"You Know Me" (Molly/Micah)
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starsthatshineTitle: You Know Me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Molly/Micah, Molly/OMC
Summary: All she wanted was to be normal
Notes: Now I'm starting to go more... arc like... Erhm... This is part of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heroes50 and you can find the rest of my Molly/Micah stories here
The last previous days had all been exhaustingly hot. The temperature was constantly climbing upwards and caused every living being outside with a water bottle, because inside was barely better. Some said it was climate change, something we had to blame ourselves for. It’d been our reluctance to do anything about the problem had made it all worse. Now the problem had grown into a catastrophe. Or at least that was what Molly was lead to believe by the media.
Everyone spoke of the end of the world, and yet it seemed like a regular day.
Molly sat down in the shade under a tree, her lunch in a bag beside her as she leaned against the tree trunk, breathing in the warm air that was all around her.
She wished for a storm, for a cool wind to sweep over the town so it would be easier to breathe. The air was always dry, almost loosing its freshness.
The girl grabbed her bottle and drank the content with small sips, savouring the so ever important liquid.
Summers were the worst. Temperatures rising over a hundred degrees and even though somewhere celebrating the warm weather, Molly could agree that it was getting out of control.
Not that anyone here paid any attention to those things.
Her small eyes swept over the school ground, watching the girls sit around in circles, bathing in the hot sunlight, and the boys running around, drinking water as if it was oxygen. Here the next test laid more heavily on their mind than what would happen five, or eight years from now.
Molly hated warmth. Or at least this kind of warmth. In a couple of years, the entire Earth would be a desert. All the pretty green would be brown and all the water would disappear into the air. Sounded a bit dramatic, but it was true.
She sighed, annoyed, as she saw Ben glance in her direction. Molly took another sip of water.
Idiot, she thought bitterly as she recalled their previous fight. That self-absorbed moron wouldn't even start caring about the bigger picture even if someone pointed it out to him.
Matt had ended up in the hospital, in a coma after their latest fight. Mohinder refused to into specifics about the situation but he'd had enough time to forbid her to see him as long as he was in a coma.
Too big of a shock, he said.
Molly's grip around her water bottle tightened, feeling the anger remerge.
She'd asked Ben to give her a ride, knowing that Micah would never do it... and he didn't have a car anyway. So she'd asked Ben, but he'd refused.
"If Mohinder thinks it's best for you not to go, there's gotta be something to it," he argued, sounding condescending and as if he was speaking to a little child. "He didn't win all those awards because of dumb luck."
"Since when does any of his awards have anything to do with this?! That doesn't mean he's right about it. If Matt's feeling bad, then I have to be there for him. He saved my life!"
At that last exclaim, Ben's eyes went huge and he stared at her in amazement. She had never said that to him.
So what if she'd accidentally forgotten to mention that she'd been in danger once of having her brain pulled out of her skull?
Ben had acted as if it was some sort of big deal.
"You talk like its normal!" Ben exclaimed, amazed. "People don't have murderers running around trying to kill them every day!" His eyes were filled with concern and worry that Molly really didn't need.
"People die and get hurt all the time, Benjamin," Molly glared at him, "There are bad people out there that do bad things. Why should something I went through years ago be such a big deal? Matt saved me and now... now I'm safe. It’s over and done with. It’s in the past."
Ben looked hurt. "Does Micah know?"
Molly snorted, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. "What does Micah have to do with anything?"
Ben's voice trembled as if he was trying to keep himself calm. "Does he know?"
It was as if this huge shadow fell over them and Molly knew that this discussion wasn't going to end well. She could lie, but Ben would know. She didn't understand...
"So what if he knows? What's that gotta do with us?"
Ben's body instantly relaxed, shaking his head and even though he seemed relieved, Molly knew he was angry. "I can't believe this... What does it matter, Molly? What does it matter? You keep this... You two seem to have this secret. This secret club. All these secrets between you. And no matter how much I try to get you to let me in, just a little bit..."
"Now you're just being overdramatic," Molly snorted, glaring, "Micah knows because... He understands."
"And I wouldn't? I wouldn't understand?"
"It's complicated," Molly gave up. Her voice grew tired and at that moment, she wanted to leave. He wasn't going to understand.
"I don't mind complicated," Ben said, approaching her slowly, putting his hands on her shoulders, but Molly shrugged them away, not meeting his eye, "Really, I don't. You're anything but simple, Molly. But I can't do this... I can't have half of you. It's not fair. I like you, I really do. But there’re limits to what I’ll be put through."
Molly looked up, into his blue eyes, her eyes filled with tears. "Then what are you still doing here?" She couldn't let him in. He wouldn't understand. She knew that. He just didn't have it in him.
The next thing she knew, the door closed and she could hear Ben's steps echoing in the hallway.
All she wanted was to be normal.
Somehow their conversation had gone from a simple ride to her ability to be in a relationship. Molly sighed. Ben was mature for his age, that was what she liked about him, but that didn't mean that he suddenly became Dr. Phil and knew everything about her...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Micah, whom she saw walking across the lawn. Her gloomy thoughts instantly disappeared and a smile grew on her face. Molly instantly moved over, moving her things to the other side to show that he could sit there next to her, but their eyes met and in an instant, despite the distance, she noticed that there was something in his eyes that made her smile disappear.
He just kept on walking by.
As if he didn't know her at all.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Molly/Micah, Molly/OMC
Summary: All she wanted was to be normal
Notes: Now I'm starting to go more... arc like... Erhm... This is part of
heroes50 and you can find the rest of my Molly/Micah stories hereThe last previous days had all been exhaustingly hot. The temperature was constantly climbing upwards and caused every living being outside with a water bottle, because inside was barely better. Some said it was climate change, something we had to blame ourselves for. It’d been our reluctance to do anything about the problem had made it all worse. Now the problem had grown into a catastrophe. Or at least that was what Molly was lead to believe by the media.
Everyone spoke of the end of the world, and yet it seemed like a regular day.
Molly sat down in the shade under a tree, her lunch in a bag beside her as she leaned against the tree trunk, breathing in the warm air that was all around her.
She wished for a storm, for a cool wind to sweep over the town so it would be easier to breathe. The air was always dry, almost loosing its freshness.
The girl grabbed her bottle and drank the content with small sips, savouring the so ever important liquid.
Summers were the worst. Temperatures rising over a hundred degrees and even though somewhere celebrating the warm weather, Molly could agree that it was getting out of control.
Not that anyone here paid any attention to those things.
Her small eyes swept over the school ground, watching the girls sit around in circles, bathing in the hot sunlight, and the boys running around, drinking water as if it was oxygen. Here the next test laid more heavily on their mind than what would happen five, or eight years from now.
Molly hated warmth. Or at least this kind of warmth. In a couple of years, the entire Earth would be a desert. All the pretty green would be brown and all the water would disappear into the air. Sounded a bit dramatic, but it was true.
She sighed, annoyed, as she saw Ben glance in her direction. Molly took another sip of water.
Idiot, she thought bitterly as she recalled their previous fight. That self-absorbed moron wouldn't even start caring about the bigger picture even if someone pointed it out to him.
Matt had ended up in the hospital, in a coma after their latest fight. Mohinder refused to into specifics about the situation but he'd had enough time to forbid her to see him as long as he was in a coma.
Too big of a shock, he said.
Molly's grip around her water bottle tightened, feeling the anger remerge.
She'd asked Ben to give her a ride, knowing that Micah would never do it... and he didn't have a car anyway. So she'd asked Ben, but he'd refused.
"If Mohinder thinks it's best for you not to go, there's gotta be something to it," he argued, sounding condescending and as if he was speaking to a little child. "He didn't win all those awards because of dumb luck."
"Since when does any of his awards have anything to do with this?! That doesn't mean he's right about it. If Matt's feeling bad, then I have to be there for him. He saved my life!"
At that last exclaim, Ben's eyes went huge and he stared at her in amazement. She had never said that to him.
So what if she'd accidentally forgotten to mention that she'd been in danger once of having her brain pulled out of her skull?
Ben had acted as if it was some sort of big deal.
"You talk like its normal!" Ben exclaimed, amazed. "People don't have murderers running around trying to kill them every day!" His eyes were filled with concern and worry that Molly really didn't need.
"People die and get hurt all the time, Benjamin," Molly glared at him, "There are bad people out there that do bad things. Why should something I went through years ago be such a big deal? Matt saved me and now... now I'm safe. It’s over and done with. It’s in the past."
Ben looked hurt. "Does Micah know?"
Molly snorted, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. "What does Micah have to do with anything?"
Ben's voice trembled as if he was trying to keep himself calm. "Does he know?"
It was as if this huge shadow fell over them and Molly knew that this discussion wasn't going to end well. She could lie, but Ben would know. She didn't understand...
"So what if he knows? What's that gotta do with us?"
Ben's body instantly relaxed, shaking his head and even though he seemed relieved, Molly knew he was angry. "I can't believe this... What does it matter, Molly? What does it matter? You keep this... You two seem to have this secret. This secret club. All these secrets between you. And no matter how much I try to get you to let me in, just a little bit..."
"Now you're just being overdramatic," Molly snorted, glaring, "Micah knows because... He understands."
"And I wouldn't? I wouldn't understand?"
"It's complicated," Molly gave up. Her voice grew tired and at that moment, she wanted to leave. He wasn't going to understand.
"I don't mind complicated," Ben said, approaching her slowly, putting his hands on her shoulders, but Molly shrugged them away, not meeting his eye, "Really, I don't. You're anything but simple, Molly. But I can't do this... I can't have half of you. It's not fair. I like you, I really do. But there’re limits to what I’ll be put through."
Molly looked up, into his blue eyes, her eyes filled with tears. "Then what are you still doing here?" She couldn't let him in. He wouldn't understand. She knew that. He just didn't have it in him.
The next thing she knew, the door closed and she could hear Ben's steps echoing in the hallway.
All she wanted was to be normal.
Somehow their conversation had gone from a simple ride to her ability to be in a relationship. Molly sighed. Ben was mature for his age, that was what she liked about him, but that didn't mean that he suddenly became Dr. Phil and knew everything about her...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Micah, whom she saw walking across the lawn. Her gloomy thoughts instantly disappeared and a smile grew on her face. Molly instantly moved over, moving her things to the other side to show that he could sit there next to her, but their eyes met and in an instant, despite the distance, she noticed that there was something in his eyes that made her smile disappear.
He just kept on walking by.
As if he didn't know her at all.
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Date: 2007-06-10 10:37 pm (UTC)SHOOT ME NOW.
But srsly, sad Micah, saaad. D: Although I don't think I see him not talking to Molly. But yeah, as I think about it he may grow into a very socially awkward teenager, choosing silence and all. Still, odd for me.
Lawl thanks to the last Molly/Micah fic of yours that I read I can only picture her in a ponytail. D: Hahha.
And totally the same weather here IRL, damn hot, I need a storm, nao!
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Date: 2007-06-11 02:25 am (UTC)What I was thinking when I let Micah not talk to Molly is that I mean... he's figured out that she's keeping secrets from him, not telling him stuff (and god, does she ever?) and him being the socially awkward teenager and all, he doesn't want a confrontation so when he thinks she doesn't see him (he was across the lawn, a bit away), he doesn't approach her. Something like that.
Amen to the weather. I hate it this warm. Siriusly. But you see *points to head* I've got a plan ;)
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Date: 2007-06-11 01:10 am (UTC)i must steal your brain. or you can let me borrow it for a weekend cause i have a paper due soon, and i dont know how to put the words down and then make them make sense...
they're not as easy as numbers
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Date: 2007-06-11 02:28 am (UTC)so I take it you like it? *makes a happy little dance*
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Date: 2007-06-11 04:37 pm (UTC)Nice work!!
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