{"id":1644,"date":"2012-09-05T23:55:01","date_gmt":"2012-09-05T23:55:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1644"},"modified":"2012-09-06T03:20:17","modified_gmt":"2012-09-06T03:20:17","slug":"fic-five-families-that-never-were-part-25-heroes-mattmohinder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1644","title":{"rendered":"Fic: Five Families That Never Were part 2\/5 (Heroes, Matt\/Mohinder)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They were walking home when  it happened: strolling down the street, swinging Molly between them and  grinning like a pair of fools at the sound of her delighted laughter. It  was a brilliant, cloudless day, and for once the world felt safe. It  should have been perfect.<\/p>\n<p>The thought hit her out of  nowhere like a mack truck traveling at 88 miles per hour: <em>What the  hell is a hottie like that doing with that fat bitch?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Matt stopped cold in the  middle of the street, struggling to breathe and barely noticing that  she&#8217;d inadvertently forced Molly and Mohinder to stop as well. She found  herself searching the faces that moved around them like water: why, she  couldn&#8217;t tell. It wasn&#8217;t like she really *wanted* to know who had  voiced the secret fear she&#8217;d been hiding ever since this unexpected  family had fallen into her lap three months ago.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Madeline?&#8221; Mohinder asked  softly. &#8220;Are you all right?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She shivered. All her life,  Matt had hated her given name, but somehow Mohinder made it sound like a  caress. The first time he&#8217;d used it instead of calling her &#8220;Officer  Parkman&#8221;\u2026that was the moment she&#8217;d known she was in trouble: that she&#8217;d  fallen for him.<\/p>\n<p>Hell, who wouldn&#8217;t fall for  him? The man was beautiful, smart \u2013 most of the time, anyway \u2013 and every  bit as much in love with the little girl they&#8217;d saved as Matt was.<\/p>\n<p>Mohinder was studying Matt&#8217;s  face now with a thoughtful frown. Then, letting go of Molly&#8217;s hand, he  stepped closer and reached out to touch her shoulder. &#8220;What did you  hear?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Matt shook him off, still  afraid of the way his slightest touch lingered on her skin like a kiss  of fire. &#8220;Nothing. It&#8217;s not important.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>I bet she told him the  brat was his and he was just too dumb to notice she&#8217;s too vanilla to be  even half cinnamon. Hmm&#8230;gorgeous and stupid, I can work with this.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Matt spun, her eyes finally  locking onto the source of the thought: a size-two bleach blonde with a  salon tan and silicone cleavage, sitting at a bus stop a block away.  Their eyes locked and the other woman&#8217;s widened in shock. <em>Fuck, the  bitch heard me! But I didn&#8217;t say anything out loud&#8230;did I?<\/em> Then her  chin lifted in defiance. <em>So what if I did? Serves her right.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Mohinder&#8217;s eyes followed  Matt&#8217;s, a grimace forming on his lips as he took in the silent showdown  taking place.<\/p>\n<p><em>That&#8217;s it, hot stuff,<\/em> the blonde purred silently. <em>Take a good long look at what you&#8217;re  missing, then come over here and do something about it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Matt stiffened and  Mohinder&#8217;s hand tightened on her arm. He couldn&#8217;t have heard the  thought, but there was no way he could miss that the blonde was  shamelessly checking him out. &#8220;I see,&#8221; he said softly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did she think something bad  about you?&#8221; Molly demanded, her hackles visibly rising. &#8220;That bitch!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Molly!&#8221; Matt and Mohinder  exclaimed simultaneously, matching expressions of shock on their faces  as they glanced down at the little girl.<\/p>\n<p>She crossed her arms and  stuck her chin out. &#8220;Well, she is! She doesn&#8217;t even know you!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Mohinder&#8217;s eyes softened.  &#8220;No, she doesn&#8217;t. Anyone who knew our Madeline couldn&#8217;t help but love  her as much as we do.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>If her circulatory system  was a roller coaster, then those words would have been the upside-down  triple loop for Matt&#8217;s heart. She pivoted again to stare in disbelief at  the man beside her. &#8220;Did you just say \u2013 ?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Mohinder stepped closer to  her, taking her face in both his hands and leaning in to give her a  tender, lingering kiss on the lips. <em>Does that answer your question?<\/em> he directed the thought fiercely towards her.<\/p>\n<p>When they parted, Matt&#8217;s  first words were a breathless, &#8220;It does. But why? Why me?&#8221; Why her when  he could have any woman he wanted?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I may not be able to hear  your thoughts,&#8221; he answered with a wry smile, still cupping the side of  her face with one hand. &#8220;But I&#8217;ve seen your heart and your heart is  beautiful. As are you. Which you would have known had you only&#8230;paid a  bit more attention.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah,&#8221; Molly chimed in.  &#8220;Seriously, what <em>took<\/em> you two so long?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Matt chuckled, lacing her  fingers through Mohinder&#8217;s and holding out her other hand to a grinning  Molly. She cast one last smug glance at the blonde at the bus stop \u2013 who  was staring after them with a mixture of fury, disgust and horror on  her face \u2013 then turned back to her family. &#8220;What do I look like, a mind  reader?&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They were walking home when it happened: strolling down the street, swinging Molly between them and grinning like a pair of fools at the sound of her delighted laughter. 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