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11 October 2007 @ 09:28 pm
[fanfic] Not a Mistake (heroes, matthinder and m3, rated PG-13)  
Oh my god, they have crawled into my brain and are filming pornos in there. STOPPIT, the two of you. I have to think about something else once in a while...

Anyway. They have written me a sequel to White Noise. The rat bastards. And they've already told me they want to write more. Augh.

Title: Not a Mistake
Author: tiptoe39
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder, with some Mollyness
Rating: PG-13 for language and bare asses sexual innuendo
Summary: The morning after. Someday I will become a fanfic writer who gets 90 comments on her every fic. Until then, I will post crap like this.

Not a Mistake

Matt woke up slowly. He ached and it was warm and unfamiliar around him. The familiar beeping of his alarm clock seemed far away. He rolled over to slap it, but his hand swatted at air. Bleary, Matt rolled back, determined to ignore it if he couldn't reach it.

He couldn't ignore what he had turned to face, though. Mohinder's face was slack in sleep, his curls damp and tousled over his forehead. The cracks of sunlight from the window illuminated the tiny hairs on his face where they touched him. His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he murmured and fell still again.

It was then that it occurred to Matt just why his alarm seemed so distant. He wasn't in his room. He was lying in Mohinder's bed. In Mohinder's room. With Mohinder.

Matt's eyes traveled down across the sleeping man's face to his bare neck and chest. He was naked. Matt was naked too. Because of what they'd done last night. In this bed, together.

The memories were slow in returning, and Matt was not awake enough to be affected by them yet. They were just like slowly clearing fog over a faraway horizon. A conversation, a secret, a kiss. Bodies moving together. Ragged breaths. Whispers. Warmth. And satisfied sleep. Just images, no emotion. Like a detached dream.


Molly's singsong call from the other room startled him. "Oh, shit," he hissed. Nearly falling off the bed in the process, he scrambled for some sheets to throw over the still-sleeping scientist. Could he sleep through anything? Skidding across the floor, Matt grabbed a purple bathrobe from a hamper and draped it over himself. It would do for now. "I'm up, I'm up," he called as he flew across the room and down the hall to his own bedroom.

"I'm gonna miss the bus!" Molly sang again, her voice muffled by what Matt supposed was a hastily thrown together breakfast.

Matt flipped the switch to reset his alarm clock. "Coming!" He skated back around the corner and into the kitchen. Molly was dressed, her hair neatly combed. Matt supposed it was a blessing that she was more organized than either of her two guardians. As she looked up to greet him, she abruptly spit her last bite of cereal halfway across the room.

"Matt, why are you wearing Mohinder's bathrobe?"

Color flew to Matt's cheeks. "This is his?" he fibbed, looking down as though just realizing. "Huh. It ended up in my room somehow. I didn't even notice."

"Well, it's too small on you," the girl lectured. "You look like a big blueberry."

"Enough of that, you." Matt smirked at her. "You have all your homework? Your lunch?" In answer, Molly reached behind her and confidently patted her backpack. "Right. Silly me for asking."

"What's with Mohinder?" Molly pouted as she brought her bowl to the sink. "I was hoping he'd walk me to the bus."

Matt felt a sting of jealousy. "I can walk you," he insisted.

"No, thanks," Molly said almost immediately. This time it was Matt's turn to pout, and Molly was sharp enough to notice. "You always get to pick me up. I just thought it'd be a change."

"Right, right." Matt rolled his eyes. "Never mind me. I'm just the dumb cop who lives with you."

"You're my hero," Molly answered, giving him a blinding smile. "But you're not walking me to the bus. See ya!" Blowing him a kiss, she disappeared through the apartment door.

"Yeah, bye..." Matt waved at the closed door. Walking over to the sink, he began halfheartedly washing her cereal bowl. Sometimes his head spun at just how fast she could move and talk. She was a whirl of motion that he was spending his life chasing after. But as much as he wanted to just take pride in that, Matt knew it wasn't just the normal bubbliness of childhood that made Molly such a dynamo. She moved so fast because she was running from her own demons.

A coldness near his wrist made him start, and he drew back his hand. He'd inadvertently soaked the cuff of his bathrobe in the dishwater.

Of Mohinder's bathrobe.

Now the emotions were returning. And it was terrifying. He hadn't been this frightened or excited since he first realized he could read thoughts. Something new was opening up to him, something he didn't understand. And he might just like it, too, if only he could somehow figure out how to control it. But control seemed far, far away.

He tiptoed back into Mohinder's bedroom. The figure under the sheet was stirring now, closer to wakefulness than he'd been before. Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him.


He couldn't quantify what he was feeling. It was a lightness in the chest, like a balloon was floating behind his ribcage. At the same time, he felt like crying.

I've gone over the edge now. I can't go back. To hell with whether I'd want to, because I can't.

He reached out to touch Mohinder's cheek. The contact was warm. Matt had a sudden urge to just jump right back in bed and press his body against the one lying there, warm with sleep, inviting.

He knew he'd eventually have to face the disturbing questions of labels and implications. Am I gay? Bi? Does this mean I have to start going to different bars and hanging out with--oh, what are the names of those three officers--McClain and Latener and Walker, over on that side of town? What would Janice think if I told her? What would MOLLY think?

But now wasn't the time for those questions. They would have their moments in the sun, Matt knew. Just as he knew that right now was the time to experience, without questioning or doubting, this strange new world of emotion. Just as he knew that this was not a mistake. It may not be the smartest or easiest thing he's ever done, but it was not a mistake.

Especially not when Mohinder opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and saw the man beside him. And those dark eyes filled with shimmering joy.

"Good morning," he said in a voice that was nearly tearful.

"Hi," said Matt.

"Is Molly off to school OK?"


A golden silence hung over the bed for a long moment.

"I thought maybe you would be gone," admitted Mohinder.

Matt shook his head but could not find any words.

Slowly, Mohinder sat up in bed, raising his arms high above his head in a stretch. After yawning heavily, he turned again to Matt. "You're wearing my bathrobe," he observed dryly.

Matt shrugged. "Molly was shouting and it was the first thing I could find."

"It suits you." When Mohinder was amused, his face was like a boy's, all cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"Molly didn't think so. I think I agree with her." Matt looked down at himself critically. "Hey... are you OK?" It was a lame question, but it was all he could think to say.

"I should be asking you that question," Mohinder countered. "Are you all right, Matt?" He seemed to have trouble saying the name, and his eyes darted away.

Matt tried to form words. Several times he tried. But nothing was worthy, and besides, his brain had seized on an idea for how to respond that he just couldn't shake. His impulses were so strong around this man that it seemed ridiculous to fight them. So he brought both his hands to Mohinder's face, pulled it to his, and he kissed him tenderly.

When he was done, he said quietly against those flushed lips, "Yeah. I'm fine."

In answer, Mohinder dropped his head to Matt's shoulder as though all strength had left him. "Thank God," he whispered. "Thank God."

Matt had no way to respond to this sudden, naked show of emotion. He put his arms around Mohinder and just held him tight. For a long while they were still, irregular little pools of warmth moving between them with the morning sunlight. Their heartbeats spoke long and deeply to each other, so slow and deliberate in their rhythms.

"You have work," Mohinder said suddenly.

"So do you," Matt murmured a few moments later.

"Maybe I should take the day off." The answer came with a small chuckle above Matt's shoulder blade.

"No way." He broke the embrace, but only so he could cross his arms and look daggers at Mohinder. "Too much is at stake. You can't let little things get in the way of your secret mission."

Mohinder laughed out loud. "My secret mission?" he said, swatting Matt with a fistful of hastily grabbed sheets. "That's a new one. Now give me my bathrobe back so I can shower."

"OK, just a sec," Matt said, heading for the door-- or trying to, before a hand jerked at the terry cloth at his waist.

Mohinder rolled onto his stomach on the bed, propping up his hand with one arm. The other held the edge of the bathrobe. "Not 'just a sec,' " he demanded. "Right now."

The audacity of his gaze made Matt go pink and silent. Mohinder was actually eying him. Daring him to strip. He had no idea the good doctor could be so salacious. No, scratch that-- Mohinder definitely had a mischievous side, but he'd only ever seen it in his games with Molly. Never had that twinkling in his eyes been turned on him.

Come on, Mohinder prodded him mentally. Matt still stood stock still.

After another few moments, Mohinder stopped smiling, and his mental voice lost its teasing edge. Come on, it repeated. If last night wasn't just a lie.

"No!" Matt burst out, then sighed. "It wasn't a lie. OK? It wasn't a lie, it wasn't mistake, it wasn't anything I regret-- but I still need to work this through." He couldn't look directly at him. "I need some time."

Mohinder was silent. When Matt found the courage to face him, he saw a crestfallen face.

He couldn't leave such an expression be. "Look. How about this. We'll go--" he gulped and finished lamely, "--on a date. This weekend."

"A date?" Mohinder blinked and stared as though he couldn't believe his ears.

"Well, yeah." Matt sat down, finding his strength again. "I mean, I know things have changed since I was a kid, but I think it's still normal to go on a date or two with someone you're sleeping with. So we did it a little backwards, that's all. We can still be pretty close to normal."

"Except for the part where we're two men raising a daughter, I'm on a 'secret mission,' and you can read minds," Mohinder responded. "But all right. If it will help you adjust, let's go on a date."

"Actually," Matt said, laying his hand onto Mohinder's, "I even think it might be kind of fun."

Mohinder's eyes began to twinkle again. "Yes," he said slowly, "but first..." He leaned his head in toward Matt's neck tantalizingly.

Matt gulped again, his heart racing. Somehow this man seemed to be able to turn him on at will. "First?" he echoed weakly.


Hands tightened on his shoulders...

"...you give me my bathrobe back!" And Mohinder yanked it off and rolled out of reach.

"Shit! Damn it!" Matt sprang to his feet, trying in vain to cover up, and hightailed it from the room, knowing Mohinder had a full view of his backside. Mohinder's laughter echoed from the other room for another several minutes.

Later on, as the shower ran in the background, Matt lay on his own bed, his fist clenched against his heart. His pulse was racing, still, but he was smiling.

This was most definitely not a mistake. Far from it. This had the potential to be one of the best things he'd ever done.

-next: the date?-

author's note: the names of the police officers are a small homage to those with whom I share more than one fandom. Although I don't think I know anyone who would get all three.
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comedykitty: Grunny LOLcomedykitty on October 12th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
Ahhhh so cute! You totally got Matt's voice in this. Everything about him was perfect, Mohinder as well. It was a wonderful read. And I demand to see the date!!! :D
Polo Molo: Heroes: Mohinder/Mattslartibartfast on October 12th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
Heee! This is great stuff. I ♥ Molly's organisational skills and Matt in Mohinder's bathrobe. And I mustmustmust see the date!
every hour wounds. the last one kills.jenlynn820 on October 12th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC)
How adorable! You have the characters down pat. Thanks for sharing :)
kamikazeookami: Heroes - Thinking Dirty Thoughtskamikazeookami on October 12th, 2007 03:31 am (UTC)
Hurray! That was cute! I can't wait for their date.

Also I immediately recognized McClain and Latener. But who's Walker?
Tiptoe39: yaoitiptoe39 on October 12th, 2007 12:22 pm (UTC)
Ragawa Marimo's "New York New York." FANTASTIC manga about a gay cop, actually talks about being gay vs. straight. Never translated, sadly.
The Soul says: - pockygirl on November 6th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on November 6th, 2007 09:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
SalvadorianBelleza: MMsalvadoriangirl on October 12th, 2007 03:35 am (UTC)
So awesome and such a great insight into Matt's character and his struggle to define what this relationship with Mohinder is.

Great work.
Mayhem Parva: Firefly Simon (session416)raincitygirl on October 12th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)
Oh, so very very sweet.
Have Fun Storming the Castle!trippypeas on October 12th, 2007 04:21 am (UTC)
Yeah i wanna see the date!!!
just a girl: claire&zach (heroes) | your inner freak_touched on October 12th, 2007 04:25 am (UTC)
No, seriously. This was absolutely so cute. *g*
Tracy Tindle: seductionbowlnoodle on October 12th, 2007 05:16 am (UTC)
This was great, and very heart warming. You must write "the date"!

Oh, and the shout out to FAKE was awesome, best gay cop manga ever.
Tiptoe39: yaoitiptoe39 on October 12th, 2007 12:21 pm (UTC)
:bracing for fight:
The Soul says: - bowlnoodle on October 12th, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on October 12th, 2007 07:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - bowlnoodle on October 13th, 2007 03:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
DINOSAURlovemyfaceoff on October 12th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
Write the date! This was so cute.
Galenn Shadowslayer (Penemuel): Heroes - Bennet/Parkmang_shadowslayer on October 12th, 2007 05:33 am (UTC)
Okay, this? Is adorable! And I'm trying to place the other cops but failing miserably. Who are they?
Xandri the Gate-pirate: Masi Oka!xandri on October 12th, 2007 06:58 am (UTC)
Fake reference! It made me squee! :D

Also, cute!
Katekatie821 on October 12th, 2007 07:04 am (UTC)
Date! Date! Date!

I loved this. Those two are so freaking cute! Wonderful job!
Puckface: Familypuckhiggins on October 12th, 2007 07:58 am (UTC)
Loved it! It was so cute!!! Write more!!!
Veet Voojagig: Matt Shadowedveetvoojagig on October 12th, 2007 09:32 am (UTC)
Maaan, that was nice. I look forward to more.