[ficlet] Honey, I'm Home (PG)
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tiptoe39Title: Honey, I'm Home
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tiptoe39
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for the timestamp meme. Set one day after Episodic Tangents: Five Years Gone. Thanks tocarmexgirl for the prompt.
Author's Note: Sorry so short. But (EDIT!) there's a steamy sequel!
He'd been sleeping for at least eighteen hours. The shock of the transfusion, not to mention Matt's inherent weakness when it came to needles, knocked him out early. Since then, Mohinder had stood watch over his bed as he cried out, convulsed in his sleep, thrashed among the bedsheets and then lay unmoving for hours before coming to violent life again. The memories he'd lost were returning to him.
Peter had stayed until evening and then left with a flood of apologies. After that, Mohinder had fought Molly to bed. "He's probably not going to wake up tonight, anyway," he told her as she pouted and frowned. "I'll wake you up if he does. I promise." It was this promise that finally weakened her resolve, and like a good girl se'd trudged off to bed, leaving Mohinder to stand guard over his once and (hopefully) future lover.
He'd listened for a while to Matt reliving his years. Small murmurs of memory, surfacing like brine-soaked driftwood in a restless ocean. "You can heal?" he said at one point. A few minutes later, he'd reached skyward, sweating. "No, Ted... don't!" Then nothing for an hour, then, "I'm a damned good father." Tossing and thrashing. Mohinder's eyes itching, begging for sleep. But he couldn't look away.
There were lighter moments too, particularly a sudden outburst of "What the hell are you talking about, Nathan? I'm not gay!" Mohinder snorted so loudly he was afraid he might wake Molly. And his eyes filled with tears when he heard Matt whisper, in that same tender voice he remembered, "I think I might be in love with you. Does that scare you?"
And just before dawn, as Molly still slept, Matt's eyes finally, blessedly, opened.
Mohinder rubbed his own eyes with a hasty hand. He couldn't speak, couldn't break the silence that ensued as Matt saw him, focused on him, blinked the sleep away.
"You look awful," were his first words.
Mohinder started. He tried to reply and still couldn't.
Matt reached over to touch the spot on his arm where the IV met his skin. "Hurts," he said.
"I'll take it out," Mohinder said. "The transfusion is complete, but you were asleep..."
"Yeah. I feel like I've been sleeping a hundred years," Matt said. "And I feel like i could sleep another hundred pretty easily."
"Matt." The name burst hard and insistent from Mohinder's lips. The question was so close to flying free, but he didn't want to give the man pressure just as he was coming out of a traumatic series of dreams and was feeling weak.
"I can read your mind, smartass," Matt grimaced. "If you would come a little bit closer I'd be more than happy to tell you what I remember."
It didn't take much more than that. The flicker of smile was enough. Mohinder burst into a grin and leaned over the bed. Just before they came together Matt grinned wickedly and whispered, "Hi, honey, I'm home."
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Author:
tiptoe39Rating: PG
Summary: Written for the timestamp meme. Set one day after Episodic Tangents: Five Years Gone. Thanks to
carmexgirl for the prompt.Author's Note: Sorry so short. But (EDIT!) there's a steamy sequel!
He'd been sleeping for at least eighteen hours. The shock of the transfusion, not to mention Matt's inherent weakness when it came to needles, knocked him out early. Since then, Mohinder had stood watch over his bed as he cried out, convulsed in his sleep, thrashed among the bedsheets and then lay unmoving for hours before coming to violent life again. The memories he'd lost were returning to him.
Peter had stayed until evening and then left with a flood of apologies. After that, Mohinder had fought Molly to bed. "He's probably not going to wake up tonight, anyway," he told her as she pouted and frowned. "I'll wake you up if he does. I promise." It was this promise that finally weakened her resolve, and like a good girl se'd trudged off to bed, leaving Mohinder to stand guard over his once and (hopefully) future lover.
He'd listened for a while to Matt reliving his years. Small murmurs of memory, surfacing like brine-soaked driftwood in a restless ocean. "You can heal?" he said at one point. A few minutes later, he'd reached skyward, sweating. "No, Ted... don't!" Then nothing for an hour, then, "I'm a damned good father." Tossing and thrashing. Mohinder's eyes itching, begging for sleep. But he couldn't look away.
There were lighter moments too, particularly a sudden outburst of "What the hell are you talking about, Nathan? I'm not gay!" Mohinder snorted so loudly he was afraid he might wake Molly. And his eyes filled with tears when he heard Matt whisper, in that same tender voice he remembered, "I think I might be in love with you. Does that scare you?"
And just before dawn, as Molly still slept, Matt's eyes finally, blessedly, opened.
Mohinder rubbed his own eyes with a hasty hand. He couldn't speak, couldn't break the silence that ensued as Matt saw him, focused on him, blinked the sleep away.
"You look awful," were his first words.
Mohinder started. He tried to reply and still couldn't.
Matt reached over to touch the spot on his arm where the IV met his skin. "Hurts," he said.
"I'll take it out," Mohinder said. "The transfusion is complete, but you were asleep..."
"Yeah. I feel like I've been sleeping a hundred years," Matt said. "And I feel like i could sleep another hundred pretty easily."
"Matt." The name burst hard and insistent from Mohinder's lips. The question was so close to flying free, but he didn't want to give the man pressure just as he was coming out of a traumatic series of dreams and was feeling weak.
"I can read your mind, smartass," Matt grimaced. "If you would come a little bit closer I'd be more than happy to tell you what I remember."
It didn't take much more than that. The flicker of smile was enough. Mohinder burst into a grin and leaned over the bed. Just before they came together Matt grinned wickedly and whispered, "Hi, honey, I'm home."
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