"Like a Father and Daughter" (Mohinder, Molly)
Title: Like a Father and Daughter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC and Tim Kring.
Characters: Mohinder and Molly
Pairings: Implied Mohinder/Eden.
Word Count: 546
Spoilers: General series.
Summary: Mohinder has adopted Molly! And here is one of the games they play! Complete and utter fluff. :D
Author's Notes: For smeddley. Enjoy!
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Mohinder, trying to remember what games he’d played as a child, suggested hide-and-seek without thinking. Molly just laughed until he spotted the slightly obvious flaw.
“I like catch,” said the little girl. She was seated rather comfortably in Mohinder’s lap, swinging her legs, her warm head tucked under his chin. They weren’t rushing about, fighting for their lives, having to save people, having to save the world; they were just sitting in the quiet of his apartment, like a father and daughter after a long day. For the first time in months, he felt a sweet kind of peace.
“Well, would you like to play that?” Mohinder moved his head sideways so that he could look at her.
Molly slid off his lap, leaving a cold and slightly squashed spot, then span around and grinned at him. “I think I would!”
Thus the next ten minutes or so were spent in fruitless search for a ball of some sort, and Mohinder was starting to bite his lip and worry that he’d have to disappoint Molly when she straightened up triumphantly from one of his desk drawers.
“We can use this, can’t we, doctor Mohinder?”
She was holding up a wad of elastic bands, each stretched over the other to create a little ball.
Mohinder laughed and held out his hands.
Molly was a very good throw but a poor catch, especially when laughing - but then so was Mohinder, and so they balanced each other out. In hindsight, though, it was perhaps not the best idea to play such a lively game of catch in such a small apartment. Unfortunately, hindsight did not come knocking until he missed the rubber band ball for the tenth time and it ricocheted off the Map, taking a pin and a photo with it.
Molly put her hands to her mouth, eyes wide. “Sorry!”
“It’s not your fault!” Mohinder said quickly, not wanting to see her upset. He scooped up the pin and stared at the map, trying to find the hole it had left. Given the size of the thing, it was not an easy task.
He glanced sideways at Molly, but she shook her head. “It only works for people.”
Mohinder sighed a little, but Molly was quickly right next to him, pointing excitedly.
“Wait, wait, there it is!” Her index finger was pressed next to a little black hollow. “Right in… um…”
“…Djibouti?” read Mohinder, squinting at the badly-lit name.
Molly was beaming again, now that the problem was over. Her face was like a dimpled ray of sunlight.
“Mohinder, I’m hungry.”
They made macaroni cheese for dinner, with Molly on her tiptoes on a stool to help, and Mohinder was halfway finished before he realised why it was bringing a lump to his throat. Eden. Perhaps she could have been a mother to Molly - but she was dead, and Mohinder hadn’t been able to save her. He couldn’t change the past.
He looked over at Molly, who was wrestling with the cheese-grater but grinning happily. Her cheerful, dimpled face was like a soothing balm - and Mohinder smiled quietly in return, stepping sideways and placing his large hands over her soft ones, guiding them. He couldn’t change the past. But they had a whole future ahead of them.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC and Tim Kring.
Characters: Mohinder and Molly
Pairings: Implied Mohinder/Eden.
Word Count: 546
Spoilers: General series.
Summary: Mohinder has adopted Molly! And here is one of the games they play! Complete and utter fluff. :D
Author's Notes: For smeddley. Enjoy!
~
Mohinder, trying to remember what games he’d played as a child, suggested hide-and-seek without thinking. Molly just laughed until he spotted the slightly obvious flaw.
“I like catch,” said the little girl. She was seated rather comfortably in Mohinder’s lap, swinging her legs, her warm head tucked under his chin. They weren’t rushing about, fighting for their lives, having to save people, having to save the world; they were just sitting in the quiet of his apartment, like a father and daughter after a long day. For the first time in months, he felt a sweet kind of peace.
“Well, would you like to play that?” Mohinder moved his head sideways so that he could look at her.
Molly slid off his lap, leaving a cold and slightly squashed spot, then span around and grinned at him. “I think I would!”
Thus the next ten minutes or so were spent in fruitless search for a ball of some sort, and Mohinder was starting to bite his lip and worry that he’d have to disappoint Molly when she straightened up triumphantly from one of his desk drawers.
“We can use this, can’t we, doctor Mohinder?”
She was holding up a wad of elastic bands, each stretched over the other to create a little ball.
Mohinder laughed and held out his hands.
Molly was a very good throw but a poor catch, especially when laughing - but then so was Mohinder, and so they balanced each other out. In hindsight, though, it was perhaps not the best idea to play such a lively game of catch in such a small apartment. Unfortunately, hindsight did not come knocking until he missed the rubber band ball for the tenth time and it ricocheted off the Map, taking a pin and a photo with it.
Molly put her hands to her mouth, eyes wide. “Sorry!”
“It’s not your fault!” Mohinder said quickly, not wanting to see her upset. He scooped up the pin and stared at the map, trying to find the hole it had left. Given the size of the thing, it was not an easy task.
He glanced sideways at Molly, but she shook her head. “It only works for people.”
Mohinder sighed a little, but Molly was quickly right next to him, pointing excitedly.
“Wait, wait, there it is!” Her index finger was pressed next to a little black hollow. “Right in… um…”
“…Djibouti?” read Mohinder, squinting at the badly-lit name.
Molly was beaming again, now that the problem was over. Her face was like a dimpled ray of sunlight.
“Mohinder, I’m hungry.”
They made macaroni cheese for dinner, with Molly on her tiptoes on a stool to help, and Mohinder was halfway finished before he realised why it was bringing a lump to his throat. Eden. Perhaps she could have been a mother to Molly - but she was dead, and Mohinder hadn’t been able to save her. He couldn’t change the past.
He looked over at Molly, who was wrestling with the cheese-grater but grinning happily. Her cheerful, dimpled face was like a soothing balm - and Mohinder smiled quietly in return, stepping sideways and placing his large hands over her soft ones, guiding them. He couldn’t change the past. But they had a whole future ahead of them.