Merry Christmas, karmadownurgun!
I'm sorry for waiting until the last minute to get this in- I had the idea from the moment I got the prompt, but for some reason it didn't take form until this week. :) Hope you enjoy! Happy holidays!
Author: saena17 (writing journal is imaginedmelody)
Title: "Small Comfort"
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Matt returns home after the events of "Powerless", and he and Mohinder deal with the fallout.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale.
Present for: karmadownurgun, who used to be niffer08. :)
The Request: Hurt/Comfort of any variety. Matt comforting Mohinder or vice versa, as long as it has a happy conclusion.
Any notes?: You requested that the story not be too angsty, and that it have a happy ending. I hope it's happy enough- I tried to lighten it up a bit at the end, but I'm not sure what degree of success I achieved. :)
On to the fic!
Something was wrong. Mohinder knew it in his gut; something had gone horribly wrong, and it wasn’t just the lingering presence of Sylar, hanging heavy in the air even after he was gone. Molly was frightened, and neither of them wanted her to be alone right now, so Mohinder switched on the TV for some distraction and let her curl up at his side until she was calm.
A few hours later he glanced down and saw the little girl fast asleep against him, her breathing thankfully regular and her mind seemingly undisturbed. Sighing deeply, he lowered the volume on the TV and changed the channel from Nickelodeon cartoons to a news program.
It took him a moment to realize that the image at the corner of the screen was someone he knew, but the anchorwoman’s words snapped him out of his haze. “Our breaking news tonight: New York congressman Nathan Petrelli was shot and killed by a mysterious assassin in Odessa, Texas earlier tonight, during a speech in which he confirmed the existence of humans with unnatural ‘special abilities’...”
Mohinder could do nothing but stare at the screen. “Oh, no.”
-
The call from Matt came soon after, saying have you heard? and yes, I’m on the plane, coming home now, and I’m fine, we’ll talk more when I get there. Ten long hours passed, and when Mohinder finally heard the key turning in the door, it felt like it had been both ten minutes and ten years at the same time.
He stood up so fast he felt lightheaded, and yet when he turned to face the door, it seemed to him like he was moving in slow motion. Then he saw the familiar silhouette of Matt Parkman at the threshold, and managed to walk towards him despite the waves of relief coursing through his body at a speed powerful enough to knock a man off his feet.
Matt looked too tired for words; his eyes were unfocused, and it looked as though he’d like nothing more than to close them. Mohinder watched as he slowly laid his keys on the table by the door, and then those heavy eyes finally met his.
“How are you?” Mohinder asked, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Fine- I’m fine,” Matt said, a little too quickly. His voice was tight and strained. “Molly- you said Sylar was here- “
“She’s fine, we’re both fine,” Mohinder told him, his answer mirroring Matt’s. “She didn’t sleep through the night, but I managed to move her from the couch to her room. She had a bath and some food, and now she’s back in bed.”
“Good. If anything happened, I don’t know what I’d...” he trailed off and turned away, and Mohinder could swear he was fighting back tears. He walked over and put a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
“Matt, please. I don’t want you to worry about us right now. Not with all that’s happened today.” He heard a choked sob come from the other man’s direction, and instinctually flushed with sympathy as his roommate angled further away from him, trying to hide how emotional he was getting. “Are you all right, Matt?”
It took him a few moments to process what happened next. His mind only registered that Matt- this big, strong man who could survive encounters with dangerous criminals and nightmare men capable of destroying the world- had crumpled to the floor, all control lost. His shoulders were shaking, and even the arms covering the other man’s face couldn’t totally muffle the thick sound of his labored breathing.
Slowly he lowered himself to the floor, unsure what was the proper way to react. He instinctively wanted to reach out to his roommate, offer him some sort of comfort, so he cautiously extended a hand, letting it rest on the side of Matt’s neck. Matt let out a small gasp and raised his head, and Mohinder’s heart tugged to see the wet tracks lining the pained face before him.
“I traveled with him,” Matt offered by way of explanation, and Mohinder knew he meant Nathan. “He helped me find my dad, and save Molly...he was a good man...” His voice cracked on “good”, and then Matt was trying to hold back another round of tears. He didn’t protest when Mohinder bridged the space between them and gathered him in, bringing his head in to rest against his chest and holding the shaking body securely in his arms.
He held Matt through the shudders and the barely contained sounds of his crying, hardly noticing the wetness seeping into his shoulder or how tightly Matt was gripping his sleeve. It wasn’t until Matt had left on this mission, until news of the danger he was in had reached him, that Mohinder had realized how much he cared for the man who had gone from stranger to roommate and co-parent in just a few months. It was terrible for him to see Matt in such pain; there had to be some way to show him how he felt, something more he could do to console him.
So he did.
It wasn’t until they separated that Mohinder realized that had been their first kiss. It felt far too natural, like they’d done this every day for as long as they’d known each other. Long time coming, Mohinder thought suddenly, and he knew Matt had heard it because of the choked laugh that escaped his lips.
“That wasn’t just comfort,” Mohinder whispered against Matt’s mouth, the words suddenly coming fast with a need to clarify and reassure. “That was a promise, Matthew Parkman. After all this... I want you to know how I feel. We’ve spent too long in different countries. No more distance.”
He was silenced by the intense way Matt was staring at him. “I must be so stupid,” the other man finally said. Mohinder immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Matt clapped a hand over it to prevent any words. Then he continued, “I’m a fucking mind reader, Mohinder. How oblivious do I have to be to not figure out you have feelings for me?”
Mohinder offered him a small smile. “In that case, the next time I find myself contemplating how utterly sexy you are, I will make sure you overhear it.”
Matt laughed, and for the first time that night Mohinder could hear his genuine, honest-to-goodness chuckle through the wet remnants of tears in his throat. When they kissed again, it was grateful and comfortable and everything it should be.
Mohinder hoped it was only one of many to come.
~*~*~*~*~
Cross-posted to mytwoheroes and my writing journal, imaginedmelody.
Author: saena17 (writing journal is imaginedmelody)
Title: "Small Comfort"
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Matt returns home after the events of "Powerless", and he and Mohinder deal with the fallout.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale.
Present for: karmadownurgun, who used to be niffer08. :)
The Request: Hurt/Comfort of any variety. Matt comforting Mohinder or vice versa, as long as it has a happy conclusion.
Any notes?: You requested that the story not be too angsty, and that it have a happy ending. I hope it's happy enough- I tried to lighten it up a bit at the end, but I'm not sure what degree of success I achieved. :)
On to the fic!
Something was wrong. Mohinder knew it in his gut; something had gone horribly wrong, and it wasn’t just the lingering presence of Sylar, hanging heavy in the air even after he was gone. Molly was frightened, and neither of them wanted her to be alone right now, so Mohinder switched on the TV for some distraction and let her curl up at his side until she was calm.
A few hours later he glanced down and saw the little girl fast asleep against him, her breathing thankfully regular and her mind seemingly undisturbed. Sighing deeply, he lowered the volume on the TV and changed the channel from Nickelodeon cartoons to a news program.
It took him a moment to realize that the image at the corner of the screen was someone he knew, but the anchorwoman’s words snapped him out of his haze. “Our breaking news tonight: New York congressman Nathan Petrelli was shot and killed by a mysterious assassin in Odessa, Texas earlier tonight, during a speech in which he confirmed the existence of humans with unnatural ‘special abilities’...”
Mohinder could do nothing but stare at the screen. “Oh, no.”
-
The call from Matt came soon after, saying have you heard? and yes, I’m on the plane, coming home now, and I’m fine, we’ll talk more when I get there. Ten long hours passed, and when Mohinder finally heard the key turning in the door, it felt like it had been both ten minutes and ten years at the same time.
He stood up so fast he felt lightheaded, and yet when he turned to face the door, it seemed to him like he was moving in slow motion. Then he saw the familiar silhouette of Matt Parkman at the threshold, and managed to walk towards him despite the waves of relief coursing through his body at a speed powerful enough to knock a man off his feet.
Matt looked too tired for words; his eyes were unfocused, and it looked as though he’d like nothing more than to close them. Mohinder watched as he slowly laid his keys on the table by the door, and then those heavy eyes finally met his.
“How are you?” Mohinder asked, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Fine- I’m fine,” Matt said, a little too quickly. His voice was tight and strained. “Molly- you said Sylar was here- “
“She’s fine, we’re both fine,” Mohinder told him, his answer mirroring Matt’s. “She didn’t sleep through the night, but I managed to move her from the couch to her room. She had a bath and some food, and now she’s back in bed.”
“Good. If anything happened, I don’t know what I’d...” he trailed off and turned away, and Mohinder could swear he was fighting back tears. He walked over and put a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
“Matt, please. I don’t want you to worry about us right now. Not with all that’s happened today.” He heard a choked sob come from the other man’s direction, and instinctually flushed with sympathy as his roommate angled further away from him, trying to hide how emotional he was getting. “Are you all right, Matt?”
It took him a few moments to process what happened next. His mind only registered that Matt- this big, strong man who could survive encounters with dangerous criminals and nightmare men capable of destroying the world- had crumpled to the floor, all control lost. His shoulders were shaking, and even the arms covering the other man’s face couldn’t totally muffle the thick sound of his labored breathing.
Slowly he lowered himself to the floor, unsure what was the proper way to react. He instinctively wanted to reach out to his roommate, offer him some sort of comfort, so he cautiously extended a hand, letting it rest on the side of Matt’s neck. Matt let out a small gasp and raised his head, and Mohinder’s heart tugged to see the wet tracks lining the pained face before him.
“I traveled with him,” Matt offered by way of explanation, and Mohinder knew he meant Nathan. “He helped me find my dad, and save Molly...he was a good man...” His voice cracked on “good”, and then Matt was trying to hold back another round of tears. He didn’t protest when Mohinder bridged the space between them and gathered him in, bringing his head in to rest against his chest and holding the shaking body securely in his arms.
He held Matt through the shudders and the barely contained sounds of his crying, hardly noticing the wetness seeping into his shoulder or how tightly Matt was gripping his sleeve. It wasn’t until Matt had left on this mission, until news of the danger he was in had reached him, that Mohinder had realized how much he cared for the man who had gone from stranger to roommate and co-parent in just a few months. It was terrible for him to see Matt in such pain; there had to be some way to show him how he felt, something more he could do to console him.
So he did.
It wasn’t until they separated that Mohinder realized that had been their first kiss. It felt far too natural, like they’d done this every day for as long as they’d known each other. Long time coming, Mohinder thought suddenly, and he knew Matt had heard it because of the choked laugh that escaped his lips.
“That wasn’t just comfort,” Mohinder whispered against Matt’s mouth, the words suddenly coming fast with a need to clarify and reassure. “That was a promise, Matthew Parkman. After all this... I want you to know how I feel. We’ve spent too long in different countries. No more distance.”
He was silenced by the intense way Matt was staring at him. “I must be so stupid,” the other man finally said. Mohinder immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Matt clapped a hand over it to prevent any words. Then he continued, “I’m a fucking mind reader, Mohinder. How oblivious do I have to be to not figure out you have feelings for me?”
Mohinder offered him a small smile. “In that case, the next time I find myself contemplating how utterly sexy you are, I will make sure you overhear it.”
Matt laughed, and for the first time that night Mohinder could hear his genuine, honest-to-goodness chuckle through the wet remnants of tears in his throat. When they kissed again, it was grateful and comfortable and everything it should be.
Mohinder hoped it was only one of many to come.
~*~*~*~*~
Cross-posted to mytwoheroes and my writing journal, imaginedmelody.