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The Storm

"Mohinder! Mohinder! It's too much!" the little girl protested from her bedroom after one of her adoptive fathers (paper work having gone through thanks to Matt's singular talent) nearly tackled her to rub sunscreen into her fair skin. "I can't breathe! It's in my nose!"

Mohinder more or less ignored her cries, rubbing more of the white cream into the areas behind her ears. "You'll thank me when you're not a lobster tomorrow."

"But we're wasting time! Matt's already pulled up the car and packed it!" She might be young, but that didn't mean she wasn't already imagining herself like the girls on the Disney Channel with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. It'd started with lipstick and red nail polish and a two piece bathing suit he'd given into only because he's force her to wear a little jacket when not in the water. And a hat.

"He'll wait for us," Mohinder said as he clucked his tongue, dressed in white shorts and an orange collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though left open with his chest bare beneath. He had on a pair of sandals too, certainly looking ready for the beach. If only Molly would cooperate!

"And if he doesn't?"

"We'll think of a proper punishment. All right, there you are, bring a change of shoes in case the car gets too cold on the drive."

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Poor thing, really. It was morning but they'd been out all night and what sleep she'd gotten after they got back had been interrupted by Peter's appearance, so it stood to reason that she'd be tired now. Matt was too, but he didn't feel like sleeping quite yet.

After several moments of just sitting together, he stood and pulled Mohinder with him out of the room to tug him towards himself and kiss him. Gentle, now. Slow and sweet. They had a girl asleep the next room over after all, and honestly, it had been too long since they'd just ... touched each other in this way.

Besides, Matt was a romantic at heart.

When he drew back, he dropped his eyes to the cut that was still visible on Mohinder's throat and very carefully brushed his thumb over the skin there.

"God, I missed you."

It deserved to be said again in the relative peace that had found itself in the room now.

It'd been awhile since Matt touched him like this, stroked his hair, gazed at him without that hardness in his eyes from the horrors of New York, or smiled quite like that. Mohinder always liked the puppy look on Matt, the way that smile use to make his heart race. It still did even now and Mohinder leaned in towards him.

The cut on his throat would scar, likely, the way the blade had drew across his skin, the way it was healing. It had bled for a long time and he'd yet to clean it properly. Probably too late now. He'd just taken some antibiotics and been done with it. Vanity suited Mohinder with his hair but little else and Matt's careful administrations made up for any other small moments of disbelief that he could be even remotely attractive to the object of his affection.

Mohinder had something to say too.

Something that eight months might actually have been just a little short to say but people say it all the time and after so much less.

"I love you," he whispered, emotion all in his eyes. Matt didn't need to say anything else, but the Indian needed him to know how he felt before anything else could possibly happen to them.

He was pretty sure the world stopped for a moment.

Matt didn't love easily, exactly. Molly had stolen his heart, but other than that he'd simply experienced too many things to not edge on the side of caution in almost everything he did. That included love. Couple that with a somewhat low self-esteem on Matt's end, and what Mohinder just told him was completely baffling, nearly impossible to grasp.

"You- what?"

If there was romance to be found in that disbelief, then it was absolutely a romantic response, but it probably came across as kind of discouraging more than anything else until Matt dropped his gaze and actually laughed softly. But it wasn't scorn. Really, it was kind of giddy.

No, he wasn't sure he could believe it. And he realized now that for some reason he'd worked to keep the word love out of his own head in relation to Mohinder. But another thing about Matt was that he loved loyally, and the amount of affection and trust he had for Mohinder - and had had, for a while now - it only really added up to one thing.

He hugged the other man around the neck, shook his head into his shoulder.

"Wow. You're crazy, you know that? I love you too."

Matt's initial reaction had almost caused Mohinder to cringe and pull away, eyes widening at the sudden change in the merit of their conversation. Too soon? Oh, he felt sick to his stomach now, like he'd ruined something just by being honest. It wouldn't have been the first time, nor the last, that his heart got in the way too quickly.

Why was love such a problem for people? Molly gladly accepted it. The rest of the civilised world seemed so very afraid to open their hearts.

He hand nearly slipped from Matt's in an embarrassed sigh before he was pulled in again, almost too roughly. He'd been tense, however. Tense and nervous all at the same time, his neck hadn't really been prepared for that.

Matt, affectionate again, like a great cat. Like a lion. Mohinder's arms moved to his sides, around his waist. The unease and near-despair was given away to a laugh and he grinned against the curve of Matt's ear.

"Crazy-- Yes. I've been told that. Many times. Most often by you." And thank every god humanity had for that.

"Yeah, well. It's true."

He clearly was, to put up with Matt the way he did, to actually like- no, scratch that, to love him? He was clearly out of his mind. But as much as Matt thought so, he wasn't about to question it. He gladly accepted that love and latched onto it the way he often did. It became another place to land.

He smiled into Mohinder's neck for a moment and then drew back to kiss him again, but there was more to it this time. Nowhere near as hurried as just an hour or two prior, but with that decisiveness again that Matt displayed when he wanted to settle something.

They loved each other. How weird was that?

And what does that make you? Crazy? Sane? Was Matt his boyfriend now? His lover? Mohinder didn't care about titles. Let him be Matt's professor. Matt could be Mohinder's detective. Together, they had a beautiful little girl that would find out how to live her life without maths and be just as important as she wanted to be without being famous.

They'd make a truly beautiful difference in the world...and that would be that.

Arthur Petrelli stood beside an old friend upstairs on the seventh floor and arched an eyebrow at the squat, short, balding man to his left. "His name is Mohinder Suresh," Arthur said. "He managed to save us all." Calculating eyes settled on Maury Parkman with a disapproving, sympathetic smile as they watched the two carry on in the bedroom. "I believe that one's yours?"

Maury looked on in distaste. "Yeah, that's Matty", he said, something similar to anger in his tone but that was yet subdued enough to be cold and distant. His son had turned up from seemingly nowhere, with the same power as him, had trapped him over some pathethic little girl and now showed up here, kissing another man? And some foreigner, at that?

What a disappointment.

Then again, love was a weakness. He could exploit that. It depended a bit on what Arthur wanted from him - and what he'd give him in return. He shot the older man a look.

"What do you want to do?"

All while Matt and Mohinder laid down together just to be in each other's company, fingers weaved together and foreheads almost touching.

Arthur examined the screen with an uninterested coldness. "I want to make it possible for them to stay with my son and former wife," he said, holding a glass with half sipped brandy in it and headed towards the window. "I want them to be monitored. Soon, very soon, Doctor Suresh is going to play another important role for us and I need to make sure he's safe before we pull the happiness away from him."

Arthur understood how people worked. When they needed something, they came calling, some more humble than others. It was exactly what was needed in this scenario. That little group was tantamount to the next phase of his plan, after all.

"They have a daughter," Arthur continued. "Raised together. She's eleven years old and her name is Molly. I suppose that makes you a grandfather," he said, snidely, not watching Mohinder climb on top of Matt to just burrow in against him. A click of the remote and the image changed to the elevator from that morning. "And they've been in a sexual relationship for some time." A lie, but Arthur was the master of lies. He gave no outward sign of it at all.

And Maury had no reason to doubt that or pick up on any discrepancy between thoughts or words, so he didn't look for them. Besides, he didn't want to provoke Arthur, or at least not to his face. When the time came to cut his ties and get out of this little partnership he would be sure to be untouchable before he did.

But for now, Arthur wanted his talents and gave him something in return. It suited them both to be there.

That didn't make Maury any less disgusted at what he was being shown, though. His upper lip lifted as he watched his son receive head.

"I know her", he said gruffly. He did. The girl who could see things. To put it simply, he wouldn't mind the opportunity to get his revenge on the both of them. "Just tell me when and I'll tear them apart."

If Arthur had any special requests, that could be arranged, but Maury was already seeing the million possibilities.

"Give them time. Let them think themselves out of harm. And then hurt the girl. Hurt her just enough to send them back to us." Of course, Maury had tried that before, but he'd been unknowing of the dangers. He'd been afraid of being found. He'd been over zealous. It wouldn't happen again, not when he knew his son's potential.

Matt was strong but Maury was still stronger. Arthur believed that. He assumed Maury did too.

Flicking off the screen, Arthur offered the older Parkman a drink. "Until that time, just watch. I need you to go to California first. Follow the innoculation. Be sure people are cured and if riots start, stop them." It would be impossible for Pinehearst to get good press if their drug was a flop, right?

Arthur needed press.

Downstairs, Mohinder sighed against Matt's neck. "Let's sleep for a week."

Matt was surprisingly strong, and from what Maury had experienced, a quick learner at that. That said, Maury had years of experience over Matt, not to mention that he wasn't scared of going to very dark places where he was sure his son wouldn't follow. That gave him another advantage.

It wouldn't be a problem.

He accepted the drink and swirled it around the glass for a moment before he downed half of it. "Yes, sir." Not a title he threw around with a lot of sincerity, but you tried to keep in good graces with Arthur Petrelli. He could throw in some manipulations on the press too, make sure everything was just peachy. "Consider it done."

Matt laughed faintly and dug his fingers a little further into Mohinder's hair. He really would be able to sleep that long if he allowed himself to fall asleep, it felt like. Curled up with Mohinder like this with the words shared between them and Molly asleep just a wall away, he finally felt like he'd really, truly landed. He knew it was likely to be a fleeting feeling in many ways, but he knew where to look for that touchstone now when New York came back to him.

It had been a lot more haunting than he'd really dealt with, but he wasn't thinking about that now.

"Tempting", he said. There was a yawn hiding somewhere there. "But I dunno. Someone's got to keep an eye on the kid."

"I suppose it would be wrong to drug her," he teased, snuggling just as close to Matt as he could possibly manage. It was one of those fantastic sort of moments where the bad in the world stopped existing and they could just be who they were. Family might have been thrown around a lot lately as a term, but it didn't matter. It was who and what they were and no one could take that away from them.

Oh. Oh, how little did they know.

When Mohinder did finally wake, several hours later, it was to Molly in the other room, knocking something over and cursing (in Hindi of all things!) loudly about it. Mohinder frowned and scooted out from under Matt's arm to find their daughter hard at work trying to prepare some sort of meal from items she'd taken from the cafeteria all on her little lonesome.

He stood there for a moment, watching her cleaning up the mess before he cleared his throat. "Your pronunciation is a bit too good," he said quietly, finger to his lips to quiet her from speaking too loudly.

Molly was a little alarmed when he made a noise and looked over her shoulder somewhat guiltily, since she'd hoped not to wake them. But she gave him that small tricksy smile she sometimes had when she picked up the pot from the floor and reached to set it on the table. It was closer than the mini-stove. And there was no water in it yet anyway.

"People said it all the time at the markets. Grandma Suresh didn't think I heard."

Of course she had, though. She was observant and curses were easy to understand in any language.

There was a package of pasta on the table, the kind that was butterfly-shaped, and some broccoli.

"Do you want to help? We can surprise Matt."

"Just because people say things all the time doesn't mean that you ought to say it too," he lectured kindly and bent to help her clean up. She'd seemed to charm her way to one of the cooks to give her plain ingredients. It wasn't as if they had more than a microwave and a hot plate up here, but it was surely good enough.

Mohinder reached a large bowl on the top of a shelf filled with their clothing and placed it on the tiny table. Of course he would help.

Pasta, vegetables, a cheesy sort of sauce. Bacon bits? Well, he'd put that aside from now. Matt could sprinkle it on after. "I don't think we have a large enough spoon, so wash your hands very well."

What? Kids liked to get messy!

She bit her lip and gave him a sidelong glance. "Nobody says it here. You're the only one who understands it", she pointed out, obviously testing her boundaries a little. At the same time, there was a curiosity about it. Was it really a bad word if no one knew?

Getting to the bathroom to fetch the liquid soap they had there, she washed her hands by the kitchen sink. Although the one or two doors there were in this small apartment were usually open, she didn't much like not being able to see the men.

When she was done she handed the soap to Mohinder, because if she had to wash her hands then he should too.

"Surely, I'm not the only person here that speaks Hindi. And even if I would be, you have to wait until you're in high school to start using bad language." It was a tease and hopefully Molly would forget he just said that in the next two years. He actually can't imagine it at all, Molly in high school. She was so big and so smart, but... He wanted more time with the little girl.

Who talked like a Mumbai market trader! Oh dear.

Accepting the soap, Mohinder washed up a well, half way to his elbows, and then followed Molly back to their living space-slash-kitchen with his hands up like a surgeon.

"Are you prepared, Doctor Walker?" he asked, giving her a solemn look. He certainly was the more strict of the two, but that was fine. Matt was intimidating but far more huggable. Mohinder thought so too.

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Okay, I won't." At least not when he heard. And he wouldn't get to tell her off when she started high school, either.

If she started school again. She wanted to, but things kept changing all the time and it left her kind of doubtful. But at least they were all together again.

She fought not to giggle when Mohinder looked at her that way, succeeded pretty well in that, and put the package of pasta in his hand with great care like she'd seen on TV. "Super prepared." Then she grinned. "The broccoli aren't feeling too well. They need an operation."

"I'll show you a bit of a trick to reviving them," Mohinder said, going for the bucket of ice sitting on the counter. This certainly was no hotel but there was an ice machine at the end of the hall. He'd never questioned it. It came in handy.

Filling a bowl with water and dumping the ice in, Mohinder 'shocked' the broccoli so Molly could see and the limp vegetable regained some colour and even a bit of crunch.

"Go one then, be careful, they're still quite hot. Blot off the water and mix them in quite well with the pasta." He'd give Molly the messier jobs. He'd rather spend the time with the miniature microwave warming up whatever sauce she'd stolen. It tasted a bit salty, so likely, it was some sort of cheese product. Not the best, but it would be tasty for the Americans no doubt.

When the ingredients were hand mixed, Mohinder watched the girl for a few minutes and tried to open her up a bit.

"We won't be staying here too much longer, Molly. When it's safe, would you like to find a new home somewhere else?"

"This is so weird."

Molly quite enjoyed the messier tasks, so it worked out well, even if she looked skeptical at some of the things he suggested. Vegetables in ice? That didn't make much sense to her, but she knew Mohinder was a good cook, so she followed the instructions. Not without poking some fun at it, though.

She also made a show of threatening him with her messy fingers once she'd mixed the ingredients together but had sense enough to not actually grab any clothing. They both washed their hands again after that, though.

She was grabbing some forks to start setting the table when he asked her that, and she put the cutlery down after glancing at him. She knew what that meant. It was an issue to her even if it couldn't be helped.

"I know we have to", she said. What she wanted or what any of them wanted didn't seem to matter in the end and she was aware of this. "When will it be safe?"

Mohinder sat at the table after they'd finished putting lunch (or was it dinner?) together and gently stroked back some of Molly's hair from off her shoulder and away from her face. "In a few days. We've got medicine for the people here, for the people in the areas around the outbreaks. As it's made, it's being given out."

Well. Sold for a nominal charge to cover manufacturing and covered by all American insurance types which amounted to roughly five dollars a dose. Mohinder thought that reasonable for everyone, especially because Pinehearst could not function without capital investments.

And it wasn't as if they were making a profit on Mohinder's hard work.

Yet.

"We can't go back to New York. Or Atlanta. But there are safe places for us. You can return to school. Matt and I will find new work."

She thought that it wouldn't really be returning if it wasn't the same school, but she didn't say anything about that. Mohinder was just trying to make her feel better.

But still.

"It's unfair", she said somewhat dejectedly. And it really was, but they all knew that. She looked up at him. "Do we have to keep hiding?"

Because if there really was a place that was safe, really safe, then they shouldn't have to. Right?

It was incredibly difficult to disappoint the poor thing, but Mohinder and Matt had been drilling this into her pretty head since she arrived with them. "You have to hide your ability from anyone without one," Mohinder said, his full attention on the girl and not on the dish warming in the microwave. "Even some people with them are dangerous," he reminded her. "But there will be times when you believe a person to be trustworthy of knowing who you are and what you can do."

This felt like a virginity advocacy talk. Mohinder found it quite uncomfortable.

"When and if that time comes, it will be up to you to decide if you share yourself with them or not. No matter where we go, however, you are legally Matt's daughter. And legally mine. We don't have to worry about the Company any more, not like we did. We don't have to hide our family. But if you'd rather not discuss it with your friends at your new school, that's all right too."

"I know", she said, because she did. She paid attention, and she listened, and she understood. It had been pretty good to know that she was theirs, and they'd asked if that was okay and she'd said yeah, because even if she missed her parents a lot she knew Matt and Mohinder loved her and wanted to be with her and wanted to keep her safe. That's what parents did. She loved them too.

"And the Bogeyman is dead", she added, a not-really-question because she needed the confirmation. She watched for it in Mohinder's face. "And the Nightmare man won't wake up. So we don't have to be scared of them."

"That's right," Mohinder told her, ghostly smile on his lips. "That's exactly right. But there are bad people in the world, Molly. People that might exploit you. Your gift is powerful and in the wrong hands, it could be used to hurt someone. That's why we have to be careful about it, though Matt and I will make sure you're safe."

He tucked that ornery strand of light brown behind her ear again since it hardly seemed capable of staying put.

"We don't have to hide any more, though." And it might be difficult to. Matt was famous. Mohinder, in name at least, would be too. "But we might stay out of big cities and stay someplace a little more quiet."

She knew that, too. She smiled back at him though, feeling a bit better. People could be really bad but at least her new parents were good, even if they fought sometimes.

She was thinking along the same lines as Mohinder, too. "Because you're famous now", she said easily enough. She'd seen that on TV a lot. Famous people had to hide from the news crew if they wanted to be left alone. It was one of the reason she didn't want to be, either. "If we move to the country, can we have animals?"

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