Partnership - Heroes - Maya/Mohinder
Title: Partnership
Pairing: pre-Maya/Mohinder
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 25_streetsigns prompt 'Share The Road'. Spoilers for the S2 finale.
Summary: "He tangles his fingers with hers and feels the way she trembles with grief and disgust. "Together," he confirms."
She sits in his kitchen like a ghost, her breathing so quiet and shallow that he could be fooled into believing that it wasn't there at all. Rather fitting, he supposes - without the aid of Claire's blood, she wouldn't be there at all. Maya hasn't looked up since she sat down, not once, and blood still stains the bright colours of her clothes.
Mohinder tries to force his thoughts to other matters - like where Matt is and why isn't Niki answering her cell phone? Like what happened to Elle and is Molly ever going to get over this? His little girl has enough nightmares to keep her occupied without today's events adding to it. He can't protect her; the sound of her scream is carved into his mind to remind him over, over, over again of his failure as a father.
His thoughts have been avoiding the one issue he should have been thinking about, have been trying to latch onto any other subject than that one, but when Maya looks up from the table top she pierces to his core. "Sylar killed my brother," she says. Her voice quakes and his skin itches and he can only hope, desperately, that her eyes won't go black. "And he's still out there, Mohinder. He could kill again."
How many more people will die before they stop him for good? How many other people's brothers, their fathers, their mothers? How many other lives can Sylar be allowed to ruin?
Mohinder meets her eyes, forcing himself to be as strong as she is. They were both betrayed by this monster: she knows what he's been through. "We're going to stop him," he states - and they will, he believes that without a single doubt. "I assure you - we will stop him."
"We?" she repeats, and despite the unspilled tears in her eyes she nods confidently. "Together?"
Maybe he's being too rash, too trusting, too believing - too naïve - but Mohinder smiles for her. When she reaches for his hand to cling on tightly like she might drift away if she lets go, he allows it. He tangles his fingers with hers and feels the way she trembles with grief and disgust. "Together," he confirms.
Sylar won't know what's hit him.
Pairing: pre-Maya/Mohinder
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 25_streetsigns prompt 'Share The Road'. Spoilers for the S2 finale.
Summary: "He tangles his fingers with hers and feels the way she trembles with grief and disgust. "Together," he confirms."
She sits in his kitchen like a ghost, her breathing so quiet and shallow that he could be fooled into believing that it wasn't there at all. Rather fitting, he supposes - without the aid of Claire's blood, she wouldn't be there at all. Maya hasn't looked up since she sat down, not once, and blood still stains the bright colours of her clothes.
Mohinder tries to force his thoughts to other matters - like where Matt is and why isn't Niki answering her cell phone? Like what happened to Elle and is Molly ever going to get over this? His little girl has enough nightmares to keep her occupied without today's events adding to it. He can't protect her; the sound of her scream is carved into his mind to remind him over, over, over again of his failure as a father.
His thoughts have been avoiding the one issue he should have been thinking about, have been trying to latch onto any other subject than that one, but when Maya looks up from the table top she pierces to his core. "Sylar killed my brother," she says. Her voice quakes and his skin itches and he can only hope, desperately, that her eyes won't go black. "And he's still out there, Mohinder. He could kill again."
How many more people will die before they stop him for good? How many other people's brothers, their fathers, their mothers? How many other lives can Sylar be allowed to ruin?
Mohinder meets her eyes, forcing himself to be as strong as she is. They were both betrayed by this monster: she knows what he's been through. "We're going to stop him," he states - and they will, he believes that without a single doubt. "I assure you - we will stop him."
"We?" she repeats, and despite the unspilled tears in her eyes she nods confidently. "Together?"
Maybe he's being too rash, too trusting, too believing - too naïve - but Mohinder smiles for her. When she reaches for his hand to cling on tightly like she might drift away if she lets go, he allows it. He tangles his fingers with hers and feels the way she trembles with grief and disgust. "Together," he confirms.
Sylar won't know what's hit him.