'Unwritten Chapters' for a jerk (Chapter One)
Title: Unwritten Chapters
Rating: PG-13 (to be on the safe side)
Fandoms: Heroes / Sandman
Pairing/Characters: Peter/Mohinder, Dream, Daniel, Eve, Matthew, Lucien, Sylar, Death, Delirium, Destiny, Despair, Desire. So far...
Warnings: Spoilers for all of Season 1 of Heroes. Spoilers for all of Sandman. M/M slash.
Summary: Set mainly seven months after 'How To Stop And Exploding Man'. Mohinder and Peter find themselves in the Dreaming after a failed visit to find more heroes leaves them with a young Daniel in tow.
Authors Note: I really didn't intend for it to be this long, but this fic apparently wants to become an epic tale.. I'm barely halfway through and will continue to post as it written. Was written for the
heroesficathon but the person who I was supposed to be writing this for left the community and unfriended it so now I'm pissed.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
It had been six months since that fateful day in November. Peter was still distant from most people, even though he had finally opened up to Mohinder. The geneticist had given him something to do, to take his mind off of the guilt over losing control the way he had, nearly killing off the entire population of New York, along with nearly killing his brother. Molly had been the one to track Nathan and Peter down using her ability to find people. Mohinder had become the guardian of the little girl, a strange sort of protectiveness as if she was his own daughter. Two days after the bright explosion over New York, she had come to Mohinder, early in the morning and stated that Peter and Nathan were in New Jersey. At first it had seemed so absurd, but after a few phone calls, one to Mr. Bennet, though the man still rubbed Mohinder the wrong way he certainly was useful, had seen to the retrieval of Peter and a nearly dead Nathan from one of the shore towns in Southern New Jersey.
Nathan had been lucky he wasn’t dead. Pure instinct upon Peter’s behalf had saved him; Peter hadn’t burned hot with radiation, just the explosive fire. That and the factor that Peter had pushed his brother away at the last moment before the explosion, kept him away from the huge blast. The fall however, that’s what had hurt Nathan the most, unlike Peter who could easily get up and walk away from such things. Falling onto water from three miles up in the troposphere is just as bad as falling onto concrete. Instinct on Nathan’s part had slowed his decent, but didn’t keep him from total harm but at least there was enough of him to patch back together, broken bones mostly. But he was doing well, every so often he would joke with Peter that it should have been him to meet with Linderman, at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with the painful recovery process that his mending bones were putting him through. Peter always laughed though Mohinder had seen him later, away from Nathan, where his brother couldn’t see the tears and the guilt written all over his face.
Mohinder still wasn’t sure how it had happened, perhaps he didn’t want to dwell on it, but he was now the one to pick up the shattered pieces of Peter, not Nathan, late at night when the nightmares kept him awake, when the guilt he felt over his brother was the worst. Peter had said once to Mohinder how he couldn’t understand how Nathan was able to live with the guilt after the accident that left his sister-in-law wheelchair bound. How could Nathan appear to be so strong while still running for election, hiding it all inside for so long? And here he was, being torn up inside, so weak where his brother was the rock. It was on the nights that Peter was at his worst; those were the nights where Mohinder stayed with him. At first he had gone to Peter as a friend, to comfort him. Five months passed. And then there was that night.
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It had been five months since that fateful day in November.
“Peter?” Mohinder peeked into the small bedroom that Peter had claimed for his own in the apartment Mohinder had acquired just after that fateful day in November, once he had realized that the single bedroom apartment he had owned before would just not work with him and Molly. Mohinder had originally intended to use the smallest bedroom as an office, but when Peter had asked to stay, he couldn’t say no. So the desk returned to the living room and Peter moved in.
“Peter? Are you in here?” Mohinder asked again as he strained to see in the dark room. A shuffling noise came from the bed.
“I’m here.” The reply was soft, the voice cracking slightly. Mohinder moved to sit on the edge of the bed and he felt Peter shift over to accommodate him.
“Molly asleep already?” Peter asked as he shifted the light from the hallway illuminating his face only slightly, half in shadow. Mohinder nodded. “I’m sorry, I must be keeping you from your work and with you trying to take care of Molly too and this must be the only time you get anything done.” Peter stammered, his one hand fidgeting with an edge of blanket, worrying the fabric thin, all of his words running into one.
“Peter, it’s alright. I’m just worried about you. You haven’t had a good night sleep in ages. I’ve already told you time and time again, you shouldn’t worry so much about Nathan, he’s fine. He’s doing so much better now.” Peter only gave him a baleful look.
“It’s just so hard. I nearly killed him Mohinder, how can I just get up and walk away from that? How can I act like it never happened? What’s worse, I could have killed everyone in New York… I could have killed you too.” Peter was nearly weeping as he finished speaking, a warble in his voice touching a chord inside Mohinder who wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulder, shifting on the bed so it wasn’t an awkward position.
“And yet you didn’t. You didn’t kill your brother, you didn’t kill me, and you didn’t destroy New York. You learned to control it finally, didn’t you? I won’t happen again and no one can fault you for what happened six months ago. Least of all myself.” Peter looked up at Mohinder, a smile flickering at the edge of his lips, lips that were suddenly pressed to Mohinder’s. There was the moment of shock from the Indian man, a pause too long for Peter who started to pull away.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Peter started to get up, hand running through his hair, a nervous gesture before Mohinder grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into an embrace.
The kiss was soft, searching, almost as if each man was asking ‘is this ok?’ before replying that it was more than fine. Hands explored, found their way into each others hair, tangled there, moving on, mapping, memorizing.
They spent that night in Peter’s bed, wrapped up in each other, neither speaking, just curled against each other, Peter finally sleeping an entire night without nightmares, and Mohinder sleeping later than Peter who was already making breakfast by the time he woke up.
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It had been seven months after that fateful day in November. Mohinder had a new list, more people to find, more people to study. Molly had been sent to stay with Niki, D.L. and their son, Micah, though Molly had lamented that she wanted to stay to help. Peter had stayed with him, finally out of the long depression, had finally begun to open up to others aside from Mohinder, seeming to blossom along with the flowering plants around them in the Carolina Mountains. The two of them had started the trip a few days ago, going to each person individually after Mohinder had long ago given up on the rejection on phone calls. Peter had welcomed the trip, as had Mohinder, eager to rid himself of memories of another failed journey.
“Think you can handle this?” Mohinder asked Peter, sitting next to him in the front passenger seat. The both of them were mildly concerned that whatever powers Peter might inadvertently absorb might overwhelm him, which was one of the reasons Mohinder had tried to narrow down the list of those with abilities that didn’t seem so dangerous, but it was still playing with fire, at least that’s what Mohinder thought. Peter looked over at the geneticist with a small smile, a ghost of what would have been there a year ago.
“Yeah, I’m ready” Mohinder nodded and they both got out of the rented car, Mohinder approaching the door first to knock but was surprised to find a small boy, about four or five years old, waiting for them on the steps.
“Um, hello, are your parents at home?” Mohinder asked as the child looked up at him, fingers in his mouth as his large eyes moved between Mohinder and Peter. He shook his head, and pointed back into the house. Peter went to investigate, returning seconds later.
“Sylar.” Statement of fact, something so unbelievable, Mohinder left the boy with Peter for a moment as he went to look. A young woman, top of her head removed, was lying in the middle of the living room floor. There were pictures around the room of the boy outside, ones of the woman, and a few of her with a man, though they were older than the rest, none of them showed the man currently. Mohinder stepped back outside to the small front porch to where Peter was.
“How could he survive? We saw him die! Hiro stabbed him with a sword straight through, how could anyone survive that?” Peter exclaimed after Mohinder was off the phone and the police were on the way. Peter was seated on the steps, the boy happily curled up in his lap.
“You forget that I’ve watched you die twice already.” Mohinder reminded him. “The question is why did he kill the mother and leave the boy? They were both on the list.” Peter shook his head.
“I’m not sure. It’s odd though, he doesn’t seem scared in the least, no signs of shock either. It’s as if he wasn’t even here when it happened.” Peter said as he smoothed the boy’s blonde hair back away from his face. Mohinder sighed as he sat down on the steps next to Peter and the boy, the Indian man rummaging in his pocket for his cell phone. The world around them seemed to shimmer suddenly, the steps beneath them dissolving away into a pile of rocks, the house faded away and ever element around them changed. Mohinder jumped up as the boy scrambled from Peter’s lap, running quickly to an approaching figure.
“What the hell just happened?” Peter exclaimed, standing up and looking around at the landscape. It wasn’t bizarre or anything, it just seemed to have a distinctly surreal quality to it, making it all seem like a dream. The figure was close enough now to be identified as a woman, who picked up the boy as she approached the two confused men.
“Who are you? Where are we?” Mohinder began but the woman raise her hand, forestalling further questions.
“My name is Eve and you are in the Dreaming. I would like to thank you for bringing us Daniel; it seems that he is not safe outside of this realm for the moment. Come now, Morpheus is expecting us.” The woman said before turning back in the direction she came from, leaving a very confused Peter and Mohinder to stand and stare after her.
“Well don’t just stand there gaping at the woman, the Boss is waiting!” Mohinder’s look of shock was evident when the crow flying overhead spoke, but after a moment he shrugged.
“I’m not certain if I will ever get used to all of this.” Mohinder said to Peter who nodded as the both of them started to follow Eve.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
Rating: PG-13 (to be on the safe side)
Fandoms: Heroes / Sandman
Pairing/Characters: Peter/Mohinder, Dream, Daniel, Eve, Matthew, Lucien, Sylar, Death, Delirium, Destiny, Despair, Desire. So far...
Warnings: Spoilers for all of Season 1 of Heroes. Spoilers for all of Sandman. M/M slash.
Summary: Set mainly seven months after 'How To Stop And Exploding Man'. Mohinder and Peter find themselves in the Dreaming after a failed visit to find more heroes leaves them with a young Daniel in tow.
Authors Note: I really didn't intend for it to be this long, but this fic apparently wants to become an epic tale.. I'm barely halfway through and will continue to post as it written. Was written for the
heroesficathon but the person who I was supposed to be writing this for left the community and unfriended it so now I'm pissed.
Chapter One | Chapter Two
It had been six months since that fateful day in November. Peter was still distant from most people, even though he had finally opened up to Mohinder. The geneticist had given him something to do, to take his mind off of the guilt over losing control the way he had, nearly killing off the entire population of New York, along with nearly killing his brother. Molly had been the one to track Nathan and Peter down using her ability to find people. Mohinder had become the guardian of the little girl, a strange sort of protectiveness as if she was his own daughter. Two days after the bright explosion over New York, she had come to Mohinder, early in the morning and stated that Peter and Nathan were in New Jersey. At first it had seemed so absurd, but after a few phone calls, one to Mr. Bennet, though the man still rubbed Mohinder the wrong way he certainly was useful, had seen to the retrieval of Peter and a nearly dead Nathan from one of the shore towns in Southern New Jersey.
Nathan had been lucky he wasn’t dead. Pure instinct upon Peter’s behalf had saved him; Peter hadn’t burned hot with radiation, just the explosive fire. That and the factor that Peter had pushed his brother away at the last moment before the explosion, kept him away from the huge blast. The fall however, that’s what had hurt Nathan the most, unlike Peter who could easily get up and walk away from such things. Falling onto water from three miles up in the troposphere is just as bad as falling onto concrete. Instinct on Nathan’s part had slowed his decent, but didn’t keep him from total harm but at least there was enough of him to patch back together, broken bones mostly. But he was doing well, every so often he would joke with Peter that it should have been him to meet with Linderman, at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with the painful recovery process that his mending bones were putting him through. Peter always laughed though Mohinder had seen him later, away from Nathan, where his brother couldn’t see the tears and the guilt written all over his face.
Mohinder still wasn’t sure how it had happened, perhaps he didn’t want to dwell on it, but he was now the one to pick up the shattered pieces of Peter, not Nathan, late at night when the nightmares kept him awake, when the guilt he felt over his brother was the worst. Peter had said once to Mohinder how he couldn’t understand how Nathan was able to live with the guilt after the accident that left his sister-in-law wheelchair bound. How could Nathan appear to be so strong while still running for election, hiding it all inside for so long? And here he was, being torn up inside, so weak where his brother was the rock. It was on the nights that Peter was at his worst; those were the nights where Mohinder stayed with him. At first he had gone to Peter as a friend, to comfort him. Five months passed. And then there was that night.
--
It had been five months since that fateful day in November.
“Peter?” Mohinder peeked into the small bedroom that Peter had claimed for his own in the apartment Mohinder had acquired just after that fateful day in November, once he had realized that the single bedroom apartment he had owned before would just not work with him and Molly. Mohinder had originally intended to use the smallest bedroom as an office, but when Peter had asked to stay, he couldn’t say no. So the desk returned to the living room and Peter moved in.
“Peter? Are you in here?” Mohinder asked again as he strained to see in the dark room. A shuffling noise came from the bed.
“I’m here.” The reply was soft, the voice cracking slightly. Mohinder moved to sit on the edge of the bed and he felt Peter shift over to accommodate him.
“Molly asleep already?” Peter asked as he shifted the light from the hallway illuminating his face only slightly, half in shadow. Mohinder nodded. “I’m sorry, I must be keeping you from your work and with you trying to take care of Molly too and this must be the only time you get anything done.” Peter stammered, his one hand fidgeting with an edge of blanket, worrying the fabric thin, all of his words running into one.
“Peter, it’s alright. I’m just worried about you. You haven’t had a good night sleep in ages. I’ve already told you time and time again, you shouldn’t worry so much about Nathan, he’s fine. He’s doing so much better now.” Peter only gave him a baleful look.
“It’s just so hard. I nearly killed him Mohinder, how can I just get up and walk away from that? How can I act like it never happened? What’s worse, I could have killed everyone in New York… I could have killed you too.” Peter was nearly weeping as he finished speaking, a warble in his voice touching a chord inside Mohinder who wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulder, shifting on the bed so it wasn’t an awkward position.
“And yet you didn’t. You didn’t kill your brother, you didn’t kill me, and you didn’t destroy New York. You learned to control it finally, didn’t you? I won’t happen again and no one can fault you for what happened six months ago. Least of all myself.” Peter looked up at Mohinder, a smile flickering at the edge of his lips, lips that were suddenly pressed to Mohinder’s. There was the moment of shock from the Indian man, a pause too long for Peter who started to pull away.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Peter started to get up, hand running through his hair, a nervous gesture before Mohinder grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into an embrace.
The kiss was soft, searching, almost as if each man was asking ‘is this ok?’ before replying that it was more than fine. Hands explored, found their way into each others hair, tangled there, moving on, mapping, memorizing.
They spent that night in Peter’s bed, wrapped up in each other, neither speaking, just curled against each other, Peter finally sleeping an entire night without nightmares, and Mohinder sleeping later than Peter who was already making breakfast by the time he woke up.
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It had been seven months after that fateful day in November. Mohinder had a new list, more people to find, more people to study. Molly had been sent to stay with Niki, D.L. and their son, Micah, though Molly had lamented that she wanted to stay to help. Peter had stayed with him, finally out of the long depression, had finally begun to open up to others aside from Mohinder, seeming to blossom along with the flowering plants around them in the Carolina Mountains. The two of them had started the trip a few days ago, going to each person individually after Mohinder had long ago given up on the rejection on phone calls. Peter had welcomed the trip, as had Mohinder, eager to rid himself of memories of another failed journey.
“Think you can handle this?” Mohinder asked Peter, sitting next to him in the front passenger seat. The both of them were mildly concerned that whatever powers Peter might inadvertently absorb might overwhelm him, which was one of the reasons Mohinder had tried to narrow down the list of those with abilities that didn’t seem so dangerous, but it was still playing with fire, at least that’s what Mohinder thought. Peter looked over at the geneticist with a small smile, a ghost of what would have been there a year ago.
“Yeah, I’m ready” Mohinder nodded and they both got out of the rented car, Mohinder approaching the door first to knock but was surprised to find a small boy, about four or five years old, waiting for them on the steps.
“Um, hello, are your parents at home?” Mohinder asked as the child looked up at him, fingers in his mouth as his large eyes moved between Mohinder and Peter. He shook his head, and pointed back into the house. Peter went to investigate, returning seconds later.
“Sylar.” Statement of fact, something so unbelievable, Mohinder left the boy with Peter for a moment as he went to look. A young woman, top of her head removed, was lying in the middle of the living room floor. There were pictures around the room of the boy outside, ones of the woman, and a few of her with a man, though they were older than the rest, none of them showed the man currently. Mohinder stepped back outside to the small front porch to where Peter was.
“How could he survive? We saw him die! Hiro stabbed him with a sword straight through, how could anyone survive that?” Peter exclaimed after Mohinder was off the phone and the police were on the way. Peter was seated on the steps, the boy happily curled up in his lap.
“You forget that I’ve watched you die twice already.” Mohinder reminded him. “The question is why did he kill the mother and leave the boy? They were both on the list.” Peter shook his head.
“I’m not sure. It’s odd though, he doesn’t seem scared in the least, no signs of shock either. It’s as if he wasn’t even here when it happened.” Peter said as he smoothed the boy’s blonde hair back away from his face. Mohinder sighed as he sat down on the steps next to Peter and the boy, the Indian man rummaging in his pocket for his cell phone. The world around them seemed to shimmer suddenly, the steps beneath them dissolving away into a pile of rocks, the house faded away and ever element around them changed. Mohinder jumped up as the boy scrambled from Peter’s lap, running quickly to an approaching figure.
“What the hell just happened?” Peter exclaimed, standing up and looking around at the landscape. It wasn’t bizarre or anything, it just seemed to have a distinctly surreal quality to it, making it all seem like a dream. The figure was close enough now to be identified as a woman, who picked up the boy as she approached the two confused men.
“Who are you? Where are we?” Mohinder began but the woman raise her hand, forestalling further questions.
“My name is Eve and you are in the Dreaming. I would like to thank you for bringing us Daniel; it seems that he is not safe outside of this realm for the moment. Come now, Morpheus is expecting us.” The woman said before turning back in the direction she came from, leaving a very confused Peter and Mohinder to stand and stare after her.
“Well don’t just stand there gaping at the woman, the Boss is waiting!” Mohinder’s look of shock was evident when the crow flying overhead spoke, but after a moment he shrugged.
“I’m not certain if I will ever get used to all of this.” Mohinder said to Peter who nodded as the both of them started to follow Eve.
Chapter One | Chapter Two