Fic: The Unsaid
Title: The Unsaid
Author: Jemisard
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-15
Characters: Matt, Mohinder
Summary: Nights are never silent for Matt.
Warnings: 1x23 and 2x01 spoilers. Some adult themes.
Matt woke up to the sound of Mohinder screaming Sylar’s name.
He was off the couch and grabbing his gun before he’d actually woken up, clicking back the safety and stalking over to the doorway to Mohinder’s bedroom.
Quiet. If Sylar didn’t know it was coming, he couldn’t stop it.
The door was half open already in anticipation of Molly’s nightmares. Matt pointed the gun and slid around the entranceway to find-
Mohinder asleep.
He dropped the gun down, clicking the safety back on. Just a dream. Of course it was just a dream. Sylar was dead, and Molly and Mohinder were both asleep.
He turned to go back to the living room.
No! Don’t hurt me, please, stop hurting me! Stop it! Sylar.
Part of Matt wanted to just go back to bed.
He lay the gun on the bedside table and knelt down next to the bed. He hesitated before laying his hand on the other man’s shoulder and shaking. “Mohinder? Wake up.”
The man’s eyes flicked open; he was upright and gasping for breath in the same moment. His hands flailed, shoving Matt away as he scrambled back up the bed, staring around wildly.
“Mohinder. It’s Matt. You were dreaming.”
Don’t touch me, don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.
“I won’t hurt you. Sylar’s gone. He’s dead.” He sat up on the edge of the bed, slowly reaching to rub a hand over the other man’s arm. “You’re safe.”
“Oh god.” Mohinder wrapped his arms tightly around his body, the wild terror finally leaving his gaze. “I thought for a moment...” He was here again, it was happening again, he was torturing me again.
Matt reeled back. “Sylar tortured you?”
“Stay out of my head!” The fear in his voice cut across Matt’s nerves. “Stay out. Just keep out.” Don’t leave me alone. What if he comes back?
“I’m not trying to read your mind, Mohinder. I promise. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He shifted a bit closer, keeping his voice soft. “You’re safe now. He’s dead. I’m out in the living room. No one’s getting in here to you two.”
For a brief moment, the scientist that owned the apartment seemed to vanish, a too young, deeply hurt man watching him.
“I promise, Mohinder. I’ll look after both of you.”
The words aren’t English. But the way Mohinder crumples forwards, gasping for breath between tears is something Matt understands.
He catches Mohinder and holds him closer, not even trying to filter the noise of foreign words skimming past him as the man shudders and sobs his arms.
Tomorrow... nothing will change.
Tonight, he’ll let Mohinder be the fragile one for once.
Author: Jemisard
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-15
Characters: Matt, Mohinder
Summary: Nights are never silent for Matt.
Warnings: 1x23 and 2x01 spoilers. Some adult themes.
Matt woke up to the sound of Mohinder screaming Sylar’s name.
He was off the couch and grabbing his gun before he’d actually woken up, clicking back the safety and stalking over to the doorway to Mohinder’s bedroom.
Quiet. If Sylar didn’t know it was coming, he couldn’t stop it.
The door was half open already in anticipation of Molly’s nightmares. Matt pointed the gun and slid around the entranceway to find-
Mohinder asleep.
He dropped the gun down, clicking the safety back on. Just a dream. Of course it was just a dream. Sylar was dead, and Molly and Mohinder were both asleep.
He turned to go back to the living room.
No! Don’t hurt me, please, stop hurting me! Stop it! Sylar.
Part of Matt wanted to just go back to bed.
He lay the gun on the bedside table and knelt down next to the bed. He hesitated before laying his hand on the other man’s shoulder and shaking. “Mohinder? Wake up.”
The man’s eyes flicked open; he was upright and gasping for breath in the same moment. His hands flailed, shoving Matt away as he scrambled back up the bed, staring around wildly.
“Mohinder. It’s Matt. You were dreaming.”
Don’t touch me, don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.
“I won’t hurt you. Sylar’s gone. He’s dead.” He sat up on the edge of the bed, slowly reaching to rub a hand over the other man’s arm. “You’re safe.”
“Oh god.” Mohinder wrapped his arms tightly around his body, the wild terror finally leaving his gaze. “I thought for a moment...” He was here again, it was happening again, he was torturing me again.
Matt reeled back. “Sylar tortured you?”
“Stay out of my head!” The fear in his voice cut across Matt’s nerves. “Stay out. Just keep out.” Don’t leave me alone. What if he comes back?
“I’m not trying to read your mind, Mohinder. I promise. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He shifted a bit closer, keeping his voice soft. “You’re safe now. He’s dead. I’m out in the living room. No one’s getting in here to you two.”
For a brief moment, the scientist that owned the apartment seemed to vanish, a too young, deeply hurt man watching him.
“I promise, Mohinder. I’ll look after both of you.”
The words aren’t English. But the way Mohinder crumples forwards, gasping for breath between tears is something Matt understands.
He catches Mohinder and holds him closer, not even trying to filter the noise of foreign words skimming past him as the man shudders and sobs his arms.
Tomorrow... nothing will change.
Tonight, he’ll let Mohinder be the fragile one for once.