Note
This was made specifically for the gimmick at Headache, the details of which is down below. However, this is a stand alone and is just meant for fun.
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GIMMICK: PM me your favourite, non-Torchwood slash pairing, and why. I know that my gimmicks have engendered a less than positive response so far, but bear with me! This time there's a prize! Nothing of real material value, I'm afraid, but I hope you like it anyway. The winner of this little comp will get...a character named after them! And not a lame little background one, an extremely significant one.
A short slash scene between the said characters will get you extra points. More if you can make me laugh. Also I'll need your real name (just the first one), or else there's no point. There's no set deadline as yet, cause this character doesn't show up for at least a few chapters, so there is absolutely NO reason for you to not at least scribble down a few lines on why (for example) those two A-Team members are so hot together.
Mohinder hovered uncertainly over the sleeping man's form. He cleared his throat uncertainly, the way he always did before a lecture, which he now did more out of habit than anything else, really. It´s not like he was actually planning on speaking.
Feeling more silly than nervous, he projected loudly and clearly the four little words he had always wanted to say in real life, but had either been too scared, nervous or annoyed to say. There always seemed to be intervening circumstances, usually involving either Molly or the end of the world, sometimes both, and the timing seemed ridiculous before now. But now Sylar was gone and so was the Nightmare Man, and Nathan was finally in stable condition, and it seemed like a great weight was lifted off the household. However, Mohinder knew it was now or never, as trouble always seemed to find them, no matter how hard they tried to be normal.
Matt, he mentally telegraphed, I love you. Behind this apparently simple thought was a whirlwind of emotions and reasonings and excuses, which Mohinder was willing to use if Matt rejected his confession, as he thought he would, and moved out like the normal straight man he always seemed to be.
Of course, this would have to involve the cop actually hearing the afore mentioned confession, which other than a small change in breathing, he had given no indication of. Mohinder frowned slightly and tried again, louder this time. Matt, you great big fool, I'm in love with you!
Still nothing. Sighing with regret, and only the very smallest bit of relief (after all, no one liked to get their heart broken), he leaned down and gave the Matt shaped lump beneath him a chaste kiss on lips.
To Mohinder's credit, he only gave the smallest of surprised grunts when he was pulled down rather forcefully onto the larger man's body and kissed within the inch of his life. Once they came up for breath, Matt, with his eyes dancing with mischief and something else that Mohinder couldn't name but knew for a certainty was mirrored in his own eyes, said the three little words that Mohinder had been dreaming about for the last three months, if not longer. The three little words that he had almost managed to convince himself were not coming, the three little words that confirmed his greatest fantasy and fear, all in one.
'' I'm a fool?''
Okay, so the three little words weren't the first things out of Matt's mouth, but they did come, although not until the next morning. After they woke Molly up early and all made their traditional Sunday morning pancakes and Molly was watching cartoons in the other room and they were washing the dishes, then it came. And it was then that Mohinder finally knew that everything, absolutely everything was going to be alright for them.