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alcesverdes) wrote2007-04-02 03:47 pm
alcesverdes) wrote2007-04-02 03:47 pm
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[Heroes] Serenity and Patience
Title: Serenity and Patience
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Summary: Mohinder gets a lab sponsored by Nathan. and realizes that he sometimes has to give in to what Flying Man's brother and BFF understand for help.
Characters: Mohinder, Hiro, Peter, mentions of Nathan.
Spoilers: Not really.
With the Petrelli family's help—and pressure—Mohinder found himself with a proper laboratory in New York. It had anything he could ever need or want to continue with his—his father's—research, and all because Nathan had so kindly threatened him into asking for anything he could ever need or want. Since money wasn't truly an issue and Nathan's shark-like smile was an irresistible one, Mohinder decided this was an opportunity he just couldn't throw overboard.
So, there he was, in a room filled with the most advanced technology, along with some traditional and simpler technology for when the first one wasn't enough, an extensive library, Internet access to even the most reticent of Universities, and well, everything.
“Mohinder-san! Mohinder-san!”
Everything but peace and tranquility around the clock.
Practically everyone of the enhanced humans he, Nathan, or Peter had met had free access to the lab unless there was some delicate procedure going on. From time to time, Mohinder couldn't help wishing that permission was revoked.
“Yes, Hiro?” he asked.
“I brought something for you,” Hiro said. He had a package covered with a piece of cloth in his hands. “Something you're missing to have a true laboratory!”
Mohinder raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”
With a triumphal smile—did he ever smile in any other way?—, Hiro took the cloth away and revealed a cage with two mice inside of it.
“Mice?” Mohinder said.
“Yes! All scientists have lab mice, don't they?”
“Well, some of them—us do have them, but—”
“When I came here last time, I noticed that you didn't have any, and I thought you may need them, even if Ando said I was being silly.”
Mohinder thought it'd be better if he didn't answer that one. Anyway, it could've been a lot worse; Hiro could've brought in a hunchback named Igor.
“Thank you, Hiro, for being so thoughtful, but I'm not sure that I could take proper care of them. I'm too busy.”
“Ah! Don't worry about it, Mohinder-san; I can come here everyday and feed them and clean their cage.”
In that case, it'd be better if you take them home with you. Mohinder was thinking how to phrase that in a way that wouldn't hurt Hiro's feelings when Peter walked in.
“Hello, Hiro! Hey, what are those?”
“Hello, Peter Petrelli! I brought lab mice for Mohinder-san's lab!”
“Really? That's very considerate of you!” Peter said. “Where are you going to put them?” he asked, now to Mohinder.
Mohinder sighed and did his best to avoid hitting his face with his hand. Either way, if he had learned a thing in the University of Madras was that good things never came from upsetting your sponsors. And, frankly, this was one of the most innocuous things he had been requested to do.
“On the shelf over there,” he said, pointing a corner of the room.
“Very well.” Hiro went to put them there. “I'll be back tomorrow in the morning with food and enough newspaper, all right?”
“Yes, all right,” Mohinder said.
Smiling like a kid with a new toy—which seemed to be his permanent state—Hiro bowed and left. “I'll tell Ando he was wrong and that you did like the mice, Mohinder-san!” he said from the door.
Despite of himself, Mohinder smiled when he heard that.
“It's going to sound weird, but I do think he's cute,” Peter said, laughing softly. “He's just like a child.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Do you think the mice are tamed?”
“I don't know, but I wouldn't stick my fingers through the bars until we're sure; if you get bitten by a mouse while I'm watching, Nathan would eat me alive.”
“I don't think he—Wait, you were kidding, right?”
Mohinder grinned sheepishly.
Peter smiled back. “Oh, yeah! I came here because I wanted to know if you were interested in getting a subscription to this.” He gave Mohinder a magazine he took out from his backpack.
“Let me read it and I'll tell you,” Mohinder said.
“Great!” Peter gave Mohinder a pat on his back. “I'll be back in the morning too; maybe I could help Hiro with the mice.”
Mohinder nodded and sighed. He remembered back on the day, when he worked on his own, without practically any interruptions, in the peace and quiet required for the advancement of science... And now he had all of these noisy—and nosey—attempts of help left, right and center, some clumsier than others—emphasis on the first ones.
And he had to admit that it was a lot more enjoyable than being all alone, buried in piles of books and data, growing grumpier and grumpier everyday because there was nothing there to remind him that the very ones he wanted to help cared about him as well. They cared enough to go and bother him every time they felt they could do something for him, even if it was counterproductive at the end.
In all honesty, when he reflected on it, he realized, with a placid smile, that there was no way he wouldn't prefer his current situation.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Summary: Mohinder gets a lab sponsored by Nathan. and realizes that he sometimes has to give in to what Flying Man's brother and BFF understand for help.
Characters: Mohinder, Hiro, Peter, mentions of Nathan.
Spoilers: Not really.
With the Petrelli family's help—and pressure—Mohinder found himself with a proper laboratory in New York. It had anything he could ever need or want to continue with his—his father's—research, and all because Nathan had so kindly threatened him into asking for anything he could ever need or want. Since money wasn't truly an issue and Nathan's shark-like smile was an irresistible one, Mohinder decided this was an opportunity he just couldn't throw overboard.
So, there he was, in a room filled with the most advanced technology, along with some traditional and simpler technology for when the first one wasn't enough, an extensive library, Internet access to even the most reticent of Universities, and well, everything.
“Mohinder-san! Mohinder-san!”
Everything but peace and tranquility around the clock.
Practically everyone of the enhanced humans he, Nathan, or Peter had met had free access to the lab unless there was some delicate procedure going on. From time to time, Mohinder couldn't help wishing that permission was revoked.
“Yes, Hiro?” he asked.
“I brought something for you,” Hiro said. He had a package covered with a piece of cloth in his hands. “Something you're missing to have a true laboratory!”
Mohinder raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”
With a triumphal smile—did he ever smile in any other way?—, Hiro took the cloth away and revealed a cage with two mice inside of it.
“Mice?” Mohinder said.
“Yes! All scientists have lab mice, don't they?”
“Well, some of them—us do have them, but—”
“When I came here last time, I noticed that you didn't have any, and I thought you may need them, even if Ando said I was being silly.”
Mohinder thought it'd be better if he didn't answer that one. Anyway, it could've been a lot worse; Hiro could've brought in a hunchback named Igor.
“Thank you, Hiro, for being so thoughtful, but I'm not sure that I could take proper care of them. I'm too busy.”
“Ah! Don't worry about it, Mohinder-san; I can come here everyday and feed them and clean their cage.”
In that case, it'd be better if you take them home with you. Mohinder was thinking how to phrase that in a way that wouldn't hurt Hiro's feelings when Peter walked in.
“Hello, Hiro! Hey, what are those?”
“Hello, Peter Petrelli! I brought lab mice for Mohinder-san's lab!”
“Really? That's very considerate of you!” Peter said. “Where are you going to put them?” he asked, now to Mohinder.
Mohinder sighed and did his best to avoid hitting his face with his hand. Either way, if he had learned a thing in the University of Madras was that good things never came from upsetting your sponsors. And, frankly, this was one of the most innocuous things he had been requested to do.
“On the shelf over there,” he said, pointing a corner of the room.
“Very well.” Hiro went to put them there. “I'll be back tomorrow in the morning with food and enough newspaper, all right?”
“Yes, all right,” Mohinder said.
Smiling like a kid with a new toy—which seemed to be his permanent state—Hiro bowed and left. “I'll tell Ando he was wrong and that you did like the mice, Mohinder-san!” he said from the door.
Despite of himself, Mohinder smiled when he heard that.
“It's going to sound weird, but I do think he's cute,” Peter said, laughing softly. “He's just like a child.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Do you think the mice are tamed?”
“I don't know, but I wouldn't stick my fingers through the bars until we're sure; if you get bitten by a mouse while I'm watching, Nathan would eat me alive.”
“I don't think he—Wait, you were kidding, right?”
Mohinder grinned sheepishly.
Peter smiled back. “Oh, yeah! I came here because I wanted to know if you were interested in getting a subscription to this.” He gave Mohinder a magazine he took out from his backpack.
“Let me read it and I'll tell you,” Mohinder said.
“Great!” Peter gave Mohinder a pat on his back. “I'll be back in the morning too; maybe I could help Hiro with the mice.”
Mohinder nodded and sighed. He remembered back on the day, when he worked on his own, without practically any interruptions, in the peace and quiet required for the advancement of science... And now he had all of these noisy—and nosey—attempts of help left, right and center, some clumsier than others—emphasis on the first ones.
And he had to admit that it was a lot more enjoyable than being all alone, buried in piles of books and data, growing grumpier and grumpier everyday because there was nothing there to remind him that the very ones he wanted to help cared about him as well. They cared enough to go and bother him every time they felt they could do something for him, even if it was counterproductive at the end.
In all honesty, when he reflected on it, he realized, with a placid smile, that there was no way he wouldn't prefer his current situation.