[FANFIC] First, Do No Harm
Title: First, Do No Harm
Author/Artist: thewaterbandit
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Peter Petrelli, Dr. Mohinder Suresh, Matt Parkman
Rating: U
Warnings: Heroes
Summary: Mohinder and Peter talk medicine, ridiculous situations, and heroic influences.
Mohinder Suresh, Peter Petrelli & Matt Parkman
Costa Verde, California
The motel room was no different from a thousand others that Mohinder had seen since he came to this country. Plain walls, ugly modern art, hard beds. Still, he thought to himself as he set out the sedatives that they would need later, it was better than a Company cell. Or wherever they were taking people like him now.
He unwrapped the pack of sedatives that had been in the combat vest Peter had taken from the government operatives that had chased them down and arranged them on the cheap plastic tray that had formerly been used for the motel's tea and coffee making facilities. Mohinder sighed. He was really only killing time until Matt got back from getting food- pizza, probably, the former cop always got that when he had the choice- and they could eat and go out and drug Noah Bennett. The ridiculousness of the situation hit him and he laughed suddenly. Peter turned from the window where he'd been watching for government agents.
"You okay?"
"I'm sorry." Mohinder held back a giggle. "This is all just so ridiculous." he indicated the tray in front of him. "Here I am, a perfectly respectable professor of genetics, getting ready to drug and kidnap a government agent. Who, let's not forget, is chasing me because I and my friends have superpowers."
He shrugged and laughed some more, though this time it had a bitter undertone.
"Of course, it'd be funnier if I hadn't already half-turned myself into a lizard trying to get superpowers in the first place." The scientist looked down at his work and frowned. "Or actually knew how to drug someone properly."
Peter walked over to where his friend was sitting.
'You don't really know how to do that?"
"Of course not! I'm a professor of genetics!" It felt liberating to finally tell someone that he had no idea what he was doing. "I mean, I had a part-time job at a clinic when I was at university, and the Company gave me some basic medical training-" and he'd never quite worked out why, really- "But I'm a doctor of genes, not people. Everyone just sees 'Doctor Suresh' and assumes-" he paused. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. It's been... weird. For all of us-"
"No, it's okay." Peter looked over his shoulder at the sedatives. "You know, I think I got this one. You go over to the window and keep watch."
Mohinder got up and looked at Peter incredulously.
"You think you can do it?"
"Sure." Peter started sorting through the drugs, eyeballing the measurements. "I was a hospice nurse, remember? I used to fix medication for patients all the time."
Mohinder moved to the window and leaned on the sill. The parking lot was brightly lit, but the world outside of it was almost totally dark. Only the cars driving past and the lights of the buildings in the distance gave any indication that there were other people, other lives existing beyond them. People who had never heard of Pinehearst, or the Company, or Sylar.
"I don't suppose Arthur was pleased when his son became a nurse." Mohinder said absently, before realising that he'd probably just said the worst possible thing he could have to Peter besides 'So, how's Caitlin doing these days?'. He looked over at his friend nervously, but Peter didn't look up.
"He wasn't pleased at all." he replied, his voice that meditative, easy tone of someone doing engaging work. "But I didn't really care what he thought. Still don't. I wanted to help people." He looked up. "You know, when I was a kid I was obsessed with Spiderman. He lived in New York, we had the same first name..."
Mohinder looked baffled.
"We were both called Peter." Peter explained. "Anyway, when I was nine I decided that I had superpowers. I can't really remember what convinced me, but you know when you're a kid the difference between real and imaginary stuff isn't so big. So I climbed to the top if the summerhouse with a string webshooter I'd built myself, and jumped off." It was Peter's turn to laugh. "I broke my arm. And while I was in bed, I just wished that I could be different. Stronger. Faster. With flight, or laser beams, or able to climb walls- just something that would stop me being this dorky kid who got sat on by my brother every other day. To try and cheer me up, my mom got me some comics- but she messed up and got me Batman. I read it anyway, and I realised that I didn't need to be special to be a hero. Batman wasn't, and Superman asked him for help! So I decided that I was gonna try and help people. When I got older, I decided that nursing was probably the best option."
He sat back from the tray with a satisfied look on his face. Mohinder could see that the drugs they needed were set out into neat piles, ready to be planted into Bennett's drink.
"You and I both know that these powers aren't what makes us special. Nathan's got totally the wrong idea in more ways than one. And I-"
Peter was interrupted by a knock on the door. Three short taps, then a pause, then a fourth- the agreed signal. He got up and let Matt in.
"I got pizza!" Matt held up the boxes triumphantly. He spotted the tray. "Oh, you got it all ready. Good job, Mohinder."
Mohinder and Peter exchanged glances.
"You know what?" said Peter. 'I'm starving. Let's just eat and forget about Bennett for a bit. We'll have plenty of time to think about him later."
Author/Artist: thewaterbandit
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Peter Petrelli, Dr. Mohinder Suresh, Matt Parkman
Rating: U
Warnings: Heroes
Summary: Mohinder and Peter talk medicine, ridiculous situations, and heroic influences.
Mohinder Suresh, Peter Petrelli & Matt Parkman
Costa Verde, California
The motel room was no different from a thousand others that Mohinder had seen since he came to this country. Plain walls, ugly modern art, hard beds. Still, he thought to himself as he set out the sedatives that they would need later, it was better than a Company cell. Or wherever they were taking people like him now.
He unwrapped the pack of sedatives that had been in the combat vest Peter had taken from the government operatives that had chased them down and arranged them on the cheap plastic tray that had formerly been used for the motel's tea and coffee making facilities. Mohinder sighed. He was really only killing time until Matt got back from getting food- pizza, probably, the former cop always got that when he had the choice- and they could eat and go out and drug Noah Bennett. The ridiculousness of the situation hit him and he laughed suddenly. Peter turned from the window where he'd been watching for government agents.
"You okay?"
"I'm sorry." Mohinder held back a giggle. "This is all just so ridiculous." he indicated the tray in front of him. "Here I am, a perfectly respectable professor of genetics, getting ready to drug and kidnap a government agent. Who, let's not forget, is chasing me because I and my friends have superpowers."
He shrugged and laughed some more, though this time it had a bitter undertone.
"Of course, it'd be funnier if I hadn't already half-turned myself into a lizard trying to get superpowers in the first place." The scientist looked down at his work and frowned. "Or actually knew how to drug someone properly."
Peter walked over to where his friend was sitting.
'You don't really know how to do that?"
"Of course not! I'm a professor of genetics!" It felt liberating to finally tell someone that he had no idea what he was doing. "I mean, I had a part-time job at a clinic when I was at university, and the Company gave me some basic medical training-" and he'd never quite worked out why, really- "But I'm a doctor of genes, not people. Everyone just sees 'Doctor Suresh' and assumes-" he paused. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. It's been... weird. For all of us-"
"No, it's okay." Peter looked over his shoulder at the sedatives. "You know, I think I got this one. You go over to the window and keep watch."
Mohinder got up and looked at Peter incredulously.
"You think you can do it?"
"Sure." Peter started sorting through the drugs, eyeballing the measurements. "I was a hospice nurse, remember? I used to fix medication for patients all the time."
Mohinder moved to the window and leaned on the sill. The parking lot was brightly lit, but the world outside of it was almost totally dark. Only the cars driving past and the lights of the buildings in the distance gave any indication that there were other people, other lives existing beyond them. People who had never heard of Pinehearst, or the Company, or Sylar.
"I don't suppose Arthur was pleased when his son became a nurse." Mohinder said absently, before realising that he'd probably just said the worst possible thing he could have to Peter besides 'So, how's Caitlin doing these days?'. He looked over at his friend nervously, but Peter didn't look up.
"He wasn't pleased at all." he replied, his voice that meditative, easy tone of someone doing engaging work. "But I didn't really care what he thought. Still don't. I wanted to help people." He looked up. "You know, when I was a kid I was obsessed with Spiderman. He lived in New York, we had the same first name..."
Mohinder looked baffled.
"We were both called Peter." Peter explained. "Anyway, when I was nine I decided that I had superpowers. I can't really remember what convinced me, but you know when you're a kid the difference between real and imaginary stuff isn't so big. So I climbed to the top if the summerhouse with a string webshooter I'd built myself, and jumped off." It was Peter's turn to laugh. "I broke my arm. And while I was in bed, I just wished that I could be different. Stronger. Faster. With flight, or laser beams, or able to climb walls- just something that would stop me being this dorky kid who got sat on by my brother every other day. To try and cheer me up, my mom got me some comics- but she messed up and got me Batman. I read it anyway, and I realised that I didn't need to be special to be a hero. Batman wasn't, and Superman asked him for help! So I decided that I was gonna try and help people. When I got older, I decided that nursing was probably the best option."
He sat back from the tray with a satisfied look on his face. Mohinder could see that the drugs they needed were set out into neat piles, ready to be planted into Bennett's drink.
"You and I both know that these powers aren't what makes us special. Nathan's got totally the wrong idea in more ways than one. And I-"
Peter was interrupted by a knock on the door. Three short taps, then a pause, then a fourth- the agreed signal. He got up and let Matt in.
"I got pizza!" Matt held up the boxes triumphantly. He spotted the tray. "Oh, you got it all ready. Good job, Mohinder."
Mohinder and Peter exchanged glances.
"You know what?" said Peter. 'I'm starving. Let's just eat and forget about Bennett for a bit. We'll have plenty of time to think about him later."