aunt_zelda | D&D (with the Heroes characters - Mylar and Plaude are there!)

Title: D&D (For lack of a better, cleverer title)

Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)

Genre: We’re bordering on crack here, people!

Pairings: Mohinder/Gabriel, Plaude, and Niki and Nathan

Warnings: Uh … a bunch of D&D jargon. But Mohinder has never played before and people are explaining things to him (and you guys out there!) If you’ve ever played D&D, you’ll get most of the jokes. Also, I’ve played a rather flexible D&D, so if you hardcore guys notice ‘mistakes’ it’s just how I learned.

Summary: A vast majority of the Heroes cast (as high school students) play D&D. Mohinder/Gabriel and Plaude exist, Niki and Nathan flirt, and Linderman is the DM (Dungeons Master – the guy who orchestrates the game.)

My Thoughts: So, a while ago, I saw someone’s userpic that had Peter, Matt, and Audrey grouped around a table (from the episode after ‘Homecoming’) and Peter’s speech bubble said ‘I wanna cast Magic Missile!’ (Whosever that userpic belongs to, you made my month!)

Anyways, then I was on IMDb.com, in a Heroes chatroom, and someone put in ‘I wanna cast magic missile!’ as a joke.

Plus, I love D&D, so, here it is, something that I thought impossible at first: a Mohinder/Gabriel and Plaude high-school D&D fic!

Here’s the table arrangement:

Linderman

Noah Niki

Claire Nathan

Mohinder Claude

Gabriel Peter

Hiro and Ando

Mohinder was slightly nervous. After all, you heard scary things about role-playing games and teenagers. Gabriel had assured him that they didn’t do live-action stuff (involving actual swords and cloaks) but it still sounded kinda sketchy.

Gabriel yanked open a door that had a ‘D&D: Beware of the Chromatic Dragons’ sign taped beneath a plaque that read ‘Storage Room #15’

“Nobody uses it much, there are a bunch of old desks in here,” Gabriel had told him as they’d raced down the hallway. “Oh, and don’t tick Linderman off, he’s the DM – dungeaons master, guy who controls things – or you’ll end up as a half-orc with a blunt ax.”

Gabriel pushed the door open, and Mohinder warily followed him in.

“Sorry I’m late guys,” Gabriel said, shutting the door and half dragging Mohinder over to two empty chairs between a pretty blond girl and two Japanese exchange students.

“Who’s he?” a senior with an English accent demanded, jerking his head at Mohinder, who sat down next to the blond girl, who smiled kindly at him.

“His boyfriend,” another blond girl, older, wearing a low-cut shirt, hissed.

Mohinder stared at the table, fighting a blush. Did everyone know he and Gabriel were … well, ‘going out’ was an odd way to put it …

“Be nice, Claude,” said a dark haired boy – a sophomore in Mohinder’s science class – elbowing the senior, who was sitting to his right, directly across from Mohinder.

“I was bein’ nice, Peter,” snapped the senior.

“So, new recruit?”

Down at the end of the table – to Mohinder’s left – was a fair-haired boy – Mohinder guessed about seventeen or so – with a pile of imposing looking books and a sandwich in front of him. “Perfect! Give me a few seconds to finish these!” he set about filling out several sheets of paper that he’d taken out of one of the books.

There was a pause.

“Uh … I’m Claire,” the blond girl shook Mohinder’s hand. “This is my cousin, Noah,” she leaned back to let an older boy with horn-rimmed glasses nod to Mohinder, who tried to smile politely.

“Hope you stay,” Noah looked Mohinder up and down. “We need new people, next year Claude, Nathan and I will have graduated.”

“Who’s Nathan?” Mohinder asked, glancing around the table.

The door opened. A stressed-looking boy with a large portfolio under one arm hurried in and sat down next to the blond girl with the low cut blouse.

“Sorry, guys,” he apologized, setting the portfolio down behind him and taking a salad out of his backpack. “New member?” he asked, nodding his head at Mohinder.

“Yeah,” the blond to his right said. “This is Nathan,” she explained to Mohinder. “I’m Niki,” she flashed a dazzling smile.

“Hi,” Mohinder managed, still feeling incredibly out of place.

“I’m Peter!” the dark haired boy enthusiastically stuck his hand out across the table. The senior rolled his eyes and glared at Mohinder icily, who made the handshake as quick as possible.

“This is Claude,” Peter beamed at the senior next to him, who merely nodded.

“Yer going out with Gabriel?” Claude asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Uh …” Mohinder felt his throat close under those steely eyes.

“He is,” Gabriel leaned forward. “That a problem, Claude?” he demanded defensively.

“’Course not,” he shrugged. “Just wanted ta make sure …” he let it hang in the air.

Mohinder had surmised – from how close Peter and Claude were sitting; the way Peter had smiled at Claude; and Claude’s words – that he and Gabriel weren’t the only ones ‘going out.’

“I am Ando,” one of the Japanese boys at the end of the table smiled at Mohinder, breaking the awkward silence. “This is Hiro,” he kicked the boy with glasses under the table.

“Ow!” Hiro looked up from his manga book.

“Done!” the boy at the end of the table looked up. “Oh, hello Nathan! When did you get here?”

“Second or two ago,” Nathan shrugged. “Meeting went late, sorry,”

“No matter,” the boy began handing out sheets.

“What am I, Linderman?” Gabriel asked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

The boy – Linderman – grinned. “You’re a mind-flayer sorcerer,”

A collective ‘oooooo’ of astonishment went around the table. Mohinder blinked.

Gabriel made a face. “I gotta eat brains?” he asked.

“Dude, you’re like, the most powerful sorcerer ever! Githyanki and Githzerai stop their blood-feud to beat the crap out of you guys! Everyone fears you and submits to your will! God, I am so jealous!” Niki muttered the last bit to herself.

“Count your blessings! I could have made you a dwarf woman again!” Linderman glared at Niki, who glared right back, but remained silent.

The others snickered.

“Dwarf women have beards,” Claire hissed to Mohinder, who twitched a weak smile.

“Moving on,” Claude said loudly, glancing down at his sheet. “Ah, a sorcerer-slash-rouge with the power of invisibility,” he shook his head, smirking to himself.

“I’m some sort of sorcerer who can’t seem to control my powers. My father, a human lord, disowned me and now seems to want me dead.” Peter squinted at his sheet. “Well, I’m not complex at all.”

Nathan shrugged. “I can fly,” he grinned. “I’m happy,”

“You’re a lord’s son,” Niki glanced over at his sheet. “Ooooooo, I bet you’re hot!” she raised her eyebrows teasingly.

“Are you implying that I’m not now?” Nathan teased back, his foot rubbing against hers.

“Oi! Cut it out!” Claude snapped: he was sitting next to Nathan, and his feet had been jostled. “Get a room … or cave ...”

Mohinder had been lost back at the ‘dwarf women have beards’ thing. He had decided to stick it out only to appease Gabriel.

He set about deciphering his sheet. “What am I?” he whispered to Gabriel, who was almost glowing with pride at being a mind-flyer or whatever.

Gabriel scanned the sheet that had been handed to his boyfriend. He whistled slightly. “A medic and alchemist – that’s basically a scientist,” he translated, “you seek revenge on the mind-flayer sorcerer who killed your father, who’d uncovered a dreadful secret,”

Mohinder blinked, his confused face returning. “Wait, I thought that you were the mind-flaying … thingy. Does that mean I–I want to kill you?”

Linderman had a rather sick and twisted grin on his face. “Yep!” he declared brightly.

There was a pause.

“That’s really perverted, Linderman,” Claire said sweetly.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s his first time …” Noah added, but Linderman cut him off.

“I’ve got it all planned, just bear with me!” Linderman glanced at Hiro, who was whispering to his friend Ando in a jumble of Japanese and English. “You two ok with this?” he asked.

Hiro looked up, his eyes shining with excitement. “I have a sword!” he grinned broadly.

Ando rolled his eyes. “I just hope I can keep him from falling into a volcano or something,” he smirked.

“Hey!” Hiro elbowed him jokingly. “It was me who saved you from the succubus last time!”

Ando groaned and banged his head onto the table. “Don’t bring that up again, please,”

Claude grinned. “Oh, yeah! Back when I was training Peter to be a warrior!” Peter blushed.

The table laughed for a while, recalling past games. Mohinder felt more and more out of place.

“So,” Linderman took a bite out of his sandwich and said, through bits of lettuce and tomato, “lesh begin!” he swallowed, then pointed to Noah. “You go first: and we’ll move around the table counter-clockwise.”

Noah scanned his sheet quickly. “Ranger, dark past, adopted daughter, blah blah blah … ok! Where do I begin?” he asked.

Linderman closed his eyes. “You’re in the forest,”

“Duh,” Noah muttered.

“Checking in on your Claire, your aforementioned adopted daughter. She lives in a hut at the edge of the … uh … Great Forest of Peril,” some snickers around the table. “Yeah, and it’s approaching fast approaching night,”

Noah smiled. “The Great Forest of Peril doesn’t sound like a nice place hang out,” Claire snorted. “But, ok, I’ll … uh, use my super cool ranger observation skills to see if there’s anything lurking about, as lurksome things often do.”

Linderman emptied a small leather bag onto the table. More dice than Mohinder had ever seen, all different colors with anything from four to twenty sides, scattered. “Roll a twenty-sider,” Linderman said.

Noah rolled an orange die. “Fifteen,” he announced, as Hiro and Ando craned their necks to see.

(TBC)