The Art of Thinking Quietly
Title: The Art of Thinking Quietly (1/4)
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Matt (eventually)
Rating: PG
Spoiler alert: Spoilers for 1st Season, particularly the last episode. Eventual spoilers for 2.01
Summary: After the events from last season, Mohinder finds himself taking care of Matt Parkman.
(Authors Note: So this has been in my head since I finished the series, and I'm finally getting it out now. Its my first venture into Heroes fic, so be kind. :) There will be at least another 2 parts, maybe a third. And I SWEAR I wrote this like a week ago. I wanted to post it before the season premiere, so my illusions didn't get shattered, but who knew!! But manymany thanks to my lovely beta, yaiyah! But anyway, on with it!)
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The whole situation was utterly ridiculous when Mohinder looked back at it. He wasn’t even completely certain how he had gotten to this point. He was sure whose fault this all was, and that fell upon the small shoulders of Molly Walker. She was the one who put him on the worst guilt trip of his life that ultimately ended with him taking care of her other hero, a man he hardly knew, Matt Parkman.
It had all started on that night at Kirby Plaza, as he and Molly tried to escape Sylar. A night he remembered too vividly. He trusted the other family they had met on the way out, Niki, D.L. and Micah, all extremely gifted, trying to escape as well. Mohinder knew that even though Niki had only just met Molly, she’d protect the girl with her life.
As soon as they got outside, he heard Matt Parkman moan in pain not too far away. He couldn’t leave Parkman alone, not when there was blood beginning to pool around him, and he knew Molly would be safe with Niki, so he rushed over to him. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a real doctor, nor did he have any sort of powers to make any sort of difference, but he couldn’t just leave the man to die alone. Somehow he had been shot at least four times and was barely conscious. He immediately put pressure on of the bullet wounds, hoping to staunch the bleeding, if only a little. He looked over the other man and it seemed Matt was overwhelmed by pain. “Officer Parkman? I need to you concentrate on my voice,” Mohinder said as loud as he dared.
Matt shuddered, his eyes remaining unfocused. “Everything is too loud,” he managed to get out, despite his labored breath. It took a moment for Mohinder to realize he was reading everyone’s thoughts around them. “Sylar… he’s so angry…” He couldn’t begin to imagine how awful this must be for Matt, hearing Sylar’s thoughts, of all people. “Almost worst than getting shot…” He would’ve laughed at the ill-timed joke, but he had a feeling that Matt was actually quite serious.
“Officer Parkman, you need to stay with me. Focus.” Matt nodded vaguely, but it was obvious that he was still unable to block the outside noise. Mohinder was at a loss for a moment. He had no idea how to even begin to help. He barely understood how Matt’s telepathy worked, let alone tell him how to block out thoughts while he was bleeding to death. He had a theory that would hopefully work well enough until a real doctor arrived. “Matt, listen to me. Just concentrate on my thoughts and nothing else. Can you do that for me?” Mohinder did his best to clear his mind of any fear for Matt’s health, and simply thought of Molly. He thought Matt would like that Molly was safe and probably made a new friend.
Matt looked at Mohinder, smiling slightly. His theory seemed to have worked well enough, as some of the pain etched into Matt’s face had faded. “You think quietly,” he murmured, making eye contact briefly. There was something behind his eyes, something Mohinder couldn’t quite place, but something that made his breath catch in his throat. “Thank you.” Moments later, Matt slipped into unconsciousness, looking fairly peaceful for a man who’s been shot four times and nearly had his mind metaphorically ripped in half by a crazy man trying to blow up the city.
He kept pressure on Matt’s chest and looked around to see Peter Petrelli, who somehow miraculously had risen from the dead, begin to glow. Mohinder realized he had been so focused on Matt’s safety he had no idea what was going on around him. Peter was struggling with himself, Sylar seemed to be dead, but Mohinder knew not to make any sort of assumptions when it came to him. There was also a blonde girl, crying, who seemed too young to have to point a gun at anyone, much less Peter. Then, Nathan Petrelli flew from out of nowhere, and stood between the girl and Peter. The scientist in his brain was making note of all these abilities, marveling at them all, but it was silenced as Nathan wrapped his arms around Peter and flew into the night.
After what seemed like a lifetime later, a bright horrible blast lit the sky, and Mohinder felt tears spring to his eyes. He looked down at Matt, and wished for a moment he was awake to see this, to see that he had helped save the world. And even though he knew Matt wouldn’t be able to hear his thoughts, only one thought ran through his mind, loud and clear. Survive. Survive so you can see the world you helped save…
x-posted to rare_heroes
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Matt (eventually)
Rating: PG
Spoiler alert: Spoilers for 1st Season, particularly the last episode. Eventual spoilers for 2.01
Summary: After the events from last season, Mohinder finds himself taking care of Matt Parkman.
(Authors Note: So this has been in my head since I finished the series, and I'm finally getting it out now. Its my first venture into Heroes fic, so be kind. :) There will be at least another 2 parts, maybe a third. And I SWEAR I wrote this like a week ago. I wanted to post it before the season premiere, so my illusions didn't get shattered, but who knew!! But manymany thanks to my lovely beta, yaiyah! But anyway, on with it!)
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The whole situation was utterly ridiculous when Mohinder looked back at it. He wasn’t even completely certain how he had gotten to this point. He was sure whose fault this all was, and that fell upon the small shoulders of Molly Walker. She was the one who put him on the worst guilt trip of his life that ultimately ended with him taking care of her other hero, a man he hardly knew, Matt Parkman.
It had all started on that night at Kirby Plaza, as he and Molly tried to escape Sylar. A night he remembered too vividly. He trusted the other family they had met on the way out, Niki, D.L. and Micah, all extremely gifted, trying to escape as well. Mohinder knew that even though Niki had only just met Molly, she’d protect the girl with her life.
As soon as they got outside, he heard Matt Parkman moan in pain not too far away. He couldn’t leave Parkman alone, not when there was blood beginning to pool around him, and he knew Molly would be safe with Niki, so he rushed over to him. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a real doctor, nor did he have any sort of powers to make any sort of difference, but he couldn’t just leave the man to die alone. Somehow he had been shot at least four times and was barely conscious. He immediately put pressure on of the bullet wounds, hoping to staunch the bleeding, if only a little. He looked over the other man and it seemed Matt was overwhelmed by pain. “Officer Parkman? I need to you concentrate on my voice,” Mohinder said as loud as he dared.
Matt shuddered, his eyes remaining unfocused. “Everything is too loud,” he managed to get out, despite his labored breath. It took a moment for Mohinder to realize he was reading everyone’s thoughts around them. “Sylar… he’s so angry…” He couldn’t begin to imagine how awful this must be for Matt, hearing Sylar’s thoughts, of all people. “Almost worst than getting shot…” He would’ve laughed at the ill-timed joke, but he had a feeling that Matt was actually quite serious.
“Officer Parkman, you need to stay with me. Focus.” Matt nodded vaguely, but it was obvious that he was still unable to block the outside noise. Mohinder was at a loss for a moment. He had no idea how to even begin to help. He barely understood how Matt’s telepathy worked, let alone tell him how to block out thoughts while he was bleeding to death. He had a theory that would hopefully work well enough until a real doctor arrived. “Matt, listen to me. Just concentrate on my thoughts and nothing else. Can you do that for me?” Mohinder did his best to clear his mind of any fear for Matt’s health, and simply thought of Molly. He thought Matt would like that Molly was safe and probably made a new friend.
Matt looked at Mohinder, smiling slightly. His theory seemed to have worked well enough, as some of the pain etched into Matt’s face had faded. “You think quietly,” he murmured, making eye contact briefly. There was something behind his eyes, something Mohinder couldn’t quite place, but something that made his breath catch in his throat. “Thank you.” Moments later, Matt slipped into unconsciousness, looking fairly peaceful for a man who’s been shot four times and nearly had his mind metaphorically ripped in half by a crazy man trying to blow up the city.
He kept pressure on Matt’s chest and looked around to see Peter Petrelli, who somehow miraculously had risen from the dead, begin to glow. Mohinder realized he had been so focused on Matt’s safety he had no idea what was going on around him. Peter was struggling with himself, Sylar seemed to be dead, but Mohinder knew not to make any sort of assumptions when it came to him. There was also a blonde girl, crying, who seemed too young to have to point a gun at anyone, much less Peter. Then, Nathan Petrelli flew from out of nowhere, and stood between the girl and Peter. The scientist in his brain was making note of all these abilities, marveling at them all, but it was silenced as Nathan wrapped his arms around Peter and flew into the night.
After what seemed like a lifetime later, a bright horrible blast lit the sky, and Mohinder felt tears spring to his eyes. He looked down at Matt, and wished for a moment he was awake to see this, to see that he had helped save the world. And even though he knew Matt wouldn’t be able to hear his thoughts, only one thought ran through his mind, loud and clear. Survive. Survive so you can see the world you helped save…
x-posted to rare_heroes