"PE Isn't A Real Class" (Molly/Micah)
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starsthatshineTitle: PE Isn't A Real Class
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything Heroes related.
Pairing: Molly/Micah. implied Mohinder/Sylar if you want
Summary: "That was the day when her nightmares about the bogeyman entered her life again."
Notes: Two ficlets I put together to give sort of a background to Molly's and Micah's family situations after 1x23. This is set sometime in the future. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heroes50. Prompts: Mother and Dream. You can find the rest I've written here
Nikki watched from afar as Molly and Micah walked a bit further away with an ice cream each in their hands. Micah was eating a vanilla cone with tutti-frutti sprinkles while Molly had bought a chocolate ice cream and was happily biting off the chocolate cover.
She liked Molly. She was a sweetheart, and it was good for Micah to have someone in his own age that understood his situation. He couldn't exactly tell the boys at his former school that he could talk to computers. They wouldn't understand. Molly did.
She turned to Mohinder, an amused smile on her face. "Sometimes being a mother is the greatest gift in the world."
Mohinder kept eyeing Micah and Molly, fully taking on the role as a father instead of Molly's own, who had passed before his time. Nikki couldn't even understand how Mohinder might be feeling. Being a parent was hard enough, but taking care of someone else's child had to be even harder.
"They seem to be getting along," remarked Mohinder later as the children walked up to a clown a bit further away, "How's your husband?"
Nikki paused. "He has his good days and his bad days. He's still got a lot of rehab in front of him."
Mohinder nodded, understanding. "Why didn't we come with us? I'm sure he'd appreciate a break in the routines."
"Yes, I agree, but D.L.... He's so proud. He doesn't really like looking weak in front of Micah. But he'll be okay. He's a fighter."
Suddenly there was a squeak and they saw Molly being tickled by the clown. Micah was watching, almost choking in laughter.
The sun was shining down on the two families that had been united by the strangest of circumstances and it was a beautiful day with the sound of children laughing in the background and the green grass had never looked greener.
//////
One day when Molly came home from school, she met Mohinder in the hallway, just about to say goodbye to someone. Normally, she wouldn’t think about it further but this time, they silenced the moment she said she was home, as if they had secrets. The man was taller, dark haired and quite pretty, in an older disgusting sort of way. She was twelve, not blind.
The tall stranger seemed harmless, wearing classes and clothes that looked like church clothes. Molly guessed he went to church every Sunday. Despite his regular appearance and Molly’s certainty that they had never met before, there was a creepy familiarity that travelled over her spine as she looked into his eyes.
Despite his gentle face, his eyes were empty and cold. Detached. It was as if they belonged to another body.
That was the day when her nightmares about the bogeyman entered her life again.
She stayed home from school for three days because of her lack of sleep. Her dreams were haunting her too much for her to find anything that even remotely relaxed her, despite of Mohinder’s disastrous attempts. On the third day, the doorbell rang and as Molly was drinking a cup of milk while lying, stretched out, on the sofa, Mohinder answered it.
As Molly heard Micah’s familiar voice and the words: “Hi Mr. Suresh, I came over with Molly’s homework. Mr. Wickman said I should bring it over or she’d fall behind.”, her interest left the fly in the roof and relocated itself on her best friend.
Soon her computer-fixing friend appeared in the doorway, carrying her math books in his arms and Molly jumped up from the sofa and took the books from him eagerly.
“You don’t look very sick,” Micah commented dryly and a hint of envy as well as disappointment hovered in his tone as his eyes travelled over her from head to toe.
Molly smiled brightly and put her books with a large thump on the coffee table. “I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
Micah sat down next to Molly, who was eyeing the covers of her books, and he smiled, impressed. “I would give anything to get a few days off school, but mom won’t let me unless I have a five-hundred degree fever.”
“Liar,” Molly retorted, half-amused, “She’s always on about how you don’t need school. I bet you could get a few days off if you just asked.”
Micah rolled his eyes as if Molly was naïve and completely unaware of how the world really worked. “Oh, that’s just for show. She’d hunt me down with a hammer if I skipped any classes.”
“You cut PE.”
“PE’s not a real class.” Micah informed her.
“Sure it is. I like PE.” Molly told him, as if it settled things.
Micah shifted in his seat, casting a glance over at Molly’s books, deciding that they would never ever agree whether or not PE was a real subject or not. Micah decided that knowledge couldn’t be measured of how well you kicked a football, while Molly seemed to think otherwise.
Molly held up her math textbook.
“Oh, Mr. Wickman says that you have to do chapter five till Wednesday because there’s going to be a test on Friday and if you don’t turn in your History assignment, Ms. Smith will come over here and hang you by your ears outside of your front door.” Micah added quickly.
“She wouldn’t,” Molly said gravely, “You’re just saying that because you know I haven’t turned it in yet and you hate it when I turn things in late.”
“I totally don’t.” Micah snorted and tried his best to convince her that so was the case. He was using his ‘I’m superior voice’, which usually did the trick.
Micah took up his Gameboy from his pocket and started a racing game as he lay down on his stomach, his legs playing in the air, as Molly started with her History assignment. Neither of them spoke for a great while, as they were both comfortable in each other’s presence, doing their own separate thing.
Molly secretly hid a smile from Micah’s view as she realized that she hadn’t even asked him to stay.
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Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything Heroes related.
Pairing: Molly/Micah. implied Mohinder/Sylar if you want
Summary: "That was the day when her nightmares about the bogeyman entered her life again."
Notes: Two ficlets I put together to give sort of a background to Molly's and Micah's family situations after 1x23. This is set sometime in the future. Written for
heroes50. Prompts: Mother and Dream. You can find the rest I've written hereNikki watched from afar as Molly and Micah walked a bit further away with an ice cream each in their hands. Micah was eating a vanilla cone with tutti-frutti sprinkles while Molly had bought a chocolate ice cream and was happily biting off the chocolate cover.
She liked Molly. She was a sweetheart, and it was good for Micah to have someone in his own age that understood his situation. He couldn't exactly tell the boys at his former school that he could talk to computers. They wouldn't understand. Molly did.
She turned to Mohinder, an amused smile on her face. "Sometimes being a mother is the greatest gift in the world."
Mohinder kept eyeing Micah and Molly, fully taking on the role as a father instead of Molly's own, who had passed before his time. Nikki couldn't even understand how Mohinder might be feeling. Being a parent was hard enough, but taking care of someone else's child had to be even harder.
"They seem to be getting along," remarked Mohinder later as the children walked up to a clown a bit further away, "How's your husband?"
Nikki paused. "He has his good days and his bad days. He's still got a lot of rehab in front of him."
Mohinder nodded, understanding. "Why didn't we come with us? I'm sure he'd appreciate a break in the routines."
"Yes, I agree, but D.L.... He's so proud. He doesn't really like looking weak in front of Micah. But he'll be okay. He's a fighter."
Suddenly there was a squeak and they saw Molly being tickled by the clown. Micah was watching, almost choking in laughter.
The sun was shining down on the two families that had been united by the strangest of circumstances and it was a beautiful day with the sound of children laughing in the background and the green grass had never looked greener.
//////
One day when Molly came home from school, she met Mohinder in the hallway, just about to say goodbye to someone. Normally, she wouldn’t think about it further but this time, they silenced the moment she said she was home, as if they had secrets. The man was taller, dark haired and quite pretty, in an older disgusting sort of way. She was twelve, not blind.
The tall stranger seemed harmless, wearing classes and clothes that looked like church clothes. Molly guessed he went to church every Sunday. Despite his regular appearance and Molly’s certainty that they had never met before, there was a creepy familiarity that travelled over her spine as she looked into his eyes.
Despite his gentle face, his eyes were empty and cold. Detached. It was as if they belonged to another body.
That was the day when her nightmares about the bogeyman entered her life again.
She stayed home from school for three days because of her lack of sleep. Her dreams were haunting her too much for her to find anything that even remotely relaxed her, despite of Mohinder’s disastrous attempts. On the third day, the doorbell rang and as Molly was drinking a cup of milk while lying, stretched out, on the sofa, Mohinder answered it.
As Molly heard Micah’s familiar voice and the words: “Hi Mr. Suresh, I came over with Molly’s homework. Mr. Wickman said I should bring it over or she’d fall behind.”, her interest left the fly in the roof and relocated itself on her best friend.
Soon her computer-fixing friend appeared in the doorway, carrying her math books in his arms and Molly jumped up from the sofa and took the books from him eagerly.
“You don’t look very sick,” Micah commented dryly and a hint of envy as well as disappointment hovered in his tone as his eyes travelled over her from head to toe.
Molly smiled brightly and put her books with a large thump on the coffee table. “I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
Micah sat down next to Molly, who was eyeing the covers of her books, and he smiled, impressed. “I would give anything to get a few days off school, but mom won’t let me unless I have a five-hundred degree fever.”
“Liar,” Molly retorted, half-amused, “She’s always on about how you don’t need school. I bet you could get a few days off if you just asked.”
Micah rolled his eyes as if Molly was naïve and completely unaware of how the world really worked. “Oh, that’s just for show. She’d hunt me down with a hammer if I skipped any classes.”
“You cut PE.”
“PE’s not a real class.” Micah informed her.
“Sure it is. I like PE.” Molly told him, as if it settled things.
Micah shifted in his seat, casting a glance over at Molly’s books, deciding that they would never ever agree whether or not PE was a real subject or not. Micah decided that knowledge couldn’t be measured of how well you kicked a football, while Molly seemed to think otherwise.
Molly held up her math textbook.
“Oh, Mr. Wickman says that you have to do chapter five till Wednesday because there’s going to be a test on Friday and if you don’t turn in your History assignment, Ms. Smith will come over here and hang you by your ears outside of your front door.” Micah added quickly.
“She wouldn’t,” Molly said gravely, “You’re just saying that because you know I haven’t turned it in yet and you hate it when I turn things in late.”
“I totally don’t.” Micah snorted and tried his best to convince her that so was the case. He was using his ‘I’m superior voice’, which usually did the trick.
Micah took up his Gameboy from his pocket and started a racing game as he lay down on his stomach, his legs playing in the air, as Molly started with her History assignment. Neither of them spoke for a great while, as they were both comfortable in each other’s presence, doing their own separate thing.
Molly secretly hid a smile from Micah’s view as she realized that she hadn’t even asked him to stay.
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