A/N: Just some semi-fluffy Matt/Mohinder stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
What For?
One: For Molly
"It has to look realistic, Matt," he insisted. "We can't just claim to be a family and then live in separate houses."
"We could say we're separated," Matt replied, forcing thoughts of his ex-wife from his mind and focusing on the conversation at hand. Mohinder sighed, pointing at Matt with his fork as he responded.
"That only matters to the state," he said, waving his other hand towards a door that led out of the living room. "What about Molly?" Matt sighed and pushed his half-empty bowel away from him, his appetite gone.
"There are fully functioning families with separated parents." Matt said. Mohinder shook his head.
"Stop projecting, Matt," he said. "What you want from your wife is different from what we have to do for Molly. We have to protect her. Besides, we're the two people she trusts the most."
"Mohinder…," Matt began, but trailed off when he saw their young foster child standing in the doorway Mohinder had been indicating earlier. "Hey, Molly," he said, forcing a smile. Mohinder tilted in his seat to see the girl pad across the room. She pulled out a chair and sat down, looking from one man to the other.
"Are you all right, Molly?" Mohinder asked, laying a hand on the girls back. She nodded, but then shook her head.
"Nightmares?" Matt asked, going to mimic Mohinder's movement, but finding his hand blocked by the other man's. Instead, he laid his hand on the back of her chair as she nodded slowly.
She stretched her arms out to Matt and he lifted her from the chair, holding her close as she rested her head on his shoulder, shivering. He patted her on the back, shushing her quietly and looking over at Mohinder.
"For Molly," he mouthed, Mohinder nodded, a grim smile on his face.