In the Line of Duty
Title: In the Line of Duty
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Peter/Mohinder
Rating: Hard R sliding into NC-17
Wordcount: 1,661
Spoilers: Vague S3 spoilers, sort of an AU. Mohinder’s a Company medical doctor, Peter is a Company nurse, and Matt’s just a “normal” cop.
Warnings: Mental manipulation
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: When Matt breaks his leg, he has two dedicated people looking after him, whether he likes it or not.
“The cop won’t stay put,” Peter complained as he walked into Dr. Suresh’s office. Mohinder pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and sighed in exasperation. If Peter had to interrupt his lunch break, surely he could have done it for a better reason than a complaint.
“This was the cop that got into a high speed chase and then crashed, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“He did have surgery, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“He did have pins put in his leg, right?”
“Yes.”
“He’s supposed to be in traction, correct?”
“Yes.”
“So why and how did he get out of bed?” Mohinder asked.
“Why? He wants to go home, and he hates being helpless. How? He mind-whammied one of the nurses into giving him a lot of pain meds and tried to get out in a wheelchair,” Peter explained, trying to hide a smile.
“A drugged-up, injured, telepathic cop loose on the streets in a hospital gown with a wheelchair. That would have been a disaster. How did you stop him?”
“Snuck up behind him, borrowed his power to protect myself, and then injected him with enough sedative to drop a rhino. He’s sleeping it off now,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. Mohinder was momentarily distracted, watching him move, but tried to keep his mind on the matter at hand.
“I don’t think he’ll give up that easily,” Mohinder opined.
“Me neither.”
“I’d prefer not to keep him drugged; he’ll never trust us if we do that… Peter, if you have his power, could you keep yourself from getting influenced?” Mohinder asked.
“Um…” Peter considered that carefully, and nodded slowly. “I think so.”
“Then I’m going to assign you to Officer Parkman for the duration of his stay with us.”
“Dr. Suresh-,” Peter started, understandably disappointed in parked in the opposite end of the ward from Mohinder. Mohinder didn’t like it either, but the patients came first.
“Peter, you’re the best nurse we have for dealing with reluctant specials. Just try to distract him from wanting to go home for a week or so. All right?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day…
“Peter, again?”
“I went for lunch and then he whammied Nurse Pembrook! He was nearly out the door before I caught him!” Peter said with exasperation.
Mohinder looked grim, and nodded, as if coming to a decision. If Parkman wouldn’t stay put, it was time to employ a secret weapon.
“This calls for drastic measures.”
“Uh, Doc, sorry, I still have Parkman’s telepathy and… Wow, you mean really drastic measures,” Peter said, eyes wide and face flushed.
“He’s just your type Peter. And if anyone can drive someone into delightful exhaustion so they aren’t even capable of thinking, much less moving, you are. I do have extensive personal experience with that, after all,” Mohinder said sagely. Peter was undoubtedly the best lover Mohinder had ever been with, and Peter always had had a thing for men in positions of authority. There was a reason he kept Peter away from the other doctors…
“I’m not a slut!” Peter protested.
“You know I don’t think that,” Mohinder soothed sincerely. “But Parkman is a patient in need of all your skills.”
Peter blushed, knowing it was the truth. “Whatever the Company needs, right?”
“There’s a sport.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day Dr. Surest walked into Matt Parkman’s room, fully expecting to find the officer in bed, his leg properly in traction, and probably with a stupidly happy grin on his face. And while there was indeed a stupidly happy man in the bed, it wasn’t Parkman.
“Peter!” Mohinder said sharply. Peter only lolled his head in Mohinder’s direction and smiled lazily. “Where’s Matt Parkman?”
“Oh… uh… I dunno. I kinda… lost track,” Peter said slowly.
“How did he-?” Mohinder asked, noting a damp spot on the front of Peter’s scrub pants. He frowned furiously; how the hell had Parkman managed to-? “Peter, he has a broken leg.”
“Mohinder, I have to tell you, mind sex is amazing,” Peter said with all the awe of a religious convert.
“For the love of-. Peter, get up!” Dr. Suresh stalked over to the phone to report Parkman missing from his bed. Again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some time later, Matt Parkman had been found, subdued, and returned to his room. Entirely unrepentant, their reluctant patient folded his arms over his chest and glared at his doctor and nurse both.
“Officer Parkman, we can’t keep doing this. For one, you’re going to damage your leg permanently if you keep moving around,” Dr. Suresh started, pointedly looking at the heavy cast and slings around Parkman’s left leg.
“Then let me go home, and I’ll stay in bed there,” Matt said, lips thinned in anger.
“Secondly, you can’t get the kind of expert care you need for your compound fracture at your house, especially not for these first few days,” Mohinder continued doggedly.
“Send someone to make a house call. Nurse Petrelli here seemed eager enough.”
Peter blushed at Matt’s words and Mohinder scowled.
“Thirdly, I can’t have you using your ability on the staff! It’s invasive, borderline abusive, and certainly extremely rude,” Mohinder concluded, not backing down an inch.
“What if they were asking for it?” Matt muttered.
Peter’s blushed deepened. “Seemed like a good trade at the time.”
Mohinder rolled his eyes upward and prayed for strength. “Matt, please don’t do this. Sleeping in your own bed is not worth courting a limp or other, more serious complications.”
“Or what? How are you going to keep me here?’ Matt challenged.
“By any means necessary. The Company can’t have a rogue special out there. You agreed to that when you signed on.”
“If ‘by any means necessary’ you mean Peter trying to seduce me in my bed…”
“Better that than drugging you, wouldn’t you agree?” Dr. Suresh said blandly. Peter finally had to go get a drink of water to cool his blushes.
Matt’s lips twitched as if he were trying to hold back at laugh at Mohinder’s question.
“So, can we reach a compromise?
Matt seemed to consider that for a long moment, looking at the ceiling, and finally nodded.
“Yeah, you two want to stop dancing around each other? I’ve heard less pornographic thoughts come out of a nudie bar,” Matt said, blushing a bit.
“Well, now that’s pretty personal-,” Mohinder started, and then looked over at Peter as an unexpected jolt of desire hit his system. His eyes met the same sudden glazed lust he’d just been afflicted with. Mohinder took another look at Parkman, and came to the annoying conclusion that the cop was silently laughing at them. Oh yes, try to confront a telepath face-to-face. Brilliant, Suresh.
“I know you two want each other,” Matt said conversationally.
“Yeah,” Peter breathed, his hands moving rapidly to strip his pale, lean body of his scrub shirt. Mohinder had to remind himself to keep breathing when Peter’s eyes never left his face. Yes, the two of them had an on-again, off-again thing, but they’d never let it spill over into work… He was just so beautiful; lean, elegant, gentle, compassionate, and paid such close and careful attention to Mohinder when they were together. Mohinder had been afraid to monopolize the man too much. Surely he had other options than just one overworked Company doctor.
“And I was kind of a bastard the other day with using my powers on Peter, and I feel kinda bad about that,” Matt continued. Mohinder’s hands were moving clumsily to slide off his own white coat, all dexterity gone. It was hard when Peter was looking at him like that. Like he wanted him: genuinely and completely.
“However, I’m stuck here with a broken leg and you have me on pain meds, which doesn’t help me not eavesdrop, and then I keep overhearing you two practically fucking each other senseless in my head and I cannot handle another ‘few days’ of that!” Matt said, throwing his hands up in complete exasperation. And just like that, the extra edge, the slight push that had left Peter shirtless and Mohinder about to be so, stopped. Mohinder suddenly found he very much did not want it to stop.
Matt only looked at him expectantly. Mohinder scowled furiously.
“Peter, get the gurney, I’ll get the transfer papers. And you,” Mohinder added, as Peter quickly grabbed his shirt and slipped out the door, pointing a finger at Officer Parkman. “You’d better be ready to complete what you start. And I mean everything from what just happened here to the physical therapy I’m going to be inflicting on you.”
Matt only smiled, and Mohinder got a sudden, potent mental image of himself clutching Peter’s shoulders, arching his back as he drove into him, and then the image of a paler hand clutching his shoulder from behind as Matt lowered himself into Mohinder’s heat, stretching him so far, so deep, as Peter keened below them at their combined thrusts…
“You have a rather high opinion of yourself Parkman,” Mohinder said, grabbing his lab coat to hide his sudden arousal at Matt’s “inadvertent” proposal.
“Hey, I might be Peter’s type, but you’re mine. Come on man, I was injured in the line of duty. Give an officer a break.” Matt waggled his eyebrows a bit, but kept his tone light.
“Of course we will,” Peter said, walking in behind Mohinder. “After you apologize for the whole ‘mental trip’ thing. I don’t care how great the mind sex was, it was still pushy and rude!”
Mohinder nodded in agreement, crossing his arms in an imitation of Parkman’s defiant pose. Relationships between Company employees might be handled somewhat loosely, but that was no excuse for Parkman’s behavior.
“Come on, you’re both beautiful. It was like a damn fantasy come true when I came in here, but it’s not like either of you are going to look at me unless I… uh… gave you a preview. I’m kinda at a disadvantage with the whole broken leg thing,” Matt explained.
“So this was an invitation to a three-way?” Mohinder demanded.
“What?!” Peter asked, flabbergasted. Mohinder put a hand over his face and begged whoever was listening for patience.
“Well, it was just a thought…” Matt added, throwing another potent mental sexual picture Mohinder’s way. And Peter’s way, judging by his slightly vacant stare. “And hey, it’s either let me go home or things are going to get a little awkward in here.”
Mohinder looked over his shoulder and Peter, and caught him nodding, eyes wide. Lips twitching, trying to repress a smile, he turned back to Parkman.
“This is blackmail,” Mohinder said conversationally.
“No, it’s a compromise. Like you said,” Matt said firmly.
“All right Matt. But just so we’re clear on this, until your leg is fixed, you will be staying in bed.”
“No place I’d rather be,” Matt said, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
Mohinder sighed as Peter started grinning in anticipation. The things he did in the line of duty…
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Peter/Mohinder
Rating: Hard R sliding into NC-17
Wordcount: 1,661
Spoilers: Vague S3 spoilers, sort of an AU. Mohinder’s a Company medical doctor, Peter is a Company nurse, and Matt’s just a “normal” cop.
Warnings: Mental manipulation
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: When Matt breaks his leg, he has two dedicated people looking after him, whether he likes it or not.
“The cop won’t stay put,” Peter complained as he walked into Dr. Suresh’s office. Mohinder pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and sighed in exasperation. If Peter had to interrupt his lunch break, surely he could have done it for a better reason than a complaint.
“This was the cop that got into a high speed chase and then crashed, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“He did have surgery, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“He did have pins put in his leg, right?”
“Yes.”
“He’s supposed to be in traction, correct?”
“Yes.”
“So why and how did he get out of bed?” Mohinder asked.
“Why? He wants to go home, and he hates being helpless. How? He mind-whammied one of the nurses into giving him a lot of pain meds and tried to get out in a wheelchair,” Peter explained, trying to hide a smile.
“A drugged-up, injured, telepathic cop loose on the streets in a hospital gown with a wheelchair. That would have been a disaster. How did you stop him?”
“Snuck up behind him, borrowed his power to protect myself, and then injected him with enough sedative to drop a rhino. He’s sleeping it off now,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. Mohinder was momentarily distracted, watching him move, but tried to keep his mind on the matter at hand.
“I don’t think he’ll give up that easily,” Mohinder opined.
“Me neither.”
“I’d prefer not to keep him drugged; he’ll never trust us if we do that… Peter, if you have his power, could you keep yourself from getting influenced?” Mohinder asked.
“Um…” Peter considered that carefully, and nodded slowly. “I think so.”
“Then I’m going to assign you to Officer Parkman for the duration of his stay with us.”
“Dr. Suresh-,” Peter started, understandably disappointed in parked in the opposite end of the ward from Mohinder. Mohinder didn’t like it either, but the patients came first.
“Peter, you’re the best nurse we have for dealing with reluctant specials. Just try to distract him from wanting to go home for a week or so. All right?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day…
“Peter, again?”
“I went for lunch and then he whammied Nurse Pembrook! He was nearly out the door before I caught him!” Peter said with exasperation.
Mohinder looked grim, and nodded, as if coming to a decision. If Parkman wouldn’t stay put, it was time to employ a secret weapon.
“This calls for drastic measures.”
“Uh, Doc, sorry, I still have Parkman’s telepathy and… Wow, you mean really drastic measures,” Peter said, eyes wide and face flushed.
“He’s just your type Peter. And if anyone can drive someone into delightful exhaustion so they aren’t even capable of thinking, much less moving, you are. I do have extensive personal experience with that, after all,” Mohinder said sagely. Peter was undoubtedly the best lover Mohinder had ever been with, and Peter always had had a thing for men in positions of authority. There was a reason he kept Peter away from the other doctors…
“I’m not a slut!” Peter protested.
“You know I don’t think that,” Mohinder soothed sincerely. “But Parkman is a patient in need of all your skills.”
Peter blushed, knowing it was the truth. “Whatever the Company needs, right?”
“There’s a sport.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day Dr. Surest walked into Matt Parkman’s room, fully expecting to find the officer in bed, his leg properly in traction, and probably with a stupidly happy grin on his face. And while there was indeed a stupidly happy man in the bed, it wasn’t Parkman.
“Peter!” Mohinder said sharply. Peter only lolled his head in Mohinder’s direction and smiled lazily. “Where’s Matt Parkman?”
“Oh… uh… I dunno. I kinda… lost track,” Peter said slowly.
“How did he-?” Mohinder asked, noting a damp spot on the front of Peter’s scrub pants. He frowned furiously; how the hell had Parkman managed to-? “Peter, he has a broken leg.”
“Mohinder, I have to tell you, mind sex is amazing,” Peter said with all the awe of a religious convert.
“For the love of-. Peter, get up!” Dr. Suresh stalked over to the phone to report Parkman missing from his bed. Again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some time later, Matt Parkman had been found, subdued, and returned to his room. Entirely unrepentant, their reluctant patient folded his arms over his chest and glared at his doctor and nurse both.
“Officer Parkman, we can’t keep doing this. For one, you’re going to damage your leg permanently if you keep moving around,” Dr. Suresh started, pointedly looking at the heavy cast and slings around Parkman’s left leg.
“Then let me go home, and I’ll stay in bed there,” Matt said, lips thinned in anger.
“Secondly, you can’t get the kind of expert care you need for your compound fracture at your house, especially not for these first few days,” Mohinder continued doggedly.
“Send someone to make a house call. Nurse Petrelli here seemed eager enough.”
Peter blushed at Matt’s words and Mohinder scowled.
“Thirdly, I can’t have you using your ability on the staff! It’s invasive, borderline abusive, and certainly extremely rude,” Mohinder concluded, not backing down an inch.
“What if they were asking for it?” Matt muttered.
Peter’s blushed deepened. “Seemed like a good trade at the time.”
Mohinder rolled his eyes upward and prayed for strength. “Matt, please don’t do this. Sleeping in your own bed is not worth courting a limp or other, more serious complications.”
“Or what? How are you going to keep me here?’ Matt challenged.
“By any means necessary. The Company can’t have a rogue special out there. You agreed to that when you signed on.”
“If ‘by any means necessary’ you mean Peter trying to seduce me in my bed…”
“Better that than drugging you, wouldn’t you agree?” Dr. Suresh said blandly. Peter finally had to go get a drink of water to cool his blushes.
Matt’s lips twitched as if he were trying to hold back at laugh at Mohinder’s question.
“So, can we reach a compromise?
Matt seemed to consider that for a long moment, looking at the ceiling, and finally nodded.
“Yeah, you two want to stop dancing around each other? I’ve heard less pornographic thoughts come out of a nudie bar,” Matt said, blushing a bit.
“Well, now that’s pretty personal-,” Mohinder started, and then looked over at Peter as an unexpected jolt of desire hit his system. His eyes met the same sudden glazed lust he’d just been afflicted with. Mohinder took another look at Parkman, and came to the annoying conclusion that the cop was silently laughing at them. Oh yes, try to confront a telepath face-to-face. Brilliant, Suresh.
“I know you two want each other,” Matt said conversationally.
“Yeah,” Peter breathed, his hands moving rapidly to strip his pale, lean body of his scrub shirt. Mohinder had to remind himself to keep breathing when Peter’s eyes never left his face. Yes, the two of them had an on-again, off-again thing, but they’d never let it spill over into work… He was just so beautiful; lean, elegant, gentle, compassionate, and paid such close and careful attention to Mohinder when they were together. Mohinder had been afraid to monopolize the man too much. Surely he had other options than just one overworked Company doctor.
“And I was kind of a bastard the other day with using my powers on Peter, and I feel kinda bad about that,” Matt continued. Mohinder’s hands were moving clumsily to slide off his own white coat, all dexterity gone. It was hard when Peter was looking at him like that. Like he wanted him: genuinely and completely.
“However, I’m stuck here with a broken leg and you have me on pain meds, which doesn’t help me not eavesdrop, and then I keep overhearing you two practically fucking each other senseless in my head and I cannot handle another ‘few days’ of that!” Matt said, throwing his hands up in complete exasperation. And just like that, the extra edge, the slight push that had left Peter shirtless and Mohinder about to be so, stopped. Mohinder suddenly found he very much did not want it to stop.
Matt only looked at him expectantly. Mohinder scowled furiously.
“Peter, get the gurney, I’ll get the transfer papers. And you,” Mohinder added, as Peter quickly grabbed his shirt and slipped out the door, pointing a finger at Officer Parkman. “You’d better be ready to complete what you start. And I mean everything from what just happened here to the physical therapy I’m going to be inflicting on you.”
Matt only smiled, and Mohinder got a sudden, potent mental image of himself clutching Peter’s shoulders, arching his back as he drove into him, and then the image of a paler hand clutching his shoulder from behind as Matt lowered himself into Mohinder’s heat, stretching him so far, so deep, as Peter keened below them at their combined thrusts…
“You have a rather high opinion of yourself Parkman,” Mohinder said, grabbing his lab coat to hide his sudden arousal at Matt’s “inadvertent” proposal.
“Hey, I might be Peter’s type, but you’re mine. Come on man, I was injured in the line of duty. Give an officer a break.” Matt waggled his eyebrows a bit, but kept his tone light.
“Of course we will,” Peter said, walking in behind Mohinder. “After you apologize for the whole ‘mental trip’ thing. I don’t care how great the mind sex was, it was still pushy and rude!”
Mohinder nodded in agreement, crossing his arms in an imitation of Parkman’s defiant pose. Relationships between Company employees might be handled somewhat loosely, but that was no excuse for Parkman’s behavior.
“Come on, you’re both beautiful. It was like a damn fantasy come true when I came in here, but it’s not like either of you are going to look at me unless I… uh… gave you a preview. I’m kinda at a disadvantage with the whole broken leg thing,” Matt explained.
“So this was an invitation to a three-way?” Mohinder demanded.
“What?!” Peter asked, flabbergasted. Mohinder put a hand over his face and begged whoever was listening for patience.
“Well, it was just a thought…” Matt added, throwing another potent mental sexual picture Mohinder’s way. And Peter’s way, judging by his slightly vacant stare. “And hey, it’s either let me go home or things are going to get a little awkward in here.”
Mohinder looked over his shoulder and Peter, and caught him nodding, eyes wide. Lips twitching, trying to repress a smile, he turned back to Parkman.
“This is blackmail,” Mohinder said conversationally.
“No, it’s a compromise. Like you said,” Matt said firmly.
“All right Matt. But just so we’re clear on this, until your leg is fixed, you will be staying in bed.”
“No place I’d rather be,” Matt said, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
Mohinder sighed as Peter started grinning in anticipation. The things he did in the line of duty…