must make sure she has enough sugar.”
“Well, Dr. Suresh, do your job and get her treated.” Bennett directed the next part silently, Parkman, just one bag.
“What authority does a company man like you have ordering me around?”
Bennett didn’t even reach for his gun. “Because I’m a father.”
“Yes, we know that, and I’m a father to be and Dr. Suresh is as surrogate mom,” Parkman snapped irritably. He relinquished the rest of the cookies to Mohinder, who was staring at him slightly incredulous. Parkman turned to Bennett. “You know you were thinking it too.”
“...I’m going to call Claire. Make sure Molly is able to give us Sylar’s whereabouts soon or there won’t be any point in this mission if the city explodes.”
“That will make things less complicated for you, won’t it?” Mohinder snapped. “With Molly out of the way...”
“It will make things less complicated for me because I’ll be dead. But the world’s another matter,” Bennett said curtly and closed the door to make the call.
I hate it when he does that. “I hate it when he does that,” Mohinder said softly.
“We’ll get her out of here,” Parkman said, more for himself than the doctor. “Molly will guide us.”
“To Sylar.” There was venom in his voice.
“Well she did a good job of getting us here so far. You sure that’s her power?”
“What?”
“Finding people.”
“Of course it is,” Mohinder said curtly. Honestly, it feels as if all I do is explain things over and over. “All she has to do is think about them.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t seem as special as getting the three of us here and babysitting her while the city is about to blow up.”
“It’s a natural instinct for humans to want to protect their younger offspring. Even those they barely know. It’s innate in all of us.”
“Yeah, but come on...Bennett’s a hardass. And her two ‘heroes’ in the same place, tell me that doesn’t get to you right in the heart when she says that. So maybe it’s not just finding people where they are outside, but inside too.”
“...true.” Perhaps I am acting more like a mother than a doctor now. Guardian. That sounds better.
“You do know my ability is I can read minds, Dr. Suresh?”
“...” Shut up.
Parkman realized his headache had dulled considerably after that, and took Molly’s hand.
It was supposed to be funnier I swear. Also not nearly as gay at the Heroes finale itself.
Series: Heroes
Summary: An hour before the bomb is set to explode, Parkman, Mohinder and Bennett have their own personal crisis.
Dedicated: To chash. For braving phones to call me and ramble for forty minutes about the ending, even though phones are terrifying for her ♥. She is truly my hero am I overusing the tagline? I am, aren’t I...
Parkman deduced he had a splitting headache.
Mohinder Suresh’s swift strike with a magnum pistol handle to the base of his skull was the first suspect. And once the ringing in his ears stopped and all the shouting ceased he would do something about it, right away.
“Officer Parkman?”
Parkman groaned and looked up. He could just barely make out the familiar features of Molly Walker, the girl whose voice he heard and sought out on the first meeting with the Sylar case. The one that started him on this long and terrible journey. It was Molly all right, well, three of her if he squinted, but he was pretty sure that was the blunt force trauma.
“Molly?” Parkman asked incredulously.
“You know this man?” Mohinder snapped, still pointing the gun at Bennett. Why is it everyone knows each other here? I always feel as if I’m the last to know what’s going on even though it was my father’s work that found them! I’m the one with the list!
“I told you he was coming.” Molly protested, and Parkman found the strength to get to his feet, albeit graceless and rubbing the back of his head. But he saw her clearly now, her face and thoughts bright with hope. “He promised to keep me safe.”
“That’s right,” Parkman said with more confidence than he felt, after being knocked down for what seemed like the umpteenth time so quickly. He shot a scathing look at Bennett, whose mind was still echoing itchy trigger finger syndrome. “And nobody is going to hurt you.”
Bennett lowered his gun. “Then what do you suggest?”
Parkman blanked. He could read thoughts, but thinking them up on his own proved more difficult. “Get me some aspirin and ten minutes, I’ll get back to you on that.”
“We don’t have ten minutes to spare. My daughter is off searching for a serial killer and a ticking timebomb.”
“Sylar,” Mohinder supplied.
“The boogeyman,” Molly added, with even more authority.
Parkman winced, more from the memory of seeing the Walker parent’s bodies than his own injury. “We’re going to stop him, Molly. We just need a plan first.”
“Molly was going to help me locate Sylar when she’s ready.”
“What’s stopping her now?” Bennett demanded.
Your scaring her out of her wits with an attempt on her life for one you- “She needed more treatments before her powers could fully reappear. I daresay you haven’t helped, barging in here...”
“Parkman, stay with the girl. Dr. Suresh and I are going to check the perimeter and plan an escape.”
He sounds like those spy movies Daddy watched, Molly’s idle thought wandered past. Oddly calm now that Mohinder and Parkman had appointed themselves as her protectors.
The two jostled uneasily to see who would go first, neither wanting to turn their back on the other and both fingering their guns out of self-preservation. Parkman listened in to see if either of them were having second thoughts, but all he could catch were small fragments of hurried panic. That blow to the head left him without much of a filter at the moment.
Molly crawled up on the bed. “Are you going to get me out of here, Officer Parkman?”
“We’re all going to keep you safe. I promise.”
“I believe you,” she said.
Parkman was shocked to hear her mind echo with the same faith as her words.
“Linderman’s goons are going to be all over us if they find Thomson’s body,” Bennett announced with a grunt from the other room. Parkman was relieved to know that Molly couldn’t hear them from her position, but he was still able to eavesdrop due to his headache-induced amplified mind reading.
Mohinder’s thoughts were an angry babble of Gujarati, but the sentiment was as clear as a one fingered salute. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you shot him.”
“It was self-defense!” And satisfying.
“And Molly Walker? What’s your excuse for nearly shooting her?!”
“She’s dangerous!”
Parkman wished his gift could work both ways, listening as well as telling. Because right now he felt an overwhelming need to kick them in their skulls an order to keep their bickering to a minimum in front of Molly, who could still hear the tone of their shouts if not the words themselves. Surprisingly, Mohinder shut the door as Parkman was mentally willing him to do so.
Bennett continued. “You’re going to need to start trusting me, Dr. Suresh.”
“Yes because that’s worked out well for me before.” With you, Eden, Thompson, then that road trip with Sylar where...
“What the hell has he been doing?!” Parkman muttered to himself.
“What, Officer Parkman?” Molly asked. She looked paler than normal.
“Nothing sweetheart, you just rest right now.”
Mohinder’s voice rose and pitched through the partition. “I’ll never let Molly be used to hurt anyone. She can do good in this world.”
“I don’t think you understand the true nature of this organization!”
“And you don’t understand how important she is to me! …It was my anti-bodies that saved her. I’m responsible for her life.”
You’d think you gave birth to her, the way you keep going on and on. Bennet’s dry sarcasm filtered through.
Parkman shook his head, ready to tell Molly that her not!Mommy and Daddy would stop fighting any second when he noticed she had fallen back on her pillow. A pale film of sweat covering her as she struggled to breathe.
He got up with a surprising speed and shoved open the door to shout at them. “Hey, there’s something wrong with Molly!”
All the tension between Bennett and Mohinder vanished as their attentions turned to Parkman. Mohinder’s cheap loafers skidded on the tile as he sprang forward to get through the door first. Bennett followed, fingering his cell phone and thinking of Claire.
“The stress is destabilizing her treatment. She needs plasma and fluids right away!” Mohinder ordered, rolling up his sleeves.
“What? You mean like milk?”
“Apple juice. There’s a fridge in the far side of the room next to the beakers. And get the blue cup, would you?” It’s her favorite...
Parkman blinked. “O...kay.”
Bennett stooped to check the IV readings, taking Molly’s hand in his with surprising gentleness considering he was about to put a bullet in her just a half hour before. Parkman thought he heard something like Care Bear rise up to the surface of his thoughts before he shuffled off. He was too tired and sore to make a sarcastic joke to himself about it, but the image of Bennett’s horn rimmed glasses glinting off a stare consoled him from the realization he was playing gopher again.
The fridge was out of plain sight, set between the desk of medical supplies and the corner. Parkman found a carton of apple juice along with cookies and crackers in individually wrapped packages. With a full juice cup and fist full of cookies, he returned triumphant.
“What are you doing?” Mohinder asked.
Parkman thrust the glass in his hands and shifted the half dozen Famos Amos packets in his arms. “Juice, like you said.” He tore into one and popped a small cookie in his mouth.
“Those are Molly’s cookies.”
“Relax, I brought enough for her too.”
Like you need more. Mohinder’s snippy retort sounded exactly like Parkman’s doctor during the police academy physical.
He bit into another Famous Amos. “I haven’t eaten since we got in New York, give me a break.” Huh, that’s the slogan for a Kit Kat bar isn’t it...
Mohinder set the glass on the side dresser, careful to avoid the unfinished picture Molly had started drawing. “As her doctor, I must make sure she has enough sugar.”
“Well, Dr. Suresh, do your job and get her treated.” Bennett directed the next part silently, Parkman, just one bag.
“What authority does a company man like you have ordering me around?”
Bennett didn’t even reach for his gun. “Because I’m a father.”
“Yes, we know that, and I’m a father to be and Dr. Suresh is as surrogate mom,” Parkman snapped irritably. He relinquished the rest of the cookies to Mohinder, who was staring at him slightly incredulous. Parkman turned to Bennett. “You know you were thinking it too.”
“...I’m going to call Claire. Make sure Molly is able to give us Sylar’s whereabouts soon or there won’t be any point in this mission if the city explodes.”
“That will make things less complicated for you, won’t it?” Mohinder snapped. “With Molly out of the way...”
“It will make things less complicated for me because I’ll be dead. But the world’s another matter,” Bennett said curtly and closed the door to make the call.
I hate it when he does that. “I hate it when he does that,” Mohinder said softly.
“We’ll get her out of here,” Parkman said, more for himself than the doctor. “Molly will guide us.”
“To Sylar.” There was venom in his voice.
“Well she did a good job of getting us here so far. You sure that’s her power?”
“What?”
“Finding people.”
“Of course it is,” Mohinder said curtly. Honestly, it feels as if all I do is explain things over and over. “All she has to do is think about them.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t seem as special as getting the three of us here and babysitting her while the city is about to blow up.”
“It’s a natural instinct for humans to want to protect their younger offspring. Even those they barely know. It’s innate in all of us.”
“Yeah, but come on...Bennett’s a hardass. And her two ‘heroes’ in the same place, tell me that doesn’t get to you right in the heart when she says that. So maybe it’s not just finding people where they are outside, but inside too.”
“...true.” Perhaps I am acting more like a mother than a doctor now. Guardian. That sounds better.
“You do know my ability is I can read minds, Dr. Suresh?”
“...” Shut up.
Parkman realized his headache had dulled considerably after that, and took Molly’s hand.
It was supposed to be funnier I swear. Also not nearly as gay at the Heroes finale itself.