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kethniName: Five Times Mohinder Just Didn’t Get It and One Time He Did
Characters: Nathan, Matt/Mohinder
Genre: Gen (mentions of Matt/Mohinder), some humour and angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
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Word count: 1255
Number one: Fixing Things
Nathan answers the door with his phone to his ear and a screwdriver in his hand. ‘I’ll call you back, Ma,’ he says, thumbing off the phone. ‘Hey Matt, thanks for coming, hey Mohinder.’
Mohinder rolls his eyes as Matt hefts the huge toolbox into the apartment and onto the dustsheet that Nathan has laid out on the floor. As Matt and Nathan kneel down to examine the engine on the floor, Peter wanders over and hands Mohinder a beer.
‘Hey man.’
‘Hi.’ Mohinder takes a gulp of beer. ‘What’re they doing exactly?’
‘I don’t know... fixing something?’ Peter says with a shrug. ‘You want to watch some TV?’
‘Won’t that disturb them?’
‘No way, Nathan’s in the Mr Fix-it zone,’ Peter says. ‘He used to get like this when I was a kid, him and my dad. They’d spend hours messing with the car, or Nathan’s bike, anything mechanical at all. Then they’d wander in halfway through one of Mom’s dinner parties, covered in oil and dirt.’
‘Oh, I bet your mother loved that!’
‘Eh, she just used to send them upstairs to wash and have cook send up a tray,’ Peter says with a shrug.
‘Why didn’t they just get a mechanic to fix it?’ Mohinder asks.
‘Because we’re perfectly capable of doing ourselves,’ Nathan says crisply, not looking.
‘Mohinder, you don’t have to stay if you’re bored,’ Matt says, looking over his shoulder. ‘I know fixing things isn’t your idea of fun. Why don’t you go and grab a movie with Peter or something?’
‘Cool,’ Peter says cheerily.
‘Well, okay,’ Mohinder says unwillingly. ‘I feel a little mean having fun while you’re working.’
Matt shares a look with Nathan. ‘This is fun.’
When Peter and Mohinder have gone, Nathan shakes his head. ‘Those two, I’ll never understand them.’
‘Me either,’ Matt agrees. ‘You know, I think maybe a four-fifths gripley would be better there.’
Nathan nods slowly. ‘Yeah, I think you’re right.’
Number Two: Friendly Competition
Nathan and Matt grimly clink bottles.
‘May the best man win,’ Matt says.
‘To the victor the spoils,’ Nathan replies, gulping his beer.
‘Mohinder, will you count us in?’ Matt asks, as Mohinder wanders past.
‘What?’ Mohinder glances at the screen where a split screen shows two perspectives on an imminent boxing match. ‘No! What next, gold hot pants while I announce the rounds?’
‘Well...’
Nathan shakes his head. ‘Can we get on please? I’m waiting to kick your ass, Parkman.’
‘Yeah? Your little man isn’t going to know what hit him.’
‘Your little man isn’t going to get a single shot in,’ Nathan says firmly.
‘Asswipe.’
‘Buttmunch.’
‘Oh for the love of god,’ Mohinder mutters, wandering out of the room.
Number Three: Watching The Game
Mohinder is woken from his doze by Matt shaking his shoulder. ‘Mohinder, wake up, the game’s back on.’
‘More?’ Mohinder demands. ‘It’s been on hours!’
‘Just because the pantywaist Brits can’t play a sport for more than... whoa!’ Nathan roars, leaping into the air along with Matt.
‘We don’t stop for half an hour to get our breath back,’ Mohinder says sharply. ‘Nor do our athletes require half a ton of protective equipment to play rugby!’
‘Hmm, what?’ Matt asks, distractedly as he settles back down.
‘Never mind,’ Mohinder says, settling against him. ‘This is so boring.’
‘Hmm, sorry what?’
‘Never mind.’
Number Four: Fishing
Nathan takes a swig of his beer. ‘What about Nikki?’
‘You’ve slept with Nikki,’ Matt points out, idly playing with his fishing rod.
‘The question isn’t whether I would,’ Nathan continues. ‘The question is whether you would.’
‘Would I want to sleep with the mentally ill woman?’ Mohinder queries, irritably flapping his fishing rod around. ‘Is that your question?’
‘Well, when you put it like that,’ Nathan says, rolling his eyes. ‘I do have to say that she seemed very sure of her own mind to me.’
‘Nikki’s a little young for me,’ Bennet says with a shrug. ‘Angela on the other hand...’
‘You’d sleep with my ma?’ Nathan asks dryly.
‘She’s a good looking woman,’ Bennet says easily. ‘I like a woman with poise.’
Matt snorts and shakes his head. ‘Your mom scares the hell out of me.’
‘Women scare the hell out of me,’ Mohinder says, sipping his beer. ‘Why’re we playing this game?’
‘You still cranky about getting bitten by mosquitoes?’ Matt asks, nudging Mohinder gently.
‘I’m very cranky,’ Mohinder grumbles.
‘You want to play which guy would you sleep with?’ Matt suggests with a wink.
‘Can we play last guy we’d sleep with? Nathan amends. ‘Because Hiro Nakamura would be my bet.’
‘Sylar,’ Matt says with a laugh.
‘Peter,’ Bennet says, sipping his beer.
‘Peter, why Peter?’ Nathan demands.
‘Peter’s pretty cute,’ Matt says. ‘But he’s a little... uh... how can I put this...’
‘Don’t,’ Nathan says flatly, pointing at Matt.
‘I’d sleep with him,’ Mohinder says, slapping another mosquito. ‘I don’t mind pretty but dumb.’
Everyone groans and Nathan pretends to throw his bottle at Mohinder.
‘Suresh, don’t talk about my little brother that way.’
‘He’s sorry,’ Matt says quickly. ‘He won’t call Peter pretty ever again.’
Nathan rolls his eyes.
Number Five: Grilling
Golden sunshine reflects off the clear blue water in the swimming pool. Simon cannonballs off the diving board and into the water, soaking Monty and the other children playing in the water. Mohinder watches them for a while before Angela stalks over.
‘Doctor Suresh,’ she says, lighting a cigarette.
‘Uh, hi,’ Mohinder says, backing away. ‘I’ll just uh...’
Angela smiles and wafts a hand.
Mohinder finds Matt over by the grill, watching Nathan barbeque.
Matt pulls Mohinder close and kisses his cheek. ‘Hey.’
‘Hey,’ Mohinder says. ‘Just standing around and watching Nathan grill?’
‘Pretty much.’
‘It’s a good job you’re hot stuff, Matt,’ Mohinder says.
And one time he did: Under the influence
Two am. Two am and the phone is blaring. Mohinder scrambles for the phone while Matt blearily staggers out of bed and over to the light switch.
‘Hello?’ Mohinder says. ‘Uh, okay. Okay, we’ll be right there.’
‘I’m so sorry to call you,’ Heidi says, brushing her hair off her face. ‘Nathan turned up half an hour ago; he was in a real state, upsetting the kids, crying. I’m sorry,’ she says again. ‘I didn’t know who else to call.’
‘It’s okay,’ Mohinder promises, while Matt half carries Nathan out of the bedroom. ‘Are you and the kids okay?’
‘We’re fine,’ she says, watching sadly, as Matt carries Nathan out. ‘Divorces are... even when you try to keep it amicable. You invest so much of your life in a marriage that when it fails... it feels like you failed. It feels like someone died.’
Mohinder touches her hand awkwardly. ‘I’m sorry.’
She pats his shoulder. ‘Thank you.’
‘I ruined my life,’ Nathan moans as they carry him up to their apartment. ‘Why’d I do that?’
‘We all do that, buddy,’ Matt says soothingly as they lay him on the spare bed. ‘We ruin them and then we move on.’
‘I should be gay,’ Nathan slurs as they tuck him up. ‘So much easier.’
‘You only think that because you’re not,’ Mohinder says.
‘You guys... you guys,’ Nathan says, shaking his head. ‘So... warm and... fuzzy.’
‘Good night, Nathan,’ Matt says, taking Mohinder’s hand.
In the morning, Nathan sits on the sofa, head in his hands, wincing at every sound. ‘I hate you two.’
‘Yeah,’ Matt says, sitting next to him and handing him a mug of coffee. ‘We hate you too.’
The End
Characters: Nathan, Matt/Mohinder
Genre: Gen (mentions of Matt/Mohinder), some humour and angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Note: For
voting_saxon who wanted “Season 2 Nathan and Matt friendship.”Word count: 1255
Number one: Fixing Things
Nathan answers the door with his phone to his ear and a screwdriver in his hand. ‘I’ll call you back, Ma,’ he says, thumbing off the phone. ‘Hey Matt, thanks for coming, hey Mohinder.’
Mohinder rolls his eyes as Matt hefts the huge toolbox into the apartment and onto the dustsheet that Nathan has laid out on the floor. As Matt and Nathan kneel down to examine the engine on the floor, Peter wanders over and hands Mohinder a beer.
‘Hey man.’
‘Hi.’ Mohinder takes a gulp of beer. ‘What’re they doing exactly?’
‘I don’t know... fixing something?’ Peter says with a shrug. ‘You want to watch some TV?’
‘Won’t that disturb them?’
‘No way, Nathan’s in the Mr Fix-it zone,’ Peter says. ‘He used to get like this when I was a kid, him and my dad. They’d spend hours messing with the car, or Nathan’s bike, anything mechanical at all. Then they’d wander in halfway through one of Mom’s dinner parties, covered in oil and dirt.’
‘Oh, I bet your mother loved that!’
‘Eh, she just used to send them upstairs to wash and have cook send up a tray,’ Peter says with a shrug.
‘Why didn’t they just get a mechanic to fix it?’ Mohinder asks.
‘Because we’re perfectly capable of doing ourselves,’ Nathan says crisply, not looking.
‘Mohinder, you don’t have to stay if you’re bored,’ Matt says, looking over his shoulder. ‘I know fixing things isn’t your idea of fun. Why don’t you go and grab a movie with Peter or something?’
‘Cool,’ Peter says cheerily.
‘Well, okay,’ Mohinder says unwillingly. ‘I feel a little mean having fun while you’re working.’
Matt shares a look with Nathan. ‘This is fun.’
When Peter and Mohinder have gone, Nathan shakes his head. ‘Those two, I’ll never understand them.’
‘Me either,’ Matt agrees. ‘You know, I think maybe a four-fifths gripley would be better there.’
Nathan nods slowly. ‘Yeah, I think you’re right.’
Number Two: Friendly Competition
Nathan and Matt grimly clink bottles.
‘May the best man win,’ Matt says.
‘To the victor the spoils,’ Nathan replies, gulping his beer.
‘Mohinder, will you count us in?’ Matt asks, as Mohinder wanders past.
‘What?’ Mohinder glances at the screen where a split screen shows two perspectives on an imminent boxing match. ‘No! What next, gold hot pants while I announce the rounds?’
‘Well...’
Nathan shakes his head. ‘Can we get on please? I’m waiting to kick your ass, Parkman.’
‘Yeah? Your little man isn’t going to know what hit him.’
‘Your little man isn’t going to get a single shot in,’ Nathan says firmly.
‘Asswipe.’
‘Buttmunch.’
‘Oh for the love of god,’ Mohinder mutters, wandering out of the room.
Number Three: Watching The Game
Mohinder is woken from his doze by Matt shaking his shoulder. ‘Mohinder, wake up, the game’s back on.’
‘More?’ Mohinder demands. ‘It’s been on hours!’
‘Just because the pantywaist Brits can’t play a sport for more than... whoa!’ Nathan roars, leaping into the air along with Matt.
‘We don’t stop for half an hour to get our breath back,’ Mohinder says sharply. ‘Nor do our athletes require half a ton of protective equipment to play rugby!’
‘Hmm, what?’ Matt asks, distractedly as he settles back down.
‘Never mind,’ Mohinder says, settling against him. ‘This is so boring.’
‘Hmm, sorry what?’
‘Never mind.’
Number Four: Fishing
Nathan takes a swig of his beer. ‘What about Nikki?’
‘You’ve slept with Nikki,’ Matt points out, idly playing with his fishing rod.
‘The question isn’t whether I would,’ Nathan continues. ‘The question is whether you would.’
‘Would I want to sleep with the mentally ill woman?’ Mohinder queries, irritably flapping his fishing rod around. ‘Is that your question?’
‘Well, when you put it like that,’ Nathan says, rolling his eyes. ‘I do have to say that she seemed very sure of her own mind to me.’
‘Nikki’s a little young for me,’ Bennet says with a shrug. ‘Angela on the other hand...’
‘You’d sleep with my ma?’ Nathan asks dryly.
‘She’s a good looking woman,’ Bennet says easily. ‘I like a woman with poise.’
Matt snorts and shakes his head. ‘Your mom scares the hell out of me.’
‘Women scare the hell out of me,’ Mohinder says, sipping his beer. ‘Why’re we playing this game?’
‘You still cranky about getting bitten by mosquitoes?’ Matt asks, nudging Mohinder gently.
‘I’m very cranky,’ Mohinder grumbles.
‘You want to play which guy would you sleep with?’ Matt suggests with a wink.
‘Can we play last guy we’d sleep with? Nathan amends. ‘Because Hiro Nakamura would be my bet.’
‘Sylar,’ Matt says with a laugh.
‘Peter,’ Bennet says, sipping his beer.
‘Peter, why Peter?’ Nathan demands.
‘Peter’s pretty cute,’ Matt says. ‘But he’s a little... uh... how can I put this...’
‘Don’t,’ Nathan says flatly, pointing at Matt.
‘I’d sleep with him,’ Mohinder says, slapping another mosquito. ‘I don’t mind pretty but dumb.’
Everyone groans and Nathan pretends to throw his bottle at Mohinder.
‘Suresh, don’t talk about my little brother that way.’
‘He’s sorry,’ Matt says quickly. ‘He won’t call Peter pretty ever again.’
Nathan rolls his eyes.
Number Five: Grilling
Golden sunshine reflects off the clear blue water in the swimming pool. Simon cannonballs off the diving board and into the water, soaking Monty and the other children playing in the water. Mohinder watches them for a while before Angela stalks over.
‘Doctor Suresh,’ she says, lighting a cigarette.
‘Uh, hi,’ Mohinder says, backing away. ‘I’ll just uh...’
Angela smiles and wafts a hand.
Mohinder finds Matt over by the grill, watching Nathan barbeque.
Matt pulls Mohinder close and kisses his cheek. ‘Hey.’
‘Hey,’ Mohinder says. ‘Just standing around and watching Nathan grill?’
‘Pretty much.’
‘It’s a good job you’re hot stuff, Matt,’ Mohinder says.
And one time he did: Under the influence
Two am. Two am and the phone is blaring. Mohinder scrambles for the phone while Matt blearily staggers out of bed and over to the light switch.
‘Hello?’ Mohinder says. ‘Uh, okay. Okay, we’ll be right there.’
‘I’m so sorry to call you,’ Heidi says, brushing her hair off her face. ‘Nathan turned up half an hour ago; he was in a real state, upsetting the kids, crying. I’m sorry,’ she says again. ‘I didn’t know who else to call.’
‘It’s okay,’ Mohinder promises, while Matt half carries Nathan out of the bedroom. ‘Are you and the kids okay?’
‘We’re fine,’ she says, watching sadly, as Matt carries Nathan out. ‘Divorces are... even when you try to keep it amicable. You invest so much of your life in a marriage that when it fails... it feels like you failed. It feels like someone died.’
Mohinder touches her hand awkwardly. ‘I’m sorry.’
She pats his shoulder. ‘Thank you.’
‘I ruined my life,’ Nathan moans as they carry him up to their apartment. ‘Why’d I do that?’
‘We all do that, buddy,’ Matt says soothingly as they lay him on the spare bed. ‘We ruin them and then we move on.’
‘I should be gay,’ Nathan slurs as they tuck him up. ‘So much easier.’
‘You only think that because you’re not,’ Mohinder says.
‘You guys... you guys,’ Nathan says, shaking his head. ‘So... warm and... fuzzy.’
‘Good night, Nathan,’ Matt says, taking Mohinder’s hand.
In the morning, Nathan sits on the sofa, head in his hands, wincing at every sound. ‘I hate you two.’
‘Yeah,’ Matt says, sitting next to him and handing him a mug of coffee. ‘We hate you too.’
The End
