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09 October 2007 @ 02:49 pm
Matthinder = my new OTP.

I feel the need to write a drabble............

Mohinder came back after midnight. After peeking in to see if Molly was all right (her nightmares did not seem to be plaguing her at that very moment-- thank goodness for small favors), he headed into the kitchen to make a late-night sandwich. He was halfway through spreading the peanut butter when a sudden growling noise made him jump.

Matt was in an easy chair, snoring away. His hair and shirt were rumpled; he looked like he had stumbled in off a late-night beat and dropped off. His head was angled forward, giving him the illusion of having double chins. Somehow he looked older and larger there in sleep than he looked during the daylight. He looked like an old, musty, familiar pile of laundry: soft, limp, yet somehow comforting. There was even a smidge of drool on the bottom of his lip.

A breeze blew in through an open window, and he shivered in his sleep. Mohinder felt a sudden urge to find a blanket to put around the snoozing cop. He took a step forward and then stopped, his keen observation suddenly turned on himself. He had been scrutinizing Matt as he slept. Memorizing him, even. What an odd thing to be doing. What was it that fascinated him so about this (at least outwardly) very ordinary man in this very ordinary place? The question prickled at the back of his ears, and he moved toward the sleeping man again, crouching before him so he could look up into the languid face.

There was something warm about this scene, Mohinder thought to himself. Here he was, an academic, a man of reason and economy, not passion. And yet he'd been playing house these for four months, pretending this was his family, and he'd been thoroughly enjoying it. A lot of that was due to this man. Matt was infinitely more intuitive as a father than Mohinder was. (Well, Matt was going to be a father for real, albeit to a woman he had not seen in a month. But perhaps it was hormonal.) But during the months Mohinder had worked with Molly, he had not really developed a relationship with her until Matt had stepped in. Somehow the addition of Matt made things seem sunnier-- more real-- more human. Somehow Matt made Mohinder more human.

Inexplicably, Mohinder remembered Peter Petrelli. When he had first met him, Peter had been the very definition of a wild-eyed, idealistic child. So excited about the things he knew he could do and so sure that destiny had a grand role for him to play. He came off as a madman, and that's what Mohinder had thought he was. But there had been a thrill in the air surrounding Peter, an aura that buzzed and jittered around him in inaudible bursts of music. It was completely unscientific. And Mohinder had been fascinated by it as well.

He wasn't a stupid man, nor was he a bigot. Mohinder knew very well that it had been attraction. To the possibility that Peter presented, of course, but also to Peter himself. Mohinder recalled with a blush how Peter's face had come into his mind during his moments of weakness, alone in an unfamiliar city facing an unfamiliar future. The tension that the childlike face, with its bright eyes and its buzzing aura, created in him. It was a reservoir of fantasy that had to be periodically drained if Mohinder was going to be able to keep his head around the genuine article.

And here was a completely different man, one whose experiences had washed the idealism out of him. Matt would never again be a child; he was most certainly a man, one who had seen blood and death and abandonment and unfairness, one who carried the scars of those experiences. But his aura, too, was alive. With something that Mohinder wanted to drink up and soak in. Something that was good for him, that would make him glow if he learned how to use it.

Matt mumbled in his sleep, and the drop of drool hung precariously from his lip. Mohinder reached out and brushed it away. Matt's lips were warm to the touch, but somehow the contact made Mohinder shiver. As he wiped his hand on his worn jeans and got up, a thought occurred to him that made him grin. Tickled, he murmured it aloud to himself.

"Perhaps I'm herosexual."
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(Anonymous) on October 9th, 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)
"Perhaps I'm herosexual."

OMG. You own the internet.
plotbunny_tiff: butterfly womanplotbunny_tiff on October 9th, 2007 08:56 pm (UTC)
I found this fic...through a long complicated pattern via hero_fic. Anyway...this was brilliant, it really was. It socked me in the heart.

"Perhaps I'm herosexual"

I wish, deep in my soul, that I had written that line. ::claps for you::
AQ aka Syredronning: trio_2syredronning on October 9th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Herosexual....dies laughing! Yo!
flwrpwr_vampyreflwrpwr_vampyre on October 9th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
I love the last line! That does seem to be Mohinder's sexuality.
This fic was very tender. I really liked it.
nevermindirah: cjnevermindirah on October 10th, 2007 12:07 am (UTC)
Hello fellow DCist!

Herosexual. I mean, HEROSEXUAL. :D

I like how Mohinder thinks about Peter to help himself understand this deal with Matt. Let's hear it for the Matthinder!
anawreckslife: DW // Martha of Awesomeanawreckslife on October 10th, 2007 02:33 am (UTC)
Oh that last line needs to be on 32049238 icons. Now.
You are the brilliant.
Lostgirl: Heroes - M3 familylostgirlslair on October 10th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
"Perhaps I'm herosexual."

Best. Line. Ever. *G*
heroes_watch on October 10th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC)
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Dana Norram: ando-herodana_norram on October 11th, 2007 08:18 pm (UTC)
"Perhaps I'm herosexual."

You're a genius. GENIUS.

Anyway, I liked this way Mohinder sees Matt. So cute! =*
just a girl: claire&zach (heroes) | your inner freak_touched on October 12th, 2007 07:23 am (UTC)
"Perhaps I'm herosexual."

In a word, you are MY HERO!! ;)
Weekend Vampire: ShaneTehSexalenurd on October 12th, 2007 04:51 pm (UTC)
zeh best closing line ever! XD XD XD
laura.eashesfor_trees on February 15th, 2009 01:22 am (UTC)
hey new friend :)

I really like this! lines like... "But during the months Mohinder had worked with Molly, he had not really developed a relationship with her until Matt had stepped in." really show that you have a grip on Mohinder's (and Matt's) character--because he IS academic and he IS rational, but Matt, being a psychic, is naturally more attuned to things like thoughts, feelings, passions.

I like how Matt has rubbed off on Mohinder.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on February 15th, 2009 01:31 am (UTC)
hi-i-i-i-i-i! i haven't had a comment on this sort of fic in ages.... wow, this was like the first matthinder fic ever on the internets, ok not really, but it was close... it's not very good. i think you should skip ahead to the kisses. :D
laura.e: chicago.60605ashesfor_trees on February 15th, 2009 01:34 am (UTC)
:) okay, I know you've gotten a million comments from me today, but I just checked out your userinfo and you are a Bostonian??? YES MAN ME TOO!
I'm in Chicago right now for school and I feel so isolated among all these... midwesterners. Luckily I'm living with a southerner and another Bostonian, so we can make fun of the silly Chicagoians and no one will yell.
Tiptoe39: redsoxtiptoe39 on February 15th, 2009 01:39 am (UTC)
I eat comments for breakfast, lunch and dinner. When I don't have comments, I get emo. Please god don't apologize for commenting on anything I write, lolz.

I live in DeeCee now, well in Virginny. But yeah, boston is the awesome. you're in collidge?
laura.e: hp. stop voldemortashesfor_trees on February 15th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
I am slogging my way through undergrad :p
I'm studying TV writing, which is pretty much a dream come true, but I didn't realize this until I was half-way through a playwriting degree, so who knows when I'm actually going to graduate? College is fuuuun :(

what do you do when you're not finding adorable pictures of Mohinder on the internet or writing dirty fanfiction? :)