[heroes] Evolution: Volume I
Another drabble series, for which you can blame comment_fic! From now on I'm going to stop listing fandom in the fic headers, since it's in the entry subject anyway. And, man, I hate titling drabbles.
Title: Drip
Pairing: Mohinder Suresh/Monica Dawson
Rating: G
Summary: Monica watched the ripples skeptically, every so often glancing at Mohinder, who appeared unaware that he was living in a cliché.
The tiny drip and splash of water hitting water seemed to echo through Mohinder’s apartment. Little droplets fell from the ceiling and into the plastic bucket on the kitchen table. Monica watched the ripples skeptically, every so often glancing at Mohinder, who appeared unaware that he was living in a cliché.
“I can fix that for you,” she said, cradling her tea in her palm (it was cheap, no-name chai from a local supermarket that held very little flavor without the assistance of three sugar packets).
“I don’t believe I put shingling on that iPod,” he replied. He was looking for a misplaced address among the mess of papers on his desk; his tone was only half-interested.
“Google’s been real helpful.” Monica set her mug down and stood up, observing the ceiling. “The other day I learned how to shave a cat by complete accident.”
“Then you might want to talk to Mrs. Davis next door,” he rambled. “Always complaining about clumps of hair, every single day.”
“Have you told your landlord about the leak?”
“Multiple times.” Apparently defeated, he cast a contemptuous look at his disheveled desk, sighed, and let his hands fall to his sides. “Since I moved in. I think I made a wise decision investing in a bucket.”
“That’s technology for you,” she smiled that smile, the one that told him he wasn’t paying attention to the normal things again. “There to make your life easier.”
Mohinder took her mug off the table and refilled it, handing it to her. She accepted gratefully and tried not to grimace at the unadulterated flavorlessness of it.
“He goes to church on Sunday,” Mohinder said with a hint of criticism, inherent in any scientist on the subject of religion. “You can fix it then - if you want to.”
She might not have, if he protested her leaning against him, back to his chest, like he used to. Instead, his arms wrapped around her waist and he relaxed. Three days was more than enough time to learn how to shingle - and to find out where to buy a decent box of tea.
Title: Multitalented
Pairing: Mohinder Suresh/Elle Bishop
Rating: PG
Summary: Elle’s presence demanded attention, but he’d learned quickly that it was simply too exhausting to give.
“Happy Birthday, Fight Club!” Elle chirped, peeking her head around the doorframe before flouncing in.
Mohinder did not look up from the computer screen. Elle’s presence demanded attention, but he’d learned quickly that it was simply too exhausting to give. “I would appreciate it if you’d stop calling me that.”
She stepped lightly on the balls of her feet, skipping up to his side. He tried to ignore her fingers fiddling with his hair. “Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday, Karate Kid? We could’ve gotten you a cake.”
“No thanks.” I only celebrate with friends was on his tongue, but there was no need to antagonize Elle. Distantly he wondered if she had birthday parties, and what they were like. Probably not too pleasant for anyone other than herself.
“C’mon,” she purred, hands falling down to his neck, running over his shoulders and chest. “If you could have one present, anything, what would it be?”
What he wanted most right then was to be alone and continue reading the Company’s files on interned evolved humans; what he wanted in the long run was to find a cure for these conditions, and ultimately a way to replicate them. He knew neither answer would satisfy her, so he went with a simple, “I suppose cake wouldn’t be bad.”
“How adventurous,” she drawled, and her lips pressed to his throat in a smile. Her arms formed a noose around him, and he could feel her breasts brush against his back. He couldn’t stop the tiny hitch in his breath. “But you’re a big boy now.” Her voice lowered to whisper. “Wouldn’t you like something a little more grown-up?”
His phone rang right then, and Elle’s sigh slithered over his skin. She released him and snatched up his phone as he was reaching for it.
“Doctor Boring’s office, how may I help you?”
Mohinder sank into his seat and debated adding “causes a constant need for cold showers” to Elle’s profile.
Title: Drip
Pairing: Mohinder Suresh/Monica Dawson
Rating: G
Summary: Monica watched the ripples skeptically, every so often glancing at Mohinder, who appeared unaware that he was living in a cliché.
The tiny drip and splash of water hitting water seemed to echo through Mohinder’s apartment. Little droplets fell from the ceiling and into the plastic bucket on the kitchen table. Monica watched the ripples skeptically, every so often glancing at Mohinder, who appeared unaware that he was living in a cliché.
“I can fix that for you,” she said, cradling her tea in her palm (it was cheap, no-name chai from a local supermarket that held very little flavor without the assistance of three sugar packets).
“I don’t believe I put shingling on that iPod,” he replied. He was looking for a misplaced address among the mess of papers on his desk; his tone was only half-interested.
“Google’s been real helpful.” Monica set her mug down and stood up, observing the ceiling. “The other day I learned how to shave a cat by complete accident.”
“Then you might want to talk to Mrs. Davis next door,” he rambled. “Always complaining about clumps of hair, every single day.”
“Have you told your landlord about the leak?”
“Multiple times.” Apparently defeated, he cast a contemptuous look at his disheveled desk, sighed, and let his hands fall to his sides. “Since I moved in. I think I made a wise decision investing in a bucket.”
“That’s technology for you,” she smiled that smile, the one that told him he wasn’t paying attention to the normal things again. “There to make your life easier.”
Mohinder took her mug off the table and refilled it, handing it to her. She accepted gratefully and tried not to grimace at the unadulterated flavorlessness of it.
“He goes to church on Sunday,” Mohinder said with a hint of criticism, inherent in any scientist on the subject of religion. “You can fix it then - if you want to.”
She might not have, if he protested her leaning against him, back to his chest, like he used to. Instead, his arms wrapped around her waist and he relaxed. Three days was more than enough time to learn how to shingle - and to find out where to buy a decent box of tea.
Title: Multitalented
Pairing: Mohinder Suresh/Elle Bishop
Rating: PG
Summary: Elle’s presence demanded attention, but he’d learned quickly that it was simply too exhausting to give.
“Happy Birthday, Fight Club!” Elle chirped, peeking her head around the doorframe before flouncing in.
Mohinder did not look up from the computer screen. Elle’s presence demanded attention, but he’d learned quickly that it was simply too exhausting to give. “I would appreciate it if you’d stop calling me that.”
She stepped lightly on the balls of her feet, skipping up to his side. He tried to ignore her fingers fiddling with his hair. “Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday, Karate Kid? We could’ve gotten you a cake.”
“No thanks.” I only celebrate with friends was on his tongue, but there was no need to antagonize Elle. Distantly he wondered if she had birthday parties, and what they were like. Probably not too pleasant for anyone other than herself.
“C’mon,” she purred, hands falling down to his neck, running over his shoulders and chest. “If you could have one present, anything, what would it be?”
What he wanted most right then was to be alone and continue reading the Company’s files on interned evolved humans; what he wanted in the long run was to find a cure for these conditions, and ultimately a way to replicate them. He knew neither answer would satisfy her, so he went with a simple, “I suppose cake wouldn’t be bad.”
“How adventurous,” she drawled, and her lips pressed to his throat in a smile. Her arms formed a noose around him, and he could feel her breasts brush against his back. He couldn’t stop the tiny hitch in his breath. “But you’re a big boy now.” Her voice lowered to whisper. “Wouldn’t you like something a little more grown-up?”
His phone rang right then, and Elle’s sigh slithered over his skin. She released him and snatched up his phone as he was reaching for it.
“Doctor Boring’s office, how may I help you?”
Mohinder sank into his seat and debated adding “causes a constant need for cold showers” to Elle’s profile.