Written for the heroes_contest prompt late.

It was late at night, and for the first time in recent memory, Mohinder was home with Molly, while Matt was not. Mohinder was awake, under the pretext of having too much work to get down for sleep to be allowed. His ears strained, listening for footsteps in the hall outside, although why he even bothered was beyond his comprehension. The two men ( Read more... )

1) She can be extremely dense at times.
2) Bonding over being a murderer is not a good basis for a relationship.
3) Gab-Sylar wasn't lying about the people who kidnapped him and took his abilities away.
4) Mohinder won't let them do anything too horrible to her.
5) And he'll be there with her every step of the way.
6) Bonding over wanting to catch a ( Read more... )

Or, basically, the fanfiction I keep on forgetting I wrote, for no apparent reason.

“So…have you ever done this before?”
“Yes, a few times- before I was married. You?”
“Not really. I mean, I knew there was the possibility that I’d want to at some point, so I read about and stuff, but it’s all theoretical, not practical.”
“You know I’m not talking ( Read more... )

She’s not sure why she noticed him. He wasn’t standing out in anyway, not the center of a large crowd or shying away from it, simply off to the side a little, talking quietly to one of the teachers. But something about him screamed different. Something about him screamed “I’ve seen things the rest of you couldn’t even imagine.”

She made a point of ( Read more... )

( It isn't Matt's fault. )

( In which the House of M goes shopping for some very important things. )

( In which Molly is just that much more badass. )

Long before any of that became an issue, however, there was the follow-up FBI interview, which was a long-dreaded and rather nerve wracking affair, for many and various reasons.

We as a country had just narrowly dodged the eugenics bullet, you see. There had been a rather scary period, just after the bank in Montana had been robbed and the existence ( Read more... )

I got through the perfunctory FBI interview/statement-taking session (which more or less went “How did you recognize Sylar?” “I’m pretty sure it has something to do with me watching him murder my parents when I was eight. Bit difficult to forget.” “…ah. Right.” I’m paraphrasing, of course.) and to the hospital while still everything was still in a ( Read more... )