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14 December 2007 @ 09:33 pm
MattMo Round Robin Fic Time!  
It's the weekend and it's time for another round of round-robin ficcing! This fic is inspired by my dad's HELLISH 7-hour commute from Boston, MA to Newton, MA (a 10-minute drive) in the snowstorm.


HERE ARE THE RULES:

1. Read through ALL comments before posting.
2. When you reach the end of the thread, post a comment with text “claimed.” Hit submit and look at the thread. If another “claimed” comment comes up above yours, you’re out of luck! Wait ‘til next round and try again.
3. If you have won the claim, however, you may either edit your existing comment (if you can) or post another comment with your continuation.

RULES FOR CONTINUING

1. Limit your continuation to only a few paragraphs if you can (you may go above that if you are writing dialogue, of course).
2. Please bold (using the <b> </b>tag) the first few words (that will be bolded in the thread above you) and the last few words (to give the next person a place to start from.) This helps with story cohesiveness.


This story may be rated R; let's try and keep it out of NC-17 territory. Just nothing too graphic.

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It took Matt three hours to get five blocks. He had half a mind to abandon his squad car and just walk.

Visibility was nil. SUVs were plowing through red lights with no thought to who might be coming. Hell, all the traffic was moving three feet an hour, so it's not like there was much for them to think about. And Matt was sworn to uphold the goddamn law, so it wasn't like he could turn on his siren and just wail past. (For all the good it would do.)

So when he finally made it onto his block, into his parking space, it was long past dinnertime and storytime and bedtime and the lights in the apartment were out. It took him three tries to open his door; the wind was howling and the snow was piling up like crazy. Snow was inside his boots from the moment he stepped outside. His nose was numb and his ears and chin were either burning or freezing or both. He put a hand in front of his face and tried desperately to reach the front door.

Against the blinding white of the snowstorm, the interior of the apartment building was almost too dark to see a thing. He groped his way up the steps, cursing and sniffling, and made his way to the apartment door. His frostbitten fingers were desperately fumbling for the right key when
 
 
 
Samanthor: About to make out?kleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
His frostbitten fingers were desperately fumbling for the right key when he heard footsteps behind him coming out the stairway. He didn't look up, didn't really care until the voice said way-too-cheerily, "Hello!"

Matt looked out of the corner of his eye to see one of the college kids who rented the apartment three doors down. Amber or something? He pretended that he didn't hear her, kept focusing on the lock, but she spoke again. "Crazy weather we're having, huh?" she asked.

Matt still didn't look up. "Yeah, crazy," he said non-comittally.

"Is Molly enjoying the snow?" she chirped. "Last time Mohinder had me watch her, she told me that she grew up in California."

"She likes it fine," Matt mumbled as he finally slid the right key into the lock.

And then he heard: Fine, fairy. Be a jerk. I wonder when social services is going to find a real home for that poor kid.

And that was just all too much. Matt spun around and faced her. "You know what?" he asked. "I

Edited at 2007-12-15 03:14 am (UTC)
Tiptoe39: sendhiltiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 03:27 am (UTC)
"You know what?" he asked. "I am a little too cold to stand out here, you want to come in?"

Apparently the turnaround was too much for her to process. Her thoughts spun around in a dizzy, incoherent loop. But she mustered a cheerful "Sure!"

That was good, because Matt was kind of sick of holding himself up. He threw the door open, stomped inside, just left it hanging open behind him. Dimly he could hear her advancing behind him. It felt weird to have company, real company in the apartment. He'd forgotten that you could do that in life. It was like he'd been hiding in here from everyone. Playing house was a little different than being a real family; real families had neighbors and neighborhoods. It was about time they started acting real.

Mohinder came running down the hall as soon as the door clicked. Meeting them halfway, he sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness, I'd practically given you up for dead," he fussed, pulling off Matt's hat and scarf and gloves one by one, rubbing his hands against one of the icicle-like fists beneath them. "I was thinking we would go searching for Matt-shaped snowmen tomorrow morning."

Then he caught sight of Amber behind him. She was looking at him funny. Matt heard her snicker, heard Mohinder's thoughts whirl in puzzlement, and looked up through bleary eyes.

It was pretty obvious what she was laughing at. Mohinder was

Edited at 2007-12-15 03:37 am (UTC)
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Samanthor: Not Amusedkleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
Whoops! I forgot to hit claim before I started typing. Oh, well. I'll hop in on the next round. The world will have to wait for Mohinder in technicolor pajama bottoms.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)
Have I mentioned I love you both desperately? Next person please start w/a new comment; I forgot to do that myself after setting the rules. That way we can squee downthread without messing with the formatting too much.
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Tiptoe39: xellostiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
Re: Since I couldn't edit my comment 'cause of replies...
....So, Amber, you enjoying lookin' at my husband's chest? Cause I sure am.
Samanthor: Bitch get off him!kleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 04:05 am (UTC)
Re: Since I couldn't edit my comment 'cause of replies...
HAHA.
Samanthor: GLEE!kleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
Matt looked at Amber curiously. "So, Amber, how would you like some hot chocolate or something?"

Mohinder looked at Matt, perplexed. What are you doing?

I'm trying to be friendly. When was the last time we actually had a conversation with any of our neighbors?

Before you moved in. She was sent by the Company to spy on me. And then she died.

Matt wasn't going to let Mohinder win on this one. It's pathetic to lose to a guy in hot pink boxers, after all. "Or we have tea, if you want it. An entire cabinet of tea," Matt said to Amber.

She looked back and forth between the two of them. "That sounds

Edited at 2007-12-15 04:05 am (UTC)
Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Mohinder has this obsession with scents. You know, perfumes and stuff. I know that sounds, erm..."

Totally gay?

"A bit weird," Matt said louder than he intended to. "But he used to burn incense all the time until we realized it was irritating Molly's eyes. So sometimes he'll just brew a pot of tea and not even drink it, just leave it there so the whole place ends up smelling like vanilla or lavender or whatever he's in the mood for."

"Hm," Amber said, cocking her head to the side. "That's actually kind of clever. Cheaper than those air fresheners."

"That's how you can tell it's his idea," Matt grinned. "He's the brains of the outfit, I just do the grunt work." He finished filling the kettle and put it on the burner.

Amber, meanwhile, had wandered over to the refrigerator. Next to a few of Molly's (post-nightmare-man) drawings, there were some photos she hadn't seen before. "Hey, that's really cute," she said, pointing to one.

"Oh, that?" Matt smiled. "That's from when we

Edited at 2007-12-15 04:37 am (UTC)
Samanthor: Matt & Mohinderkleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
(I'm on the phone with my bff, so I'm ducking out for a few rounds. Don't feel like you need for me to take your turns)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 04:59 am (UTC)
hi, bff!
Samanthor: Friendshipkleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)
Our bff-ship is good times. As far as personality types go, he's definitely the Mohinder to my Matt.
Tiptoe39: tiredtiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
awwwwww.

:distracted:
:wanting to write smut:
:doesn't want to go lie down next to snoring hubby:

:probably should go to sleep:
Samanthor: Like a Disco?kleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
He's monolouging about something over my head, so my attention can drift to lj, so I'm going to say SMUT! SMUT!
carma_babycarma_baby on December 15th, 2007 07:41 am (UTC)
Love me some smut!!!
crystal_mkcrystal_mk on December 15th, 2007 05:20 am (UTC)
"Oh, that?" Matt smiled. "That's from when we went to the beach. Do you remember that day Mohinder? “he asked, turning to smile at Mohinder.

"I remember a certain someone refused to put on sunblock and spent the whole ride home grumbling about his sore back,” Mohinder replied.

"Hey,” Matt said holding his hands up defensively, "I’m a child of California, that was the first time I burned since 1986. "

"1986? You’re kidding me? “Amber said in disbelief.

"Nope, but I guess it’s just a lesson learned, " Matt said shrugging his shoulders.

"So, uh…how long have you two been…uh..you know….together and all? " Amber asked nervously.

"That is a long story, " Mohinder began, " It all started…
Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
It all started with a fire extinguisher. I had entirely the wrong idea about him."

"To be fair," Matt said, "I didn't exactly make a great impression, considering I pulled a gun on you." The kettle whistled as if as an editorial comment.

"You pulled a...?" Amber choked on her giggle as Matt filled three cups with steaming water. Mohinder took out the tea box and they all retreated to the table. "I've had some lousy first dates, but how on earth do you recover from that?"

"The love of a good woman will do that to you," Matt shrugged.

This time Mohinder sputtered. "I beg your pardon?"

"OK, in this case, a good eight-year-old girl. But you get my point." They laughed, and Matt caught the tail end of a thought twirling about Amber's brain that made him feel warm and melting inside.

...freaking adorable! I feel bad for thinking all that crap about him earlier. Like I never had a bad day. That is one lucky kid.

They stayed up a while, drinking tea and talking, and the winter storm outside seemed miles away. Matt was struck, as she finally left with a million apologies and promises to bring cookies over when her finals were done, by the time on the clock. They'd been talking three hours.

"Time really is relative," he mused as Mohinder put away the tea box and straightened up the kitchen before bed.

"That's awfully scientific of you to say."

Matt came up behind him, wrapped his arms around him, nuzzled his ear. "Because earlier today I had the longest three hours of my life, and just now three hours went by like five minutes."

"Ah, yes." Mohinder laughed low, head dipping back to feel scratchy chin and chapped lips on his cheek. "The all-important scientific principle of time flies when you're having fun."

"Speaking of having fun," Matt said, dotting his ear with kisses, "How'd you like to have the best twenty minutes of your life?"

"Only twenty?"

It took thirty-five or so. But there was no school the next day, so they all slept in. Snowstorms have their advantages, after all.

:end:

g'nite folks!

Edited at 2007-12-15 05:55 am (UTC)
carma_babycarma_baby on December 15th, 2007 07:45 am (UTC)
I'm in love with all of you. For reals.
Tiptoe39: saitiptoe39 on December 15th, 2007 11:38 am (UTC)
i'm sure i speak for the whole fandom when i say the feeling is so. freakin'. mutual.
Samanthor: Most Normal Ship in the Fandomkleenexcow on December 15th, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
Agreed. This is the warmest, fuzziest fandom that I've ever been in. There is no much love! For/from you, carma_baby, for/from you, tiptoe39, for/from everyone. We're all like...well...one big multicultural alternative family that loves each other lots. Awww, group hug. *draws hearts*