Sitting by her bedside, he thinks about what she had told him, bending the corners of his magical paper star. She had said finding anyone in the world just by thinking about them wasn’t “special.” Mohinder thinks he knows someone who might disagree. He sighs and runs terse fingers through his hair.

The girl is okay, she’s not going to end up ( Read more... )

Mohinder is wound like a spring, pacing and clenching-unclenching his fists at his side. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the door opens. An unfamiliar man stands in the passageway, embodying confidence and pride, a smug expression tugging on his lips.

And then the man is falling, and Mohinder is having trouble tabulating. The numbers don’t ( Read more... )

Author: Ca
Title: Noscere
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mylar (Mohinder/Zane, Mohinder/Nathan, Mohinder/Sylar) 
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: episode related, slash, general weirdness
Summary: Based on "Five Years Gone"
Word Count: 563
( Mohinder thinks he will be able to remember how each individual fiber from the carpet of Nathan's office digs into his wool encased knees long after he has left this life. )

A sleek black man entered his cab-that was all he really could be called as he near-glided into his seat. He nodded to Mohinder, who returned the gesture amicably, putting the vehicle in gear.

“Where t-“ His head became flooded with foreign images, memories surging violently to the fore. His body was already plotting a course before he could ( Read more... )

Mohinder heard a rattle, turning back to glance at the slim Asian man who was levering the car door open with shaking hands. His eyes pierced Mohinder, sizing him up cautiously-he couldn’t hold the other man’s gaze for long.

“Where would you like to go, sir?” Mohinder asked in a barely audible tone.

His passenger let out a dejected ( Read more... )

Mohinder applied his breaks, distractedly pulling up to the curb. An awkwardly lean figure slid into the back seat and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘just get me out of here.’ Mohinder glanced in his rearview mirror, taking in a taut, thin face and scruffy, longish hair obscuring somewhat angular features.

“Where to?” he ( Read more... )

“Hullo,” a mild, yet vaguely accented voice called as a young man entered the vehicle, hands shaking; eyes wide with trepidation.

“Where are you headed?” Mohinder asked gently, eying the youth as if he might disappear at any moment.

“Find Claire,” he mumbled, wringing his hands and fiddling with the seatbelt buckle.

“What was that?” ( Read more... )

A compact yet vivacious blonde with lips that pouted and hips that cocked slid herself into the seat behind Mohinder. He couldn’t help but crank up the charm, just a little. He turned around to take her in completely, smiling blindingly.

For all her confident looks, when her voice came it was teasingly soft, almost timid. Mohinder turned the ( Read more... )

He saw a bit of spiky blonde hair, easy smiles passing through mirrors as the door slammed. Mohinder spun to lean on his seat, meeting lightly dancing eyes with his own.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked cheerfully, taking in the proudly-displayed Ramones insignia on the man’s t-shirt.

“CBGB’s, man!” the youth exclaimed, practically ( Read more... )

Gabe felt a hardness pressing into his thigh, and it took him a moment to realize what it was. He suddenly felt very ill. The man began rubbing his chest with those repulsive digits in tender, almost-comforting circles. Gabe forced his eyes to his abuser’s face and saw not lust, or anger, but something much more disturbing: love.

“Do I know ( Read more... )