Fic Commentary: Listening
So I totally did not forget the other fic commentaries I owed people. I've just been...distracted, I suppose. BUT. I will get to them all. Eventually.
In any case, cruiscin_lan asked for one of my Mohell fic "Listening", so that's what she'll get.
Okay, so I wanted to write Mohelle for a while, because they’re awkward and fun. But then when I write them? Angst. Good job me. This was my first Mohelle fic though, and despite the deviation from what I originally wanted to write, I like it. It has my favorite sort of fic situation: what if this had happened instead of [insert canon event]? I was really nervous writing it though, I thought for sure I was going to get Mohinder’s voice wrong.
Mohinder took a deep breath as he made his way to the cell Arthur had sent him to. He was surprised by the order, as he had assumed that his research was on top of Arthur’s list of priorities. Apparently, whoever was in here, they were important. Or powerful. Or probably both. I figure even if Arthur wasn’t a total Sylar/Elle fangirl, he’d still want to get Elle “fixed” as she’d be a useful tool, both with her powers and Company training.
He opened the door carefully, surprised by the complete lack of light in the room. This was worse than a cell, it was practically like a dungeon. Seriously, the room they kept Elle in was kind of horrible Why would they keep someone in this sort of environment?“Hello?” He called out carefully.
And before he heard any sort of verbal response, he heard a familiar crackle of electricity. He took a cautious step closer to the figure there on the ground. Though it had been a while, he knew who it was without even getting a closer look. How many petite blondes in the world could control blue sparks? I’m guessing, not many
“Elle?”
And finally, she spoke, her voice sounder weaker, more fragile than he remembered it being from back when they worked together at the Company. “…Suresh? What are you doing here?” So, I had to go rewatch their scenes from Season 2 to remember if she called him Suresh or Mohinder when she isn’t calling him Fight Club. Cause I hate getting stuff like that wrong
“I’m here to check up on you. I’ve heard you’ve had trouble controlling your power lately. I’m supposed to be finding out why that is.” If Heroes doesn’t care that he’s not a medical doctor, why should I?
Elle flinched as her body began to spark wildly, a low whimper escaping her lips. It was so strange, seeing the sharp shooter he had once known seem so weak now. I had to keep myself from saying it was shocking to see her that way
“What happened to you Elle?” He asked carefully, grabbing her wrist carefully to take her pulse. If Heroes can pretend that being a geneticist means you have medical training, I can pretend that too. Or something. I don’t know Once she started sparking again though, he had to drop it, frowning. How was he supposed to help her when he couldn’t even touch her without getting hurt?
“What didn’t happen to me?” Her voice was sharp, and bitter. Once again, blue sparks enveloped her and she cried out, curling up in a tighter ball. “Sylar killed my father, and he tried to kill me. But I short circuited, but stopping him wasn’t good enough, since I accidently let out all of these other killers, all of which are much more easily caught than Sylar, but try telling that to Mama Petrelli. She threw me out, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do. And then my powers started malfunctioning, and I came here, and they locked me up like some beast. All I want is the pain to go away. Everything hurts.” Her voice sounded choked up. To sum it up, Elle wasn’t have a good week. Or you know, a good life for that matter. She really did kind of get the shit end of the stick in life, the more I think about it. It makes me sad. Maybe this is why I have trouble writing nonangst fic involving her. Or something. I don’t know
“I don’t know how to help you Elle, but I swear, I’ll find a way to get you better One thing that bothered me about Volume 3 was that they seemed to forget Mohinder’s need to try to help everyone, and not just himself. I tried to rectify that a little, as that’s one of my favorite things about his character. I’m trying to find a cure for the side effects of my own po-“
Elle cut him off, turning her face to look up at him. “Since when did you get powers, Fight Club?” I wanted to show that even though she was really messed up at the moment, she still had some of her bite to her.
Mohinder couldn’t help but smile a little at that comment. That was the Elle he knew. “I thought I had a formula perfected to give people powers….but it wasn’t quite ready yet. That’s why I’m here, at Pinehearst, to try to prefect things.” He paused for a moment. “Perhaps it’s best it is so dark in here. I doubt you’d like to look at me much right now.” Don’t worry Mohinder, your hair was still pretty!
As soon as he said that she held a hand up, letting it crackle with electricity to light up his face. She brought her other hand up, letting it brush against the scales. “Now you’re a monster, just like me.” A little twist on what she had said to Sylar, and different context.
Mohinder stared at her at the comment. There were so many things he wanted to argue about it. Just because he looked monstrous now…it didn’t mean he was really turning into a monster, right? Oh the fly!Momo. Still one of the crazier storylines of Volume 3, but I couldn’t really ignore it He had done some things he wasn’t proud of, but those were merely the side effects of his power. As soon as he got the formula perfected, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that. He’d never cocoon anyone up again. But he didn’t say any of that. He kept it to himself, instead, merely saying. “I never saw you as a monster, Elle.”
“But I am,” She muttered, crying out in pain as her body shocked itself once more. “If I hadn’t been so selfish, so determined to keep my own job, save my own skin, I could have stopped Sylar, helped him so the only person he had ever killed was Brian Davis.” Another shock and a cry of pain before she continued. “If it weren’t for me, your father would probably still be alive, Suresh. Mine too.” Your dad may have been a jerk, but he was still her dad. It does kind of bug me how quickly she got over his death canonly, considering what a central part he played in her life
He didn’t know what to do with all of this information. It was a lot to take in. He hadn’t even known Bob had died, though that probably explained part of what was going on with Elle.I don’t figure he gets the Company newsletter anymore, somehow, so he probably didn’t know Bob was dead It seemed like her issue was more psychosomatic than anything else. Which made it much more difficult to fix. “What do you mean, you could have stopped him?” He asked softly.
“I could have left him to hang. I didn’t have to bring Trevor over as a sacrificial lamb. I could have said fuck it to the company and just left him alone, but I didn’t do any of those things. I goaded him on; I pushed him to kill again.” The shocks that were assaulting her body were becoming more frequent as her words became more strained. Her psychological pain increasingly as she talks more about her psychological pain. I’m sure you all saw what I did there “Maybe I should have let him kill me.”
“No.” Mohinder shook his head. “It’s not your fault. Even if you…as you said, goaded him on, the choice to kill was always his own. Perhaps you should have done things differently, but it’s not your fault.” He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, trying to ignore the pain from her sparks. “I’m sorry to hear about your father. I know painful that can be.” I think even though she had sort of played a hand in the death of his father, Mohinder wouldn’t blame her for it. But that’s just me.
“…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, Suresh. Daddy had everything planned, and now he’s not here, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Because really, what has Elle learned about standing on her own two feet? Sadly, not much.
Though he couldn’t see much, from the sound of her voice, that choked up, clogged up tone, he knew she was probably crying. “You live Elle. That’s all any of us can do. We can live and try to make better choices then we have in the past. You can’t change what’s already happened, but you can change what will happen.” Despite how WOE IS ME, I’M A MONSTER Mohinder’s been in the show lately, I like to think that at his core, he believes in people. You know, unless they’re like….Sylar
“Do you really think so?” Her voice perked up just a little as the sparks began to die down.
“I certainly hope so, at the very least.” He replied with a small laugh.
“The pain…it’s gone…thank you.” Oh snap, using a line from the show
Mohinder blinked a little in confusion. “What did I do?”
“You listened.”
I debated writing more, but that seemed like a good place to stop. Originally, I had planned on writing something more blatantly shippy, but then it went in a totally other direction. And if they had kissed or something, I think it would have kind of cheapened the connection and moment made. If that makes any sense at all. So I left it at that. Man, I kind of want to write more Mohelle now.
In any case, cruiscin_lan asked for one of my Mohell fic "Listening", so that's what she'll get.
Okay, so I wanted to write Mohelle for a while, because they’re awkward and fun. But then when I write them? Angst. Good job me. This was my first Mohelle fic though, and despite the deviation from what I originally wanted to write, I like it. It has my favorite sort of fic situation: what if this had happened instead of [insert canon event]? I was really nervous writing it though, I thought for sure I was going to get Mohinder’s voice wrong.
Mohinder took a deep breath as he made his way to the cell Arthur had sent him to. He was surprised by the order, as he had assumed that his research was on top of Arthur’s list of priorities. Apparently, whoever was in here, they were important. Or powerful. Or probably both. I figure even if Arthur wasn’t a total Sylar/Elle fangirl, he’d still want to get Elle “fixed” as she’d be a useful tool, both with her powers and Company training.
He opened the door carefully, surprised by the complete lack of light in the room. This was worse than a cell, it was practically like a dungeon. Seriously, the room they kept Elle in was kind of horrible Why would they keep someone in this sort of environment?“Hello?” He called out carefully.
And before he heard any sort of verbal response, he heard a familiar crackle of electricity. He took a cautious step closer to the figure there on the ground. Though it had been a while, he knew who it was without even getting a closer look. How many petite blondes in the world could control blue sparks? I’m guessing, not many
“Elle?”
And finally, she spoke, her voice sounder weaker, more fragile than he remembered it being from back when they worked together at the Company. “…Suresh? What are you doing here?” So, I had to go rewatch their scenes from Season 2 to remember if she called him Suresh or Mohinder when she isn’t calling him Fight Club. Cause I hate getting stuff like that wrong
“I’m here to check up on you. I’ve heard you’ve had trouble controlling your power lately. I’m supposed to be finding out why that is.” If Heroes doesn’t care that he’s not a medical doctor, why should I?
Elle flinched as her body began to spark wildly, a low whimper escaping her lips. It was so strange, seeing the sharp shooter he had once known seem so weak now. I had to keep myself from saying it was shocking to see her that way
“What happened to you Elle?” He asked carefully, grabbing her wrist carefully to take her pulse. If Heroes can pretend that being a geneticist means you have medical training, I can pretend that too. Or something. I don’t know Once she started sparking again though, he had to drop it, frowning. How was he supposed to help her when he couldn’t even touch her without getting hurt?
“What didn’t happen to me?” Her voice was sharp, and bitter. Once again, blue sparks enveloped her and she cried out, curling up in a tighter ball. “Sylar killed my father, and he tried to kill me. But I short circuited, but stopping him wasn’t good enough, since I accidently let out all of these other killers, all of which are much more easily caught than Sylar, but try telling that to Mama Petrelli. She threw me out, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do. And then my powers started malfunctioning, and I came here, and they locked me up like some beast. All I want is the pain to go away. Everything hurts.” Her voice sounded choked up. To sum it up, Elle wasn’t have a good week. Or you know, a good life for that matter. She really did kind of get the shit end of the stick in life, the more I think about it. It makes me sad. Maybe this is why I have trouble writing nonangst fic involving her. Or something. I don’t know
“I don’t know how to help you Elle, but I swear, I’ll find a way to get you better One thing that bothered me about Volume 3 was that they seemed to forget Mohinder’s need to try to help everyone, and not just himself. I tried to rectify that a little, as that’s one of my favorite things about his character. I’m trying to find a cure for the side effects of my own po-“
Elle cut him off, turning her face to look up at him. “Since when did you get powers, Fight Club?” I wanted to show that even though she was really messed up at the moment, she still had some of her bite to her.
Mohinder couldn’t help but smile a little at that comment. That was the Elle he knew. “I thought I had a formula perfected to give people powers….but it wasn’t quite ready yet. That’s why I’m here, at Pinehearst, to try to prefect things.” He paused for a moment. “Perhaps it’s best it is so dark in here. I doubt you’d like to look at me much right now.” Don’t worry Mohinder, your hair was still pretty!
As soon as he said that she held a hand up, letting it crackle with electricity to light up his face. She brought her other hand up, letting it brush against the scales. “Now you’re a monster, just like me.” A little twist on what she had said to Sylar, and different context.
Mohinder stared at her at the comment. There were so many things he wanted to argue about it. Just because he looked monstrous now…it didn’t mean he was really turning into a monster, right? Oh the fly!Momo. Still one of the crazier storylines of Volume 3, but I couldn’t really ignore it He had done some things he wasn’t proud of, but those were merely the side effects of his power. As soon as he got the formula perfected, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything like that. He’d never cocoon anyone up again. But he didn’t say any of that. He kept it to himself, instead, merely saying. “I never saw you as a monster, Elle.”
“But I am,” She muttered, crying out in pain as her body shocked itself once more. “If I hadn’t been so selfish, so determined to keep my own job, save my own skin, I could have stopped Sylar, helped him so the only person he had ever killed was Brian Davis.” Another shock and a cry of pain before she continued. “If it weren’t for me, your father would probably still be alive, Suresh. Mine too.” Your dad may have been a jerk, but he was still her dad. It does kind of bug me how quickly she got over his death canonly, considering what a central part he played in her life
He didn’t know what to do with all of this information. It was a lot to take in. He hadn’t even known Bob had died, though that probably explained part of what was going on with Elle.I don’t figure he gets the Company newsletter anymore, somehow, so he probably didn’t know Bob was dead It seemed like her issue was more psychosomatic than anything else. Which made it much more difficult to fix. “What do you mean, you could have stopped him?” He asked softly.
“I could have left him to hang. I didn’t have to bring Trevor over as a sacrificial lamb. I could have said fuck it to the company and just left him alone, but I didn’t do any of those things. I goaded him on; I pushed him to kill again.” The shocks that were assaulting her body were becoming more frequent as her words became more strained. Her psychological pain increasingly as she talks more about her psychological pain. I’m sure you all saw what I did there “Maybe I should have let him kill me.”
“No.” Mohinder shook his head. “It’s not your fault. Even if you…as you said, goaded him on, the choice to kill was always his own. Perhaps you should have done things differently, but it’s not your fault.” He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, trying to ignore the pain from her sparks. “I’m sorry to hear about your father. I know painful that can be.” I think even though she had sort of played a hand in the death of his father, Mohinder wouldn’t blame her for it. But that’s just me.
“…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, Suresh. Daddy had everything planned, and now he’s not here, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Because really, what has Elle learned about standing on her own two feet? Sadly, not much.
Though he couldn’t see much, from the sound of her voice, that choked up, clogged up tone, he knew she was probably crying. “You live Elle. That’s all any of us can do. We can live and try to make better choices then we have in the past. You can’t change what’s already happened, but you can change what will happen.” Despite how WOE IS ME, I’M A MONSTER Mohinder’s been in the show lately, I like to think that at his core, he believes in people. You know, unless they’re like….Sylar
“Do you really think so?” Her voice perked up just a little as the sparks began to die down.
“I certainly hope so, at the very least.” He replied with a small laugh.
“The pain…it’s gone…thank you.” Oh snap, using a line from the show
Mohinder blinked a little in confusion. “What did I do?”
“You listened.”
I debated writing more, but that seemed like a good place to stop. Originally, I had planned on writing something more blatantly shippy, but then it went in a totally other direction. And if they had kissed or something, I think it would have kind of cheapened the connection and moment made. If that makes any sense at all. So I left it at that. Man, I kind of want to write more Mohelle now.