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starsthatshine) wrote2007-05-30 03:52 pm
starsthatshine) wrote2007-05-30 03:52 pm
"PE Isn't A Real Class" (Molly/Micah)
Title: 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.
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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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Feedback is love.
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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I love the personality you've built for Molly. Very Cute!
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Thank you so much :) I'm so glad you read and commented :D Merci, and I hope you'll read the other stories that are saved up on my harddrive and will find itself on an Internet near you :P
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ROTF, this made me laugh so much. This was so true for a girl of 12. And the whole him going to church every Sunday description had me laughing until you got to the bit about the eyes.
*brrrrr* creepy
there's more....?
Cool
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I just imagined Gabriel/Sylar in the eyes of a 12 year old and I just figured: "He looks like he's harmless enough" but those eyes of his.... *drool*
Erhm, I should stop being such a fangirl :P
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But otherwise, great story! Molly and Micah are so cute! But what was Mohinder doing with those two guys, I'm so sure one is Sylar, and the other may be The Haitian? Hmm...
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Two men? *goes to check* Oh, there was just Sylar but I saw how one could read that there were two men. Fixed that now :D
I hope you'll read more once I post some other stories :)
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but, why?
Being a fangirl is fun.
;-)
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*continues to be a fangirl*
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Frak yes for the Mylar in there. Wonderful touch. ;D
Also, PE's not a real class, I agree with Micah. xD
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Mylar is the love. Also, I'm on the MoMylar crack and i can't help myself when I say that I want them to be this crazy little family unit. Hehe
It's surprising how many that agrees with Micah that PE isn't a real class :P LOL. It sort of makes me glad. :D Btw, speaking of something random - did you hear about the LJ drama?
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I need to read more delightfully obvious unshamedly MoMylar fics. *_* 'S awesomeee.
I've always hated PE, I got average/good grades only because the teachers liked me. D; I just wasn't able to do some things other girls could and okay, maybe if I trained a LOT I could manage to do it, but I preferred to study something much more important instead of that. D: It shouldn't be graded, seriously. With chemistry or something you can just read a book and study and you'll be better, but practicing some things that I have to do on PE... I can't, because I don't own a gym, don't have cash to go to a paid one and also I don't own things like the special type of megaheavy balls we throw etc. Some people are just not 'equipped' enough for great grades in PE, too. PE depends too much on abilities you're born with. Most teachers don't give a frak if you're trying hard too. *endrant*
I've heard some things about that, I have the general idea. Ain't happy about that because who knows what will they find offensive?
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It's EXACTLY the same for me *is a bit wow:ed* I get good grades because the teachers like me but I can't do everything, although I'm not sure if I can still do it if I trained more.
And OMG she totally should've had the rainbow-sprinkled ice-cream *headdesk* What was I thinking? :P
Imagine if MoMylar became canon....
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Anyhow: Cute! Especially the eye-rolling. I really can imagine them talking to each other like that. (ok, their only interaction so far was similar... but you get the point.)
And I'm with Micah on this discussion too. ^^
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and Mohinder*innocent look*Yeah, I can totally see them be similar at the same time but different. I mean, they are young and they are different genders but they are both special and that creates a certain bond that they can't have with everyone else.
I must say, that icon is awesome. .... Where did you find it? *needs more MiMo icons*
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Yeah, and especially because they are young. Its important not to be alone and as you said in your ficlet, they can't tell their classmates. So their bond could be really important for them.
Which makes me wonder, what happens in season 2... does the Sanders family go back to Las Vegas and every one of the heroes is going his/her own path again? Or do they form some sort of union? (the Sanders are the only non New Yorkers, right? Since, the Bennets' house burned down anyways, I can imagine them going to NY..)
Sorry, for going totally off-topic. I just had to type it down. ^^
Thanks. =) I made the icon myself, along with a new LJ Layout of the Micah/Molly cuteness. I didn't post it anywhere yet, but you're welcome to take it if you want.
Oh, and I made this one too. ;)
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Yes, and as every youngster, they are bound to feel like they are alone in the world, like no one understands them so therefore I think that their friendship, mainly, is extremely important for them to be able to grow as characters.
That's an interesting idea. I could see the Sanders moving to New York to get a new start (that's sort of how I'm basing it in my fics... maybe should mention that somewhere...) And I totally love off topic so feel free to do some more :D There's a reason why I heart comments so much and off topic makes comments interesting :D
They are so absolutely adorable and cute. Can I take both icons so I can have some variety when I post my stories (god, I'm gonna do fifty of them!)? :D *saves them* Will credit of course.
God, it has never occured to me that I've never shipped people so young before.... Let alone written fanfics about them *hides*
And may I say, you have the CUTEST LJ LAYOUT EVER ♥
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Totally and now that you mention it: I don't have any Mylar icons saved…
The Sanders kind of have to move to New York. Even though it is part of the charm of Heroes, that there exist seemingly unrelated plots on different locations, the storyline can't go on forever like this. And what else is there in Vegas? Linderman is dead and it's too far away from the others. I can only imagine one case in which this decision would be smart from a storytelling point of view and that would be, if the season2!villain lives in the area otherwise it would make no sense and exclude the whole family from the story.
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Me neither… Well sort of. I shipped Edmund/Lucy from Narnia, but that was just sibling-bonding fluff and shipping probably isn't the right word for them.
it's different with Molly and Micah; I love them as friends, but I can imagine that their relationship changes as times goes by, just give them a couple of years...
Aww, thanks! =) Originally I only wanted a new friends only banner, but I ended up making a whole layout. (and that during the strikethrough…^^)
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Yay, it worked! ^^
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HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE MYLAR ICONS SAVED?! *faints* It's like.... impossible! I can send you a bunch if you want to. There. must. be. Mylar....
Yay for friending :D *adds you back* :D I do have to warn you, I love to babbel :D
Edmund-Lucy? Interesting. I'm a Tumnus/Lucy fangirl myself. They were so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttte.
You can't exactly have a full-blown relationship between kids when they're at that age as they are in, but give them a few years ;)
Yay for layout inspiration. Personally, I nicked the css code to this layout and made my own banner. And that was ages ago. I just can't change layout just yet. I heart it because it's got my two favourite slashes at the moment (but by the next layout there will be Traveler as well :D)