Three Months (Part 5 of the 'Stop Me' AU)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Three Months (Part 5 of my strange AU)

Rating: R for safety.

Genre: Smut and angst.

Warnings: The end is klunky. I don't know where to go from here. HELP!

Disclaimer: Uh … obviously I don’t own Heroes, because if I did, I’d have Mylar making out on screen instead of in slash fics or my twisted mind …

Recap If You’re Lazy And Won’t Follow My Lovely Links: Sylar almost blew up but the Haitian wiped his memory and sent Gabriel off with Mohinder to Canada, where they're going through the first steps in a luverly fuzzy romance.

My Thoughts: At last! Wrote this on the road. No spellcheck until the end, no beta. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here ... *is kidding*

So, I 'fixed' the time change problem I've been stewing about for ages. I've had parts about Molly, Peter, and Claude written since I began, but nowhere to put them. Hope this isn't too rushed. I love the 'aaawww!' romance too, but EVILPeter is demanding I let him out soon ... I promise more lovely flashbacks, ok? Also, phone-conversations are not my strong suit. I apologize, but it's that or 'Noah and Mohinder argued for a bit and finalized Molly's adoption papers.' Take your pick.

 

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/2514.html – Stop Me (1)

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/3751.html - Phone Call and Watch (2)

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/4730.html - Something Unexpected (3)

http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/5735.html - Angel’s Nightmare (4)

 

"Hello, Gray's Repairs and the Suresh household, how may I help you?"

"Mohinder?"

Mohinder feels ice-water trickle down his spine: Noah Bennet. "Uh, hi Mr. Bennet ..." he bites his lip. "How have you been?"

"Fine, fine. Claire's back in school and Texas is lovely this time of year. And yourself?"

"Never been better," Mohinder says, and he means it. The past three months have been glorious: sci-fi marathons, a well-paying job at the University teaching genetics, crime-scene/hospital drama TV shows, Gabriel's successful new repair shop (run from the unused garage), long phone calls as Molly filled him in on life in NYC, the chilly but pleasant weather ...

And, of course, the passionate, if fleeting, moments of romance with Gabriel.

Yes, he'd tried desperately to deny it - his declaration when Sylar had been about to explode and kill him and half of NYC didn't exactly count, did it? - and Gabriel's rock-bottom self-esteem had kept him at a respectful, almost terrified, distance.

But you couldn't hold out forever, and sometimes Gabriel looked so ... beautiful, particularly during late-night marathons of Doctor Who, when the popcorn had run out, and it had been a long day at work, and any moral dilemmas had vanished in a blur of English snark and exhaustion.

It began as a touch - like feigning a stretch and putting his arm around Gabriel's shoulders, or pretending spaghetti sauce had gotten on his face - and gradually progressed to kisses. Mild and quick at first, like dinner-rolls, but as the weeks went on they became more and more familiar with each other's lips and mouths and began to prolong the kisses - entire commercial breaks were taken up - and soon hands went missing. Both were relatively inexperienced in these matters, but Mohinder had the advantage for the first time in his life. Extracting soft moans from Gabriel gave him a sense of control he'd never had with 'Zane' and Sylar.

Sylar.

He dominated every aspect of this, vanishing for a while and then reappearing in horrific dreams. Far worse were the moments during the day, when Gabriel would say something or do something that would bring memories back.

Take a recent incident when they'd been entwined in each other's arms and kissing profusely and Gabriel had shoved Mohinder down onto the couch and straddled him. Mohinder wouldn't have minded, but Gabriel had shoved him and was acting rough and wild - almost as if he were a different person ...

A wave of Sylar came rushing back. You might actually do some good before you die ... I'm not done with him yet ...

Mohinder managed to work his way around Gabriel's feverish suffocation of lips to yell 'No! Please stop!'

Gabriel jumped off of him and skittered back to his side of the couch, mortified.

It took him a while to find his voice. "I'm so sorry! I ... I don't know what came over me ..." Gabriel stared at the floor and cocked his head in that strange way of his.

"Don't worry about it," Mohinder whispered, staring off in the opposite direction.

The evening ended in an uncomfortable silence.

"Good, good. Listen, all the documents have been filled out and such for your adoption of Molly. Just need some last minute information,"

Mohinder jerks out of his reminiscing and focuses on the phone call. "Ok,"

Noah clears his throat. "Right then. I won't ask how you got valid citizenship in Canada, but it's legal to the dot, so that's not an issue. No criminal record also helps ... is there anyone living with you right now?"

Mohinder closes his eyes. This is it, dropping the bomb. "Actually, yes, I met someone just after moving here."

A pause.

"Is she hot?" Noah jokes.

Mohinder winces in preparation for the storm. "He is relatively good looking by society's standards, not that it matters."

A lengthy pause.

"Oh." Noah clears his throat again. "So ... did you conduct a background check on him?"

"Of course, how stupid do you think I am?!" rage, an emotion not accessed as often as it used to be, surfaces.

"Just making sure! You're a rather important person in all of our futures, Mohinder, having you show up dead in a Canadian morgue without anyone to identify you isn't exactly ideal." snappish and icy, as always.

Mohinder sighs. "Anything else you need?" he asks.

"Hmmm ..." presumably Noah scans a list. "Just your income information."