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seekevolution) wrote2014-01-15 06:13 pm
seekevolution) wrote2014-01-15 06:13 pm
Quarantine
News had a way of spreading a little too quickly. The moment Nathan had fallen at the press conference, media began having it's field day. Mohinder paid little attention.
He arrived at Odessa fourteen hours after the incident, severely jet-lagged and with a computer pre-loaded with all of the information that the Company thought he'd need. Mohinder had been down this road before, though never with such dire circumstances. The Shanti Virus was a subject near and dear to his heart, though it was far less stressful when all he needed to cure it was a bit of blood. Even though it was his own blood, at least he felt as if he was doing something.
Knowing from experience that not everything was black and white anymore, Mohinder kept his laptop and medical kit close at hand and made his way to the quarantine line with a grim look in his redrimmed black eyes. "Mohinder Suresh," he said, forgetting his title again for just a moment. "Doctor. You need to let me through."
The National Guard service man looked wary before radioing it in through the barricade. It was tense. Mohinder's shoulder bag slipped twice and he nearly dropped his sample kit. "All right, cleared to go in. Good luck, doctor."
Mohinder nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd gone from New York to India and back again in two days, bringing Molly to stay with his mother. After what Sylar did to her, again, he could not risk leaving her in anyone else's care. Not with Matt gone.
Seeing the man, however, after he'd just gone off on this quest to find his father at the expense of helping him with a child they both sort of promised to look out for, did not make Mohinder smile. If anything, it only made the lines on his face etch in more deeply. He stood in front of him, looking as tired as Mohinder felt, ill fitting clothing a bit more rumpled than usual. Never mind, of course, that Mohinder had done his fair share of leaving too on his attempts to bait the Company through lectures across the globe. "Do I have a lab yet?" Mohinder asked. No greetings. No necessities. That's what happens when you abandon people, Matt.
He arrived at Odessa fourteen hours after the incident, severely jet-lagged and with a computer pre-loaded with all of the information that the Company thought he'd need. Mohinder had been down this road before, though never with such dire circumstances. The Shanti Virus was a subject near and dear to his heart, though it was far less stressful when all he needed to cure it was a bit of blood. Even though it was his own blood, at least he felt as if he was doing something.
Knowing from experience that not everything was black and white anymore, Mohinder kept his laptop and medical kit close at hand and made his way to the quarantine line with a grim look in his redrimmed black eyes. "Mohinder Suresh," he said, forgetting his title again for just a moment. "Doctor. You need to let me through."
The National Guard service man looked wary before radioing it in through the barricade. It was tense. Mohinder's shoulder bag slipped twice and he nearly dropped his sample kit. "All right, cleared to go in. Good luck, doctor."
Mohinder nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd gone from New York to India and back again in two days, bringing Molly to stay with his mother. After what Sylar did to her, again, he could not risk leaving her in anyone else's care. Not with Matt gone.
Seeing the man, however, after he'd just gone off on this quest to find his father at the expense of helping him with a child they both sort of promised to look out for, did not make Mohinder smile. If anything, it only made the lines on his face etch in more deeply. He stood in front of him, looking as tired as Mohinder felt, ill fitting clothing a bit more rumpled than usual. Never mind, of course, that Mohinder had done his fair share of leaving too on his attempts to bait the Company through lectures across the globe. "Do I have a lab yet?" Mohinder asked. No greetings. No necessities. That's what happens when you abandon people, Matt.
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"Someone's got to try", he said back, eyes falling to Mohinder's fingers on his arm. I wouldn't use you he added mentally, soft enough that maybe he hadn't meant to project it.
It was easier to think certain things than say them. It was fortunate his ability allowed for that kind of communication. Although Mohinder's tone had been light enough it wasn't difficult for Matt to figure out he had to have issues about that sort of thing, about perpetually being used as a pawn, even without the doubts that had laced his mind when he'd told him about so many things back in Odessa.
He didn't want him to doubt the two of them. Whatever it was they were doing, yelling or teasing or this thing (cuddling? to think they were actually cuddling) it had always been genuine.
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Matt's fingers along his ribs did give Mohinder pause, but only for a moment. This was what couples did, even if they were a couple in cohabitation and romantic sparks only. Mohinder didn't need to put a name to it. He was happy to spend the night talking and sharing Matt's warmth.
The only trouble, however, was that as comfortable as this was, he also just wanted to fall asleep.
Mohinder covered a yawn with his hand, unwilling to sit up just yet. "Tomorrow will you make it to dinner? I can hold it back a little if I give Molly a treat after school." It was amazing what some peanut butter and apple slices could do.
They were coming to the end of the school year, at least. That also meant that they were going to have to discuss summer options for their girl. Mohinder could have her tag along with him to work on the days he taught, but she might enjoy summer camp too and--
Another yawn. Certainly time for bed.
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He laughed slightly and disentangled himself from Mohinder when he heard his thoughts speed up and despite his protests, stood and offered him a hand to help pull him up from the surprisingly comfortable sofa as well. He stifled a yawn with his free hand. They really were contagious.
"Your thoughts are slipping again", he said with half a smile. "Or uh, racing."
Bed wouldn't be a bad idea. For his own part, he was surprised not to feel very tired at all, but he knew that he'd likely fall into a deep sleep the moment he laid down regardless.
Once they were both standing Matt held onto Mohinder's hand for a moment before he let go and something a little more self conscious entered that smile. "This was ... nice", he said, because he felt it should be adressed. It really had been, though. He could get used to it.
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Matt was left watching Mohinder head back to the kitchen with the cups and the plate and, a moment later, the sound of the door to his bedroom shutting would complete the evening. It'd been a very long, strange, and heartbreaking journey from Kirby Plaza to this point.
But it'd all been worth it.