"Three Months," Molly, Mohinder, G
Title - Three Months
Rating - G
Characters- Molly, Mohinder
Originally Posted - May 25, 2007
Challenge - heroes15 10. Heal
Spoilers/Warnings - Up through 1.21 "The Hard Part"
Summary - The night is dark and the only star that shines is one of paper and crayon pinned above him - guiding him to the answer he seeks.
Disclaimer - Not mine!
For fading_spark for being awesome and writing and vidding this pairing in her usual amazing way!
Sweat beads on her forehead, and she shakes in cold even as the hand on her head burns hot. Her small eyes open and close irregularly, and he pushes harder and harder to find out how he can cure her; it should be easy - he has interpreted all his father’s clues and notes and sayings up until now. Why does his luck fail him now? Now that he has to save a life.
Late into the night he works, her bodying shaking, sweating and shivering until he thinks that if she does not open her eyes soon she may be dead, and he’ll have failed her: just like he failed Peter and Zane. The night is dark and the only star that shines is one of paper and crayon pinned above him - guiding him to the answer he seeks.
The blood cells float before his eyes for the tenth time, a dizzying mass of red, white and pink, and the picture of his family is pinned on the board next to the star Molly drew and the faint beeping from her room warms his heart and chills his mind, each beep is a second without a cure, a second less he has.
He stares at the picture, frustration and fear gnawing away his confidence; he promised to protect her, save her from a virus no one has ever seen or known. The picture of a smiling mother, protective father and happy sister smiles down on him, and he wonders how quickly it all changed - three months after the picture…
Three months, and it all makes sense. Three months, and Shanti would have been saved; three months and he was born, three months and the world would be different, his life, his destiny, his past, his future.
But there is no three months now; just three seconds, three minutes, three hours, and he has the cure. He saves the life he always should have (as he mourns the one he never could), and his failures from the past pale with each second that passes when she smiles, laughs and heals.
Molly Walker heals in the face of her death, and Mohinder Suresh triumphs in the face of his failures, and destiny smiles in their darkest hour.
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Rating - G
Characters- Molly, Mohinder
Originally Posted - May 25, 2007
Challenge - heroes15 10. Heal
Spoilers/Warnings - Up through 1.21 "The Hard Part"
Summary - The night is dark and the only star that shines is one of paper and crayon pinned above him - guiding him to the answer he seeks.
Disclaimer - Not mine!
For fading_spark for being awesome and writing and vidding this pairing in her usual amazing way!
Sweat beads on her forehead, and she shakes in cold even as the hand on her head burns hot. Her small eyes open and close irregularly, and he pushes harder and harder to find out how he can cure her; it should be easy - he has interpreted all his father’s clues and notes and sayings up until now. Why does his luck fail him now? Now that he has to save a life.
Late into the night he works, her bodying shaking, sweating and shivering until he thinks that if she does not open her eyes soon she may be dead, and he’ll have failed her: just like he failed Peter and Zane. The night is dark and the only star that shines is one of paper and crayon pinned above him - guiding him to the answer he seeks.
The blood cells float before his eyes for the tenth time, a dizzying mass of red, white and pink, and the picture of his family is pinned on the board next to the star Molly drew and the faint beeping from her room warms his heart and chills his mind, each beep is a second without a cure, a second less he has.
He stares at the picture, frustration and fear gnawing away his confidence; he promised to protect her, save her from a virus no one has ever seen or known. The picture of a smiling mother, protective father and happy sister smiles down on him, and he wonders how quickly it all changed - three months after the picture…
Three months, and it all makes sense. Three months, and Shanti would have been saved; three months and he was born, three months and the world would be different, his life, his destiny, his past, his future.
But there is no three months now; just three seconds, three minutes, three hours, and he has the cure. He saves the life he always should have (as he mourns the one he never could), and his failures from the past pale with each second that passes when she smiles, laughs and heals.
Molly Walker heals in the face of her death, and Mohinder Suresh triumphs in the face of his failures, and destiny smiles in their darkest hour.
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