mylar_fic

mission_insane

Banner images of Sylar and Mohinder by

brandinsbabe

letsey_x

Mohinder panted, his back aching from bending over to roll the snowball into something vaguely head-sized.

“Need some help there?” Gabriel smirked, watching Mohinder’s exertion.

“No thankyou, some of us want to get into the spirit of things, not just cheat.” Mohinder heaved the head onto his snowman and concentrated on placing the carrot nose and stone eyes onto his creation. He added buttons and arms from sticks and stood back to admire it. “There! Pretty good I think you’ll agr….”

Mohinder gasped at what Gabriel stood next to. It was a kneeling life-size figure of Mohinder, perfect in its detail and intricately picked out with even individual curls and eyelashes. “How did you….?”

Gabriel flushed. “I get wonderful inspiration.”

Mohinder shook his head in awe. “Not that it isn’t perfect, but….do you think you could put some clothes on me? We do have neighbours to think of.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes and started to re-mould. “How come it’s okay for your snowman to be naked?”

perdiccas

Mohinder paused as they approached the car. The condensation on the passenger window had dried, leaving just the traces of what had been drawn on the wetness a few hours ago. It was a heart, and inside the letters M and Z. The Z looked more like a backwards S, but what else could it be?

Mohinder sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the window from the inside while Zane rubbed his hands against the cold. From this angle, from where Zane would have been able to scrawl on the window from inside the car,  it looked like the letters S and M.

Bennett shook is head as he lifted the soaked rag from Mohinder’s head. “He’s still burning up, are you sure he’ll just ride it out?”

Typically calm, Gabriel ignored him, timing Mohinder’s pulse rate. They had finally found him miles from the internment camp, he must have been completely unaware that a rescue mission had been mounted. Why else would  he be so foolhardy as to effect his own escape? When they had found him he had been semi-conscious, dehydrated and talking gibberish. Gabriel had guessed he’d been eating mushrooms. Clearly not the right ones.

“He’s starting to cool down now.” Bennett conceded. “I’ll be outside trying to get us the hell out of here.” He swept through the flaps of the tent, leaving Gabriel to rinse out the cloth and place it back on Mohinder’s forehead.

Suddenly, Mohinder sat bolt upright, his pupils blown. “Thank goodness you’re here mama, Oh thank you.” He clung to a shocked Gabriel and started chattering in what he assumed was Tamil, kissing him over and over on the cheek.

“Mohinder, you’re hallucinating again, please calm down!” Gabriel was starting to lose his sense of humour. The first time Mohinder had become even slightly lucid he had attacked Gabriel, thinking him to be a jungle cat. The second time he thought he was looking into a mirror and had gasped “Oh my God, I’m white!”. The least said about the Angelina Jolie incident the better…

Bennett popped his head back into the tent. “Now what?”

“He appears to think I’m his mother now.”

“Then you’d better hope he knows he’s in his 30s and doesn’t try breastfeeding.”

Gabriel sighed heavily. The come down would take three hours. It had been 45 minutes. “Mohinder you’d better appreciate this when you come to.”

Snuggling his shoulder, Mohinder fell asleep. “I love you too mama.”