Getting out of the cab, Mohinder looked up at the club with a sense of slight trepidation now that they were here. He didn't feel his age, but he did feel older than the young and mostly buzzing drunk crowd ( Read more... )

1. I considered it a toy. It was 1981, and I was too young to appreciate that the microscope was expensive and not a toy. I was playing at being a scientist and was adjusting the focus upwards exactly how you should never do. I broke the slide, and the lens and my father’s trust to let me play in his office ( Read more... )

They walked to the cafe hand in hand, Mohinder’s fingers stroking Gabriel’s hand and reassuring him softly that everything would be fine.

At the doorway, they kissed softly and Mohinder stepped inside, fingers stroking his rings as he looked around.

“Mohinder!”

He turned to the call and paused, found himself caught in a time warp.

( Long narrative. )

It was Boxing Day. They had enough food that neither of them had to cook or order take out for another three days, they hadn't actually put on real clothes in over twenty four hours and life was, all in all, completely relaxed and lazy ( Read more... )

Christmas. It was still something... new. Strange. Uncomfortable, in a sense, because it wasn't his traditions and was something he had always avoided by returning to the safety of India when the holiday reared its head ( Read more... )

Mohinder had learned to bypass the entire problem of keeping hands from wandering in the shower by going to shower in the other bathroom still, preferably while his lover was still asleep ( Read more... )

Hiding from the light

( AU. )

Mohinder sat on the couch, shortlisting beds between loading genomes and emailing Mira, trying to convince her to give him access to her database, just for a few hours.

He leaned back, cracking his neck and pushing his glasses up on top of his head to look for Gabriel. "Love... Have you ever thought about putting a mark on me?"

By the time that Sylar arrived, it was all already over.

( Season three spoilers. Character death. )

When the alarm went off at ten, Mohinder had extricated himself from Sylar and made his way inside to turn it off. He came back to make sure the other man was still asleep, tucking him in and rewarded himself for getting up by going to have a nice, long shower ( Read more... )