Fiction: The Present
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kethniName: The Present
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Waffy
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msbhaven (I have the other ideas squirreled away, oh yes)
Follows Giving
Molly covers her mouth with her hands and peers with huge, blue eyes. She’s laid flat out under the bed, tiny shoulders shaking.
The door is thrown open. Heavy footfalls come through and stomp around the bed.
“Rrrrrawwr!”
Molly squeals as he grabs under the bed. She flings herself out the other side and sprints for the door.
“I’ve got you!” Mohinder roars, charging across the bed, jumping down, and grabbing her up into his arms.
“No!” she wails, giggling and kicking her legs.
“Oh yes, I’ve got you!” Mohinder carries into the main room and throws her down onto the bed. “I have you and I’m going to eat you!” As she giggles and squirms, he pulls up her tunic and blows a raspberry on her stomach.
“Momo!”
Mohinder falls onto the bed and pulls her against him. “I’ve eaten you all up.”
Molly pokes her tongue out and laughs. “I’m still here.”
“No, you’re all eaten.”
“Master never catched me,” she says.
Mohinder plays with her hair. “Catches not catched. Master lets you get away.”
“Nu-uh!” she says, wide-eyed. “I get away and then I get him!”
Mohinder kisses her forehead. “Perhaps it would be nice to let Master catch you then.”
“I don’t want to,” she says, tiny mouth in a pout.
“Poor Master,” Mohinder says sadly.
“I like catching Master!”
“Mmm me, too.”
“You don’t play chase with Master!”
Mohinder smiles at her expression. “We should do your letters.”
“We did letters before,” Molly complains, sitting up and folding her arms.
“That was yesterday. Get your book.”
“The Apple is Green,” Molly chants.
“Very good!” Mohinder kisses her cheek.
“The Worm Eats...”
Someone hammers on the door. “Slave! Open the door!”
“Molly, to your room,” Mohinder says, pushing off the bed and toward her door. “Now!” He grabs up a short sword from the rack on the wall and approaches the door. “Who goes there?”
“Lieutenant Schaeffer, the Captain has been injured, open the door.”
Mohinder cautiously opens the door. Matt, his helmet and much of his uniform missing, is being carried on a stretcher by two guards in full uniform.
“Bring him in,” Mohinder says quickly. “What happened?”
“That is not for you to know, slave. The doctor will come to show you how to care for him,” Schaeffer says gruffly.
They put Matt onto the bed and carefully remove the stretcher.
“You will nurse him properly,” Schaeffer growls, stepping towards Mohinder.
Mohinder snorts and looks him up and down. “I have been his slave for three years. Do you think that you can possibly intimidate me?” He points at the door. “Leave and let me tend to my master.”
“You better.” Schaeffer slams the door behind him as he goes.
“Fool,” Mohinder snorts, turning and sitting on the bed. “Master?” He brushes the back of his fingers down Matt’s cheek. “Matt?”
“Hurts,” Matt mutters, eyes closed. “Sorry.”
“How can I aid you?”
Matt’s hand pats the bed as if searching for something. Mohinder takes Matt’s hand between his and rubs it gently.
“Is there anything you need?”
No answer.
Mohinder tentatively begins taking off what remains of Matt’s armour. The straps around his legs are soaked in his blood.
“What kind of butcher did they have treating you?” he mutters.
“Mohinder, I want to come out!” Molly calls through the door.
“Not yet, read your book.” Mohinder puts water on to heat over the fire. “I’ll come in soon.”
The mail has been removed already and the leather undershirt hacked away roughly at the side and back. Mohinder blanches at the scent of burnt flesh.
“Momo,” Molly whines, “I’m bored.”
“Play with your cup and ball.”
There is the one wound only, a deep slash from a sword that has been cauterised with a heated iron. The surgeon has removed the bare minimum of clothing to treat the wound and left the rest on him. Blood has soaked into the clothes, the armour, and dried on Matt’s skin.
Mohinder takes the water off the fire and begins washing the blood away. The door opens slowly and Molly peers out.
“Momo?”
“Go back to your room.”
Molly ignores him and walks out. “Master?” She looks up at Mohinder.
“Master will be well but he has been injured,” Mohinder says quietly, rinsing out the blood soaked rag quickly.
“Is he asleep?” Molly whispers, standing up on her tiptoes to see.
“That’s right.” Mohinder flaps a hand at her. “Master is naked, go back to your room.”
“Want to help!” she pouts.
Mohinder taps his fingers on the mattress. “Sit down on the floor and read your book, Molly. When Master wakes up he’ll be happy to hear you learning your lesson.”
“Okay.” Molly says, sitting down cross-legged on the floor. “The Apple is Green. The Worm Eats the Apple.”
Mohinder nods and dries Matt with a towel. “What colour is the apple?”
“Green!” Molly says, pouting. “The Boat is Blue.”
Mohinder gets out a clean tunic and struggles to put it on Matt. “What does the boat do?”
“The Boat Sails the Sea!” Molly chants. “Is Master awake yet?”
Mohinder sighs and turns to her, kneeling down. “No, not yet. Are you hungry?”
Molly gets up and tries to clamber up onto the bed. “Master?”
Mohinder scoops her up and slings her over his shoulder. “You are a very naughty girl trying to wake Master up,” he chides, lightly patting her bottom as he carries her towards her room.
“Mohinder!” she giggles, her legs kicking futilely. “”Put me down!”
“Shush!” Mohinder whispers, bouncing her on his shoulder. “You’ll wake Master.”
“Sorry!”
Matt tries to move and immediately hisses in pain. He can dimly hear voices talking and then someone clamps a hand on his shoulder.
“Keep you still, Matt, we’ll have you something for the pain now,” the doctor says heartily.
“Don’t you have anything else?” Mohinder asks doubtfully.
“Don’t debate me slave, your master will be well soon enough, and then you’ll have to answer for your manner,” the doctor says sharply.
Mohinder snorts angrily. “My master will sooner punish me for letting him be knocked stupid by that than anything you could say.”
“Let him! Faith, get you back to your kennel, whelp.”
“Will not be my back whipped if your potions make his wits fat,” Mohinder snaps.
“That’s as may be,” the doctor says, a little uneasily. “Perhaps discretion is the best of valour. Half a slice then in water and if that does not give sufficient relief give the other half.”
“Will there be anything beside the pain for concern?”
“Keep the wound clean, keep him off it, and keep cloth or other fibre from touching it. Neither shouting nor exertions should be attempted. He must be calm and rest until the wound is healed. The slave child, is she mild or bold?”
Mohinder shrugs. “Either as the mood takes her.”
“Keep her from him then, so she does not disturb him. I will be back tomorrow evening.”
Mohinder follows him to the door and locks it behind him. “As if keeping her from him will not cause disturbance,” he mutters.
“Pretty?” Matt asks softly.
Mohinder hurries down and sits on the bed in front of him. “How do you fare, Master?”
“Hurts.”
Mohinder strokes his face. “I have something for it. The root the doctor gave when I was pained.”
“Not that.”
“It is half the strength and we both know you are twice the man of me,” Mohinder wheedles. “Shall we try it?”
“Silver-tongued demon,” Matt says, smiling slightly. “Where is the child?”
“At play in the courtyard,” Mohinder soothes, moving away to heat some water. “She will be back with the changing of the watch. She was becoming most insistent on aiding with your care.” He sits back down holding a beaker. “Here is your medicine, take a sip.”
“Foul!”
“Such a great man, such a small child.” Mohinder helps Matt drink the rest of it and wipes his face clean. “The wound is on your back so you will have to stay on your front or side.”
“Both bad,” Matt grumbles.
“Why so?”
“Can’t see you.”
Mohinder lies down in front of him and kisses him softly. “Can you see me now?”
“Too clever,” Matt says relaxing. “Why stay?”
“Stay?” Mohinder asks cautiously. “Do you want me to fetch something?”
“Why stay with me?”
Mohinder kisses his forehead. “Why would I ever go anywhere else? Rest yourself now, Molly will be back soon.”
“Master! Master! Master!” Molly cries anxiously, trying to climb up onto the bed.
Mohinder scoops her up and sits down on the bed with her on his knee. “Molly! Master has been injured; you mustn’t jump all over him. Behave yourself.”
Molly pouts and folds her arms sulkily.
“Don’t brood,” Matt says gruffly. “Come here. Tell me your lessons.”
Molly squirms off Mohinder knee and sits next to Matt. Mohinder watches her settle for a moment and then leaves the room.
“Momo wouldn’t let me help!” she protests, lying down next to him with her shoulder against his.
“Good.”
“Not good!”
“Don’t argue.”
“No Master,” she says, her bottom lip quivering.
Matt bumps her shoulder gently. “Naughty child, hmm?”
Molly bats her eyes at him. “Not naughty.”
“Very naughty.” Matt smiles at her. “Wicked child.”
“No!” Molly giggles and shakes her head. “Good Molly. Very, very good.”
“Be more obedient to Mohinder.”
Mohinder walks back into the room and hands Molly her book.
“Momo! Tell Master I am good!” Molly pleads.
“Why don’t you show us both how good you can be? Show Master your numbers.”
Molly sighs deeply and opens her book. “One two is...”
“Two? Five,” Matt chides. “Up to five.”
Molly flutters her eyes him but he shakes his head. “I remember, five.”
“Urggh, one five is five, two fives are ten, three fives are twelve...”
“Fifteen,” Mohinder corrects mildly. “Five and five is ten, ten and five is fifteen.”
“Too hard!” Molly protests, dropping her head onto the bed.
“Come now,” Matt chides. “Three times five, again.”
Molly looks hopefully at Mohinder but he laughs and carries on preparing food.
“Three fives are fifteen, four fives are twenty, five fives...” Molly screws up her eyes as she concentrates. “Um, twenty and five... twenty five?”
“Very good,” Matt says, warmly.
Molly beams at him.
Molly snores softly. Her mouth is open and she’s drooling slightly.
“A prettier sight is hard to find,” Mohinder laughs.
“Lying on this bed,” Matt agrees.
Mohinder manages to pick her up without waking her. “She will be a wonderful trial to a master some day.”
“Say again?”
Mohinder carries her towards the other room. “One day she’ll have a master of her own.”
“Why should she?” Matt asks sharply. “Why would I sell her?”
Mohinder adjusts her weight. “She cannot be the babe forever. When she is full-grown, she will want someone to care for her and someone to care for. Education well adds another gem to her ornaments.” He smiles back at Matt. “Poor fool to try and deal with a beautiful, clever slave who knows their own mind.”
“Happy fool,” Matt says with a smile.
The End
Morning Glory
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Waffy
Note: For
msbhaven (I have the other ideas squirreled away, oh yes)Follows Giving
Molly covers her mouth with her hands and peers with huge, blue eyes. She’s laid flat out under the bed, tiny shoulders shaking.
The door is thrown open. Heavy footfalls come through and stomp around the bed.
“Rrrrrawwr!”
Molly squeals as he grabs under the bed. She flings herself out the other side and sprints for the door.
“I’ve got you!” Mohinder roars, charging across the bed, jumping down, and grabbing her up into his arms.
“No!” she wails, giggling and kicking her legs.
“Oh yes, I’ve got you!” Mohinder carries into the main room and throws her down onto the bed. “I have you and I’m going to eat you!” As she giggles and squirms, he pulls up her tunic and blows a raspberry on her stomach.
“Momo!”
Mohinder falls onto the bed and pulls her against him. “I’ve eaten you all up.”
Molly pokes her tongue out and laughs. “I’m still here.”
“No, you’re all eaten.”
“Master never catched me,” she says.
Mohinder plays with her hair. “Catches not catched. Master lets you get away.”
“Nu-uh!” she says, wide-eyed. “I get away and then I get him!”
Mohinder kisses her forehead. “Perhaps it would be nice to let Master catch you then.”
“I don’t want to,” she says, tiny mouth in a pout.
“Poor Master,” Mohinder says sadly.
“I like catching Master!”
“Mmm me, too.”
“You don’t play chase with Master!”
Mohinder smiles at her expression. “We should do your letters.”
“We did letters before,” Molly complains, sitting up and folding her arms.
“That was yesterday. Get your book.”
“The Apple is Green,” Molly chants.
“Very good!” Mohinder kisses her cheek.
“The Worm Eats...”
Someone hammers on the door. “Slave! Open the door!”
“Molly, to your room,” Mohinder says, pushing off the bed and toward her door. “Now!” He grabs up a short sword from the rack on the wall and approaches the door. “Who goes there?”
“Lieutenant Schaeffer, the Captain has been injured, open the door.”
Mohinder cautiously opens the door. Matt, his helmet and much of his uniform missing, is being carried on a stretcher by two guards in full uniform.
“Bring him in,” Mohinder says quickly. “What happened?”
“That is not for you to know, slave. The doctor will come to show you how to care for him,” Schaeffer says gruffly.
They put Matt onto the bed and carefully remove the stretcher.
“You will nurse him properly,” Schaeffer growls, stepping towards Mohinder.
Mohinder snorts and looks him up and down. “I have been his slave for three years. Do you think that you can possibly intimidate me?” He points at the door. “Leave and let me tend to my master.”
“You better.” Schaeffer slams the door behind him as he goes.
“Fool,” Mohinder snorts, turning and sitting on the bed. “Master?” He brushes the back of his fingers down Matt’s cheek. “Matt?”
“Hurts,” Matt mutters, eyes closed. “Sorry.”
“How can I aid you?”
Matt’s hand pats the bed as if searching for something. Mohinder takes Matt’s hand between his and rubs it gently.
“Is there anything you need?”
No answer.
Mohinder tentatively begins taking off what remains of Matt’s armour. The straps around his legs are soaked in his blood.
“What kind of butcher did they have treating you?” he mutters.
“Mohinder, I want to come out!” Molly calls through the door.
“Not yet, read your book.” Mohinder puts water on to heat over the fire. “I’ll come in soon.”
The mail has been removed already and the leather undershirt hacked away roughly at the side and back. Mohinder blanches at the scent of burnt flesh.
“Momo,” Molly whines, “I’m bored.”
“Play with your cup and ball.”
There is the one wound only, a deep slash from a sword that has been cauterised with a heated iron. The surgeon has removed the bare minimum of clothing to treat the wound and left the rest on him. Blood has soaked into the clothes, the armour, and dried on Matt’s skin.
Mohinder takes the water off the fire and begins washing the blood away. The door opens slowly and Molly peers out.
“Momo?”
“Go back to your room.”
Molly ignores him and walks out. “Master?” She looks up at Mohinder.
“Master will be well but he has been injured,” Mohinder says quietly, rinsing out the blood soaked rag quickly.
“Is he asleep?” Molly whispers, standing up on her tiptoes to see.
“That’s right.” Mohinder flaps a hand at her. “Master is naked, go back to your room.”
“Want to help!” she pouts.
Mohinder taps his fingers on the mattress. “Sit down on the floor and read your book, Molly. When Master wakes up he’ll be happy to hear you learning your lesson.”
“Okay.” Molly says, sitting down cross-legged on the floor. “The Apple is Green. The Worm Eats the Apple.”
Mohinder nods and dries Matt with a towel. “What colour is the apple?”
“Green!” Molly says, pouting. “The Boat is Blue.”
Mohinder gets out a clean tunic and struggles to put it on Matt. “What does the boat do?”
“The Boat Sails the Sea!” Molly chants. “Is Master awake yet?”
Mohinder sighs and turns to her, kneeling down. “No, not yet. Are you hungry?”
Molly gets up and tries to clamber up onto the bed. “Master?”
Mohinder scoops her up and slings her over his shoulder. “You are a very naughty girl trying to wake Master up,” he chides, lightly patting her bottom as he carries her towards her room.
“Mohinder!” she giggles, her legs kicking futilely. “”Put me down!”
“Shush!” Mohinder whispers, bouncing her on his shoulder. “You’ll wake Master.”
“Sorry!”
Matt tries to move and immediately hisses in pain. He can dimly hear voices talking and then someone clamps a hand on his shoulder.
“Keep you still, Matt, we’ll have you something for the pain now,” the doctor says heartily.
“Don’t you have anything else?” Mohinder asks doubtfully.
“Don’t debate me slave, your master will be well soon enough, and then you’ll have to answer for your manner,” the doctor says sharply.
Mohinder snorts angrily. “My master will sooner punish me for letting him be knocked stupid by that than anything you could say.”
“Let him! Faith, get you back to your kennel, whelp.”
“Will not be my back whipped if your potions make his wits fat,” Mohinder snaps.
“That’s as may be,” the doctor says, a little uneasily. “Perhaps discretion is the best of valour. Half a slice then in water and if that does not give sufficient relief give the other half.”
“Will there be anything beside the pain for concern?”
“Keep the wound clean, keep him off it, and keep cloth or other fibre from touching it. Neither shouting nor exertions should be attempted. He must be calm and rest until the wound is healed. The slave child, is she mild or bold?”
Mohinder shrugs. “Either as the mood takes her.”
“Keep her from him then, so she does not disturb him. I will be back tomorrow evening.”
Mohinder follows him to the door and locks it behind him. “As if keeping her from him will not cause disturbance,” he mutters.
“Pretty?” Matt asks softly.
Mohinder hurries down and sits on the bed in front of him. “How do you fare, Master?”
“Hurts.”
Mohinder strokes his face. “I have something for it. The root the doctor gave when I was pained.”
“Not that.”
“It is half the strength and we both know you are twice the man of me,” Mohinder wheedles. “Shall we try it?”
“Silver-tongued demon,” Matt says, smiling slightly. “Where is the child?”
“At play in the courtyard,” Mohinder soothes, moving away to heat some water. “She will be back with the changing of the watch. She was becoming most insistent on aiding with your care.” He sits back down holding a beaker. “Here is your medicine, take a sip.”
“Foul!”
“Such a great man, such a small child.” Mohinder helps Matt drink the rest of it and wipes his face clean. “The wound is on your back so you will have to stay on your front or side.”
“Both bad,” Matt grumbles.
“Why so?”
“Can’t see you.”
Mohinder lies down in front of him and kisses him softly. “Can you see me now?”
“Too clever,” Matt says relaxing. “Why stay?”
“Stay?” Mohinder asks cautiously. “Do you want me to fetch something?”
“Why stay with me?”
Mohinder kisses his forehead. “Why would I ever go anywhere else? Rest yourself now, Molly will be back soon.”
“Master! Master! Master!” Molly cries anxiously, trying to climb up onto the bed.
Mohinder scoops her up and sits down on the bed with her on his knee. “Molly! Master has been injured; you mustn’t jump all over him. Behave yourself.”
Molly pouts and folds her arms sulkily.
“Don’t brood,” Matt says gruffly. “Come here. Tell me your lessons.”
Molly squirms off Mohinder knee and sits next to Matt. Mohinder watches her settle for a moment and then leaves the room.
“Momo wouldn’t let me help!” she protests, lying down next to him with her shoulder against his.
“Good.”
“Not good!”
“Don’t argue.”
“No Master,” she says, her bottom lip quivering.
Matt bumps her shoulder gently. “Naughty child, hmm?”
Molly bats her eyes at him. “Not naughty.”
“Very naughty.” Matt smiles at her. “Wicked child.”
“No!” Molly giggles and shakes her head. “Good Molly. Very, very good.”
“Be more obedient to Mohinder.”
Mohinder walks back into the room and hands Molly her book.
“Momo! Tell Master I am good!” Molly pleads.
“Why don’t you show us both how good you can be? Show Master your numbers.”
Molly sighs deeply and opens her book. “One two is...”
“Two? Five,” Matt chides. “Up to five.”
Molly flutters her eyes him but he shakes his head. “I remember, five.”
“Urggh, one five is five, two fives are ten, three fives are twelve...”
“Fifteen,” Mohinder corrects mildly. “Five and five is ten, ten and five is fifteen.”
“Too hard!” Molly protests, dropping her head onto the bed.
“Come now,” Matt chides. “Three times five, again.”
Molly looks hopefully at Mohinder but he laughs and carries on preparing food.
“Three fives are fifteen, four fives are twenty, five fives...” Molly screws up her eyes as she concentrates. “Um, twenty and five... twenty five?”
“Very good,” Matt says, warmly.
Molly beams at him.
Molly snores softly. Her mouth is open and she’s drooling slightly.
“A prettier sight is hard to find,” Mohinder laughs.
“Lying on this bed,” Matt agrees.
Mohinder manages to pick her up without waking her. “She will be a wonderful trial to a master some day.”
“Say again?”
Mohinder carries her towards the other room. “One day she’ll have a master of her own.”
“Why should she?” Matt asks sharply. “Why would I sell her?”
Mohinder adjusts her weight. “She cannot be the babe forever. When she is full-grown, she will want someone to care for her and someone to care for. Education well adds another gem to her ornaments.” He smiles back at Matt. “Poor fool to try and deal with a beautiful, clever slave who knows their own mind.”
“Happy fool,” Matt says with a smile.
The End
Morning Glory
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Date: 2009-08-13 05:01 am (UTC)(Gosh, how pretty is your icon???)
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Date: 2009-08-13 02:10 am (UTC)I love that Mohinder didn't take any shit from the Lieutenant or the Doctor and stood up to them. I think that is a big reason why Matt just adores him!!
The way you write these three in this AU is perfect!! *sigh* MORE WOMAN MORE!!! ;)
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Date: 2009-08-13 05:04 am (UTC)I love that Mohinder didn't take any shit from the Lieutenant or the Doctor and stood up to them. I think that is a big reason why Matt just adores him!!
Definitely :D Plus he knows Matt will back him up as he's doing what's in Matt's best interests.
I have a list!
Thanks hon! <333