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Entry tags:
Heroes += Untitled Mylar and Molly Family Piece (Mohinder/Gabriel, Molly, PG-13, 1,058 words)
God in Heaven help me I'm writing Heroes fic and I desperately need sleep. At least I'm getting good use out of this icon (mm, orange). I come clean, this comm has completely sucked me in and I just keep sinking. I must put together a rec list soon.
» Title: Untitled Mylar and Molly Family Piece (PG-13) by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_bluebells
» Fandom: Heroes
» Word count: 1,058
» Pairing(s): Mohinder/Gabriel
» Warnings: Spoilers up to 1x22, "Landslide" and present-tense experimentation
» Disclaimer: If Heroes belonged to me it would be some wound family cliche where everyone was obscurely related, everyone abused their powers for all the right reasons and there were more tortured phone conversations. As things stand, Heroes remains the property of Tim Kring.
» Summary: I've leaped on the Mylar and Molly family bandwagon, I love it so good, but since most fic for it has been delectable fluff or crack, I wondered what might happen if we transposed it onto (semi-not-really) canonverse? Gabriel gets locked out of the house (not crack).
Seven months ago things changed for Gabriel. He remembers thick blood sliding between his fingers and the thrill of apocalypse on his fingertips, but he refuses to recall the rest. He denies those details that would make him falter in the brilliance of his daughter's smile.
I don't have a daughter. He suppresses the thought.
If he doesn't think back his chest won't tighten so much when Mohinder lays a hand on his shoulder and peers into his face with deep concern.
Seven months ago he didn't have a daughter or a... whatever Mohinder is - housemate, lover, conscience, carer. He concentrates on the way Molly clings to him when she bounds into his arms and how Mohinder murmurs his name when Gabriel smiles against his smooth, warm neck.
Once upon a time he pleaded for his mother to tell him that it was enough to be Gabriel. At some unremarkable point in his journey, Gabriel allowed this adopted family to convince him all of this was more than enough. He continues to believe it until the day he comes home and Molly won't open the door.
"Daddy! Daddy!" She cries, and through the screen and Gaussian glass doors Gabriel can see the blur of his daughter dashing away into the house.
"Molly?" He feels himself frown and pulls the screen door open. "Molly, I'm outside!" He knocks on the glass. There's no mistaking the foreign hysteria in her voice and lest he's overreacting to some unseen danger inside his house, he's going to give her another three seconds to -
The door swings open and Mohinder looks as confused as Gabriel. "What happened? Molly, it's just your father!" He yells back over his shoulder and then, to Gabriel, "Why didn't you let yourself in?"
"I forgot my keys," Gabriel mutters, pushing past Mohinder and scans what he can see of their home from the foyer. "Where's Molly? Is she all right?"
Molly is nowhere in sight, but the race of her heart is pounding in his ears; Mohinder is incongruously calm and staring at him. "You... forgot? That happens?"
Gabriel removes his black cap and turns on him sharply. "Molly, Mohinder." Gabriel unzips his thick black jacket and follows the thundering heartbeat to the coat closet.
Mohinder is shaking his head and rolls up the sleeves of his loose turtleneck. "I think she mistook you for somebody else. The biggest drama in this house is that we're out of peanut butter again and you're late for dinner."
Mohinder's words fade as Gabriel pulls the closet doors aside and a pair of blue and white tennis shoes peeks out from beneath the pegged row of thick sport and winter jackets.
Gabriel sighs and taps the toe of one of Molly's shoes. "Molly? Are you all right?"
The green arm of Mohinder's winter jacket slowly draws aside and Molly's wide blue eyes glance between them. She looks beyond her fathers, warily scanning the foyer. "Is it just us?"
Gabriel frowns and holds out his arms. "C'mere, Pumpkin." She pauses and then Gabriel barely retains his crouched balance as Molly crashes into him. Almost simultaneously, the force of something else entirely non-physical washes over him, glazing his vision white.
When his vision clears, Gabriel finds himself sitting across from Mohinder in their lounge room, Molly is tucked against his side, shoulders slack. She stares staring vacantly at Gabriel and Mohinder is speaking softly to her. "... But your father and I still love you, Molly, and - "
"I wanna see Matt and Janice," Molly interjects and Gabriel notices her eyes are rimmed red from crying.
"No, Molly, I - " Gabriel hears himself say, but Molly insists, louder this time.
"I wanna go to Matt and Janice's! I want Uncle Matt!"
Gabriel feels the dangerous ripple of anger beneath his skin and his voice rises unintentionally. "Those people are not your family...."
Molly doesn't miss a beat. "You're not my family! My Mommy... and my Daddy.... " Her lower lip trembles as the tears start again and she whimpers, small hands held in Mohinder's. "I want Uncle Matt and Aunt Janice."
With a snarl, Gabriel throws up his hands and starts pacing the rug. He can feel Mohinder's eyes on his back and considers what he could possibly say in this situation to dissuade or disprove Molly's newfound memories that were supposed to be hollowed out. He'd heard of this happening before. Some of those with abilities had managed to remember things the Haitian had erased or... suppressed.
Suppressed. Damn it. He couldn't afford this now.
"Tell you what," he hears Mohinder soothe somewhere in the background, "We'll all go together. But first, let's make sure they're at home...."
"-- Daddy?"
Gabriel starts at the voice in his ear and like the lifting blanket of sleep, he grows aware of a shifting weight against his chest. The image of Molly's tears dissolves and he's suddenly kneeling on the polished planks of their foyer with Molly leaning back in the cradle of his arms, face slack with shock.
"Daddy, you just went blind."
Gabriel stares back, the hurtful image of her disavowal still playing like flash burn behind his eyes. With much effort, he shrugs. "It happens, Pumpkin." He smiles for extra measure. "It's a gift." Molly seems to accept that and wraps herself tighter around her father as he rises to his feet. She takes the black baseball cap from his hand.
"Don't wear this one. I don't like it," she mumbles, reaching backwards to hang it over one of the coats before snuggling into Gabriel's hug, arms tucking inside his jacket. Gabriel prolongs a kiss to the crown of her head and feels Mohinder come up behind him as the man runs a hand through their daughter's hair.
"Feeling better now?" Mohinder gently prompts and Molly's face breaks into a small, familiar smile.
Gabriel bounces her in his arms. "Then you can walk to the kitchen because you're getting too big for me to carry."
Barely has Gabriel finished and Molly's arms have clamped around his neck. "No, no!"
Gabriel sighs mock-exasperatedly and Mohinder smiles at him, raising an eyebrow.
"All right then, wide load coming through!"
He follows Mohinder to the kitchen and makes a mental note that they'll need to talk after Molly's been put to bed that night.
» Title: Untitled Mylar and Molly Family Piece (PG-13) by
_bluebells» Fandom: Heroes
» Word count: 1,058
» Pairing(s): Mohinder/Gabriel
» Warnings: Spoilers up to 1x22, "Landslide" and present-tense experimentation
» Disclaimer: If Heroes belonged to me it would be some wound family cliche where everyone was obscurely related, everyone abused their powers for all the right reasons and there were more tortured phone conversations. As things stand, Heroes remains the property of Tim Kring.
» Summary: I've leaped on the Mylar and Molly family bandwagon, I love it so good, but since most fic for it has been delectable fluff or crack, I wondered what might happen if we transposed it onto (semi-not-really) canonverse? Gabriel gets locked out of the house (not crack).
Seven months ago things changed for Gabriel. He remembers thick blood sliding between his fingers and the thrill of apocalypse on his fingertips, but he refuses to recall the rest. He denies those details that would make him falter in the brilliance of his daughter's smile.
I don't have a daughter. He suppresses the thought.
If he doesn't think back his chest won't tighten so much when Mohinder lays a hand on his shoulder and peers into his face with deep concern.
Seven months ago he didn't have a daughter or a... whatever Mohinder is - housemate, lover, conscience, carer. He concentrates on the way Molly clings to him when she bounds into his arms and how Mohinder murmurs his name when Gabriel smiles against his smooth, warm neck.
Once upon a time he pleaded for his mother to tell him that it was enough to be Gabriel. At some unremarkable point in his journey, Gabriel allowed this adopted family to convince him all of this was more than enough. He continues to believe it until the day he comes home and Molly won't open the door.
"Daddy! Daddy!" She cries, and through the screen and Gaussian glass doors Gabriel can see the blur of his daughter dashing away into the house.
"Molly?" He feels himself frown and pulls the screen door open. "Molly, I'm outside!" He knocks on the glass. There's no mistaking the foreign hysteria in her voice and lest he's overreacting to some unseen danger inside his house, he's going to give her another three seconds to -
The door swings open and Mohinder looks as confused as Gabriel. "What happened? Molly, it's just your father!" He yells back over his shoulder and then, to Gabriel, "Why didn't you let yourself in?"
"I forgot my keys," Gabriel mutters, pushing past Mohinder and scans what he can see of their home from the foyer. "Where's Molly? Is she all right?"
Molly is nowhere in sight, but the race of her heart is pounding in his ears; Mohinder is incongruously calm and staring at him. "You... forgot? That happens?"
Gabriel removes his black cap and turns on him sharply. "Molly, Mohinder." Gabriel unzips his thick black jacket and follows the thundering heartbeat to the coat closet.
Mohinder is shaking his head and rolls up the sleeves of his loose turtleneck. "I think she mistook you for somebody else. The biggest drama in this house is that we're out of peanut butter again and you're late for dinner."
Mohinder's words fade as Gabriel pulls the closet doors aside and a pair of blue and white tennis shoes peeks out from beneath the pegged row of thick sport and winter jackets.
Gabriel sighs and taps the toe of one of Molly's shoes. "Molly? Are you all right?"
The green arm of Mohinder's winter jacket slowly draws aside and Molly's wide blue eyes glance between them. She looks beyond her fathers, warily scanning the foyer. "Is it just us?"
Gabriel frowns and holds out his arms. "C'mere, Pumpkin." She pauses and then Gabriel barely retains his crouched balance as Molly crashes into him. Almost simultaneously, the force of something else entirely non-physical washes over him, glazing his vision white.
When his vision clears, Gabriel finds himself sitting across from Mohinder in their lounge room, Molly is tucked against his side, shoulders slack. She stares staring vacantly at Gabriel and Mohinder is speaking softly to her. "... But your father and I still love you, Molly, and - "
"I wanna see Matt and Janice," Molly interjects and Gabriel notices her eyes are rimmed red from crying.
"No, Molly, I - " Gabriel hears himself say, but Molly insists, louder this time.
"I wanna go to Matt and Janice's! I want Uncle Matt!"
Gabriel feels the dangerous ripple of anger beneath his skin and his voice rises unintentionally. "Those people are not your family...."
Molly doesn't miss a beat. "You're not my family! My Mommy... and my Daddy.... " Her lower lip trembles as the tears start again and she whimpers, small hands held in Mohinder's. "I want Uncle Matt and Aunt Janice."
With a snarl, Gabriel throws up his hands and starts pacing the rug. He can feel Mohinder's eyes on his back and considers what he could possibly say in this situation to dissuade or disprove Molly's newfound memories that were supposed to be hollowed out. He'd heard of this happening before. Some of those with abilities had managed to remember things the Haitian had erased or... suppressed.
Suppressed. Damn it. He couldn't afford this now.
"Tell you what," he hears Mohinder soothe somewhere in the background, "We'll all go together. But first, let's make sure they're at home...."
"-- Daddy?"
Gabriel starts at the voice in his ear and like the lifting blanket of sleep, he grows aware of a shifting weight against his chest. The image of Molly's tears dissolves and he's suddenly kneeling on the polished planks of their foyer with Molly leaning back in the cradle of his arms, face slack with shock.
"Daddy, you just went blind."
Gabriel stares back, the hurtful image of her disavowal still playing like flash burn behind his eyes. With much effort, he shrugs. "It happens, Pumpkin." He smiles for extra measure. "It's a gift." Molly seems to accept that and wraps herself tighter around her father as he rises to his feet. She takes the black baseball cap from his hand.
"Don't wear this one. I don't like it," she mumbles, reaching backwards to hang it over one of the coats before snuggling into Gabriel's hug, arms tucking inside his jacket. Gabriel prolongs a kiss to the crown of her head and feels Mohinder come up behind him as the man runs a hand through their daughter's hair.
"Feeling better now?" Mohinder gently prompts and Molly's face breaks into a small, familiar smile.
Gabriel bounces her in his arms. "Then you can walk to the kitchen because you're getting too big for me to carry."
Barely has Gabriel finished and Molly's arms have clamped around his neck. "No, no!"
Gabriel sighs mock-exasperatedly and Mohinder smiles at him, raising an eyebrow.
"All right then, wide load coming through!"
He follows Mohinder to the kitchen and makes a mental note that they'll need to talk after Molly's been put to bed that night.