A/N: This is for one of my close friends Heidi, on her birthday! One-shot. Slash. General season two spoilers. Moheter.
Disclaimer: I am not Tim Kring. I do not work at NBC. I am not affiliated with the show at all. If I was...well, let's not get into what the show would be like. LMAO.
Time
"I've done terrible things, you know," Mohinder states in a monotonous voice.
"Haven't we all? We're supposed to be saving the world…" Peter replies.
"Maybe it's not ours to save," Mohinder remarks.
"Who else will? The job has to be done. I was meant to do this. We were all meant to do this. Why else would we be given these gifts?" Peter retorts.
"Are they gifts? They could be curses." Mohinder's voice is sad.
"Adam…" Peter whispers.
"What?" Mohinder asks.
"Adam. He's this guy I know. He-he can heal. He can regenerate. And it's developed, he says, into some sort of immortality."
"Isn't it the American dream to live forever?" Mohinder asks with a smile.
"He isn't American," Peter replies, smiling himself. "I think that could be a curse. And…I think that could be me one day."
"You have the same power?" Mohinder speaks, mouth slightly agape.
"Ever since I met Claire – my niece. She'll probably live forever, too."
Mohinder is silent for some time, not knowing what to say. Finally he speaks, a ghost of a smile upon his face, "Then I guess we'll just have to make due with what time I have, won't we?"
Peter smiles and claps Mohinder on the back, his hand resting there longer than normal. The light weight feels good on Mohinder's back – a relief of sorts.
Peter replies with a grin, "I guess we will."
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