Fic: Hard to Say
Title: Hard to Say
Author: Liritar
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Mohinder/Thompson
A/N: Written for the beautiful Kathy. I asked her for a challenging prompt, and she came up with the impossible: Thompson actually being nice to Mohinder.
He slid into the booth at Denny’s and flashed his most charming grin at the waitress. “Thanks, darling. I’ll have an iced tea, sweet. You?” He raised an eyebrow at his companion.
Mohinder flashed him an exasperated look, but didn’t comment; he’d learned long ago that flirting with waitresses was one of Thompson’s unalienable rights. Along with cute checkout attendants of either sex, bartenders, and, pretty much, anyone else he damn well wanted to flirt with. “I’ll have water,” he said shortly, his accent clipped and precise, in stark contrast to his lover’s cocky drawl.
“Come on, live a little.” He rolled his eyes at the waitress-Tammy, her nametag said cheerfully-and shook his head with a mocking smile. “Get him one of those fruity things. Surprise us.” She scribbled on her pad and walked away. “What?” he said to Mohinder’s glare. “It fits.”
“Have I mentioned lately that you are a total ass?” The Indian gave him a long suffering look.
“Does fifteen minutes ago count?” He grinned and leaned back against the barely comfortable vinyl cushions. “Anyway, what do you want to eat? I thought I’d get us some nachos to start with. Good?”
“Fine.” He glanced over the menu, then back at Thompson. “Do they have a vegetarian option on that?”
“Shit. Fine, I’ll get the nachos, and you can pick out your own appetizer,” he offered generously. That was what tonight was for, after all.
“Are you going to eat the whole order?” Mohinder raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, so what?” He looked down at the picture in the menu. “Saying I’m fat, kiddo?”
“It fits,” he spat back, slightly acidly.
“Guess I deserved that, brat. Sorry.” Right. He was trying not to be a big dick tonight. Well, not until after dinner. He smirked at that thought. “I’ll hit the gym double tomorrow. I fucking love their nachos. Main reason I ever come here.”
“Right.” Mohinder gazed around the restaurant with a faint air of distaste. “What else is good? That I can eat?”
It didn’t take long to get everything sorted out and their order placed. He pretended to listen to his lover talk about his latest project as he fingered the box in his pocket, shifting slightly uneasily. Maybe this was a bad idea. He’d just fuck it up, and ruin everything. Mohinder didn’t even have to know that there was a reason to this other than the damn nachos, like he’d said.
No. He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to let this one go. That he’d finally settle down-well, mostly, at least. He looked around to make sure no one was watching them, then pulled the box out, closing his fingers around it under the table. “Hey, kiddo?”
“Yes?” Mohinder looked up from where he’d been drawing an invisible diagram on the table.
“Happy, uh… just take this.” He shoved the box across the table.
“Happy what?” the man asked absently, as he opened it, then froze as he took in what was inside, a silver chain with a pendant shaped like a double helix. “You remembered?”
He tried to cover his embarrassment with a smug smile, but wasn’t sure he’d managed. “Maybe. What of it?”
“The word you were looking for,” Mohinder said firmly, “is ‘anniversary.’ Is that so hard to say?”
Author: Liritar
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Mohinder/Thompson
A/N: Written for the beautiful Kathy. I asked her for a challenging prompt, and she came up with the impossible: Thompson actually being nice to Mohinder.
He slid into the booth at Denny’s and flashed his most charming grin at the waitress. “Thanks, darling. I’ll have an iced tea, sweet. You?” He raised an eyebrow at his companion.
Mohinder flashed him an exasperated look, but didn’t comment; he’d learned long ago that flirting with waitresses was one of Thompson’s unalienable rights. Along with cute checkout attendants of either sex, bartenders, and, pretty much, anyone else he damn well wanted to flirt with. “I’ll have water,” he said shortly, his accent clipped and precise, in stark contrast to his lover’s cocky drawl.
“Come on, live a little.” He rolled his eyes at the waitress-Tammy, her nametag said cheerfully-and shook his head with a mocking smile. “Get him one of those fruity things. Surprise us.” She scribbled on her pad and walked away. “What?” he said to Mohinder’s glare. “It fits.”
“Have I mentioned lately that you are a total ass?” The Indian gave him a long suffering look.
“Does fifteen minutes ago count?” He grinned and leaned back against the barely comfortable vinyl cushions. “Anyway, what do you want to eat? I thought I’d get us some nachos to start with. Good?”
“Fine.” He glanced over the menu, then back at Thompson. “Do they have a vegetarian option on that?”
“Shit. Fine, I’ll get the nachos, and you can pick out your own appetizer,” he offered generously. That was what tonight was for, after all.
“Are you going to eat the whole order?” Mohinder raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, so what?” He looked down at the picture in the menu. “Saying I’m fat, kiddo?”
“It fits,” he spat back, slightly acidly.
“Guess I deserved that, brat. Sorry.” Right. He was trying not to be a big dick tonight. Well, not until after dinner. He smirked at that thought. “I’ll hit the gym double tomorrow. I fucking love their nachos. Main reason I ever come here.”
“Right.” Mohinder gazed around the restaurant with a faint air of distaste. “What else is good? That I can eat?”
It didn’t take long to get everything sorted out and their order placed. He pretended to listen to his lover talk about his latest project as he fingered the box in his pocket, shifting slightly uneasily. Maybe this was a bad idea. He’d just fuck it up, and ruin everything. Mohinder didn’t even have to know that there was a reason to this other than the damn nachos, like he’d said.
No. He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to let this one go. That he’d finally settle down-well, mostly, at least. He looked around to make sure no one was watching them, then pulled the box out, closing his fingers around it under the table. “Hey, kiddo?”
“Yes?” Mohinder looked up from where he’d been drawing an invisible diagram on the table.
“Happy, uh… just take this.” He shoved the box across the table.
“Happy what?” the man asked absently, as he opened it, then froze as he took in what was inside, a silver chain with a pendant shaped like a double helix. “You remembered?”
He tried to cover his embarrassment with a smug smile, but wasn’t sure he’d managed. “Maybe. What of it?”
“The word you were looking for,” Mohinder said firmly, “is ‘anniversary.’ Is that so hard to say?”