Mohinder Suresh

1 Kat couldn’t believe how much fun it was to talk to Mohinder about his world. Everything about him and other people was so fascinating and new. But despite her boundless curiosity, she grew sleepy as the evening turned into a warm night on their beach, and the soothing sounds of the ocean lulled both of them to sleep in the early dawn hours. She only woke to the chattering sounds of Mohinder’s teeth clicking together in his own light slumber as the night breeze chilled him. She drug herself up through the sand to reach the car he’d parked up in the sand and pull out a towel that hung through the window. Quietly scooting back to where he lay, she covered him with the towel and curled up beside him in the sand to go back to sleep.

2 She didn’t know where Mohinder was taking her as the pair of them drove along in his car. He’d said it was a surprise. But one thing Kat did know, was that riding in a car for hours on end was extremelyrelaxing. The scenery blurring by and the gentle steady rocking of the vehicle eventually made her so tired that she actually turned sideways in her seat and fell asleep. Even Mohinder had caught the sleepy bug and pulled over at a rest stop to tilt his seat back for a short nap.

3 Kat giggled giddily throughout the evening that she’d been showing Mohinder around her world. He seemed just as curious and excitable to learn about the merpeople as she had been to learn about humans. But swimming for him was obviously draining, and she found a safe cave in a cliff side where the pair of them would be able to safely take shelter and rest for a while. Kat chuckled as she watched Mohinder’s eyes struggle to stay open as they talked about their day, and she sat against the wall of the cave with his head on her lap, letting her fingers comb through his hair while they talked themselves to sleep.

4 Befriending a sea witch had by far been one of the smarted decisions Kat had ever made. And by far, one of the absolute best things to surface from that friendship had been the creation of a shell phone. With it, she was able to hear her dear friend’s voice from anywhere, land or sea. And when she finally had the chance to use it, she talked to Mo for hours on end until they were each falling asleep in their own beds.

which one tags the other in pictures of cute animalsMohinder X 1000

which one injures themself while trying to impress the otherAlso definitely Mohinder.

which one carries the other on their shoulders when they get too tired to walkI can see both of them doing this one.

which one puts pizza rolls in the shopping cart when the other isn’t lookingMohinder, for sure.which one sends the other useless fun facts at 3 amThis would also apply to both, but I’m leaning a bit more toward Mohinder with his big, science-y brain.

which one feeds stray animalsBoth, but probably more Mohinder.which one sleeps in really weird positionsI don’t see either of them doing this, tbh. Probably more likely to be curled up with each other than anything else.

which one opens all the jars/bottlesWell, he has super strength, but I can see him letting her do it.which one spontaneously bursts into song for no reasonClaire, most likely.

Meeting Mohinder’s gaze, she was silent for several heartbeats. There was no good way to tell the girl what they had done, why Claire would never consider herself one of the “good guys” Sandhya so idolized. Blinking, she looked back to their daughter, who was still sitting on the edge of her seat, practically bursting with anticipation.

     Although not an empath, the silence told Mohinder what he feared was going through her mind, and he couldn’t help pulling her closer to him to do what he could to comfort her while she spoke. As his deeds were mentioned, his smile widened and he looked down to Sandhya. “Yes, I’ve helped people, but it appears your mother is being way too modest about herself.”

     Giving Claire a look that said trust me, he continued, “Your mother’s power made her stronger, not just physically, but mentally as well. She endured more than I can ever imagine, but as you can see, she’s here with us, safe, sound, and sweet. She survived all those years, keeping her power a secret and under control. If anything, she is an inspiration.” Pausing, he kissed Claire on the cheek.

     Although most wouldn’t think it, this was a very special occasion. It wasn’t the grill cheese that was special, but the person making it. Mohinder couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to her, watching her expressions as the food made noises she’d never heard food make. At her question, he laughed quietly at how cute she was. “Yes, while you’re cooking, you’ll hear all sorts of strange sounds. Eventually you’ll get used to it though.”

     Mission accomplished? At least she wasn’t scared or freaking out. Mohinder returned Claire’s smile and wrapped his arms around both of them while they spoke. Sandhya appeared to be taking it all in, nodding while her mom spoke. “Yes, don’t be afraid to speak up. We’ve been there, done that, so…”

     At that, the girl paused to look over at Mohinder as though he’d sprouted a third eye, her brows raised high. In a hushed voice she squeaked out, “You and mommy are superheroes?” Well someone had spoken without thinking and put his foot in his mouth. “Ohmygodsohmygods,” she chanted to herself while waiting for them to answer.

Even at their third date Chloe found reasons to be nervous, sure they’d been on dates before, she’d technically spent the night with him before, but not together. She’d spent the night after falling asleep while researching with him, it hadn’t actually ever been intentional like it might prove to be tonight, now that their date was already at his place instead of a restaurant or something of the like. So yeah, she felt that she had plenty to be nervous about. She really didn’t want to ruin this.

Finding the right outfit also proved to be a challenge. She didn’t exactly think of herself as a sexy type of girl, and most of her chlothes were vaguely bussinessy. It was a rare moment in which Chloe actually knew what other girls meant by wanting to look attractive, but not like they had tried too hard. Definitely not something Chloe was used to. She eventually settled on some jeans and a bit of a low cut shirt, comfortable enough and a little sexy, she hoped.  

She’d finished up just in time to head over to Mohinder’s, and his happy welcome had Chloe feeling a million times more at ease. He seemed as happy (if not more) to see her as she was to see him, which wasn’t something the blonde was accustomed to in her past relationships, feelings unrequited or otherwise. “I’ve missed you too. You have no idea how relaxing it is just seeing you.” Her week had been rather hectic.

     Fingers gently combed through her hair a moment as he took in her smile. “Same here,” he commented quietly, shoulders falling as the tension from a moment ago faded away. An awkward pause then a playful smirk, and the next thing she knew, she was off her feet as Mohinder scooped her up into his arms to carry her over to the couch. “I wanted to sweep you off your feet, literally.” Tempted to kiss her again, he resisted. There would be plenty of time for that.

     After setting her down, he picked up the nearby tray filled with food and presented it to her as though she was royalty. “I wasn’t sure of your favorites, so I found a fancy catering book and made a little of everything.” And by everything, he meant everything; the tray had to have weighed ten pounds or so. “And on the other tray,” he paused to point, “there are dessert versions.” Mohinder hadn’t meant to go to so much trouble, but once he began making finger food, it kind of just snowballed.

     With the tray set in front of them, he got comfortable beside her and handed over the remote. “As you know, this is a sign of trust,” he said with a grin. “I have Netflix and all of that sort of stuff, so please pick out whatever you’d like. As long as I’m beside you, I would watch paint dry.” Okay now he couldn’t resist and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

     In all his explaining, Mohinder had forgotten to give her a hug. So as he handed her a skillet, he took a moment to wrap an arm around her, complete with a kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad you were able to make it,” he whispered before clearing his throat to concentrate on the task at hand. “Making cheese isn’t as exciting as it sounds, but we can make something even better - grilled cheese.” He moved the mini kitchen close enough to where she could use the stove before continuing.

     A hand lowered to playfully pat his daughter’s head. “Hey, hey–watch the ‘do, dad,” she said with a laugh while tugging on Mohinder’s arm. “Am I in trouble?” She looked to Claire. “Daddy ate the last cookie, I swear.”

     With a laugh, Mohinder shook his head. “No, you’re not in trouble. We just need to speak to you about something important.” With that, he picked her up and sat down beside Claire, placing the little one between them. A quick glance to his wife and he began, “As you already know, with great power comes great responsibility.” Tone was serious as he hoped this approach would work. “You have been given a gift, just like Storm.” His fingertip touched her nose. “And like a superhero, you must keep your ability a secret and only use it in emergencies. Only me, your mother, and Peter may know. Do you understand all of this so far?” Breath held, he waited for her reaction.

     Carefully Mohinder watched the tide as it came in, back and forth, silent and beautiful. He was frowning though. She was late and he found himself worrying with no good reason to. Sure, he’d given her a watch and her people had seen such devices, but what if their meetings had been found out? What if…

     Apparently Mohinder was not very good at calming others down or distracting them with thoughts of puppies. Gently his fingers alternated from combing through her hair and massaging along her back as his mind searched for the right things to say, if there were any. The words blood and screaming gave her thoughts away and it cut him like a knife knowing there was nothing he could do to shield her from those memories.

    Then there was the subject of what to wear. Mohinder tried several different styles and posing in front of the mirror before eventually choosing… what he wore most of the time anyway. Except, he would be wearing his silk black boxers… for reasons.

    Instead of cooking, he had little appetizers ready and waiting on the side tables, fully situated just in time for the doorbell to ring. There wasn’t any hiding how crazy he was for her, so as soon as the door was opened, he pulled her to him to place a sweet – yet shy – kiss to her lips. “I’ve missed you.”

           mohinder was here to help finish the formula. he was here to help, he was here for the information he had because he was useful. she was here because she was useful, she was here to make her father proud. it wasn’t often that mohinder wasn’t locked up in his lab or on the verge of making some new discovery. in retrospect, it wasn’t often that she wasn’t out and about looking for some other special person and giving them a rather big shock. pun intended. but here they were, a sociopath and a scientist, sharing a conversation over drink. it wasn’t often she’d drink alcohol, much more preferring a slushie. eyebrow raises as he starts speaking and then when he’s done, she can’t help the laughter that bubbles from her lips.

                              ’ that’s a good joke - tell me another one. ’

          Her words froze him, but only for a second before he glanced down to his glass and then over to hers, as though it had the words he was looking for. A warm smile formed across his face as he took the bottle and poured them both some more. “I believe I’ve heard that alcohol could possibly make memories foggy. Let’s test that theory, shall we?” With a click of his glass to hers, he took a few more swallows, the gears working overtime in his head.