wickedwords | Fic: Company Town (Matt/Mohinder, Molly, PG-13, AU) 2/2

See Part 1 for header info.

Matt was deciding if he should sleep on the living room couch, or drag a sleeping bag into the hall by Molly's room. He'd just about decided for the sleeping bag when Mohinder came out on the landing to watch him.

"There is one other option you haven't mentioned," Mohinder said.

"Oh?" Matt asked. "You have a guest room someplace."

"I was thinking you might share mine." A question written in his eyes, Mohinder leaned toward Matt, who licked his lips and nodded. The first tentative brush of their lips brought an unsteady spiral of want through him, a bright flood of need that made his whole body spark.

He pulled back a little, to catch his breath, and caught Molly rolling her eyes and making gagging noises. "Oh, gross," she said and covered her eyes. "I am going to be scarred for life."

Matt huffed out a breath that was part laughter, part calming breath, and caught Mohinder's intent gaze.

"My room is next door to Molly's," he said, plucking at Matt's shirt. "You'll be able to hear everything from in there, and the bed's big enough for two."

"Okay, that's it." Molly said. "I'm going to bed." She flounced away and slammed the door behind her, shouting as she went. "And remember, I can hear everything from my bed, too!"

"She's got a point there," Matt said, tugging Mohinder toward him using his belt loops. "We'll have to be quiet." He gave Mohinder another kiss, tantalizing and feather-light.

"I can do quiet," Mohinder promised, wrapping his arms around Matt. "But we better get to bed soon, or we'll end up scandalizing Molly again."

"You go in first. I'll just be a minute." Matt whistled, and Blue came bounding up the stairs. "Rest here?" He pointed at the sleeping bag, which Blue sniffed a couple of times, before settling down for the night. "Good boy," he said, and set out a bowl of water.

"Everyone's tucked in," he said, looking at Blue, then at Molly's door. With a grin, he entered Mohinder's bedroom, and closed the door tight behind him.

<<<>>>

Something was wrong. Matt stood in a windowless room with no way out. He was shaking, the room closing in on him, and he needed out, out, out. Then, through the darkness around him, he heard something, a soft padding of feet entering the room. He couldn't see, but the noises were growing closer, the room pressed in on him.

Snapping, whining, a sharp growl and a whimper--Blue, his mind provided. Blue was trying to get his attention. "What's up boy?" His voice slurred with sleep, Matt tried to force his eyes open, but he felt like someone had added an extra layer of gravity to the bed. It was tough to move, and the harder he worked, the less progress he made.

His heart rate sped up as Matt realized he was having trouble breathing; something was wrong, really wrong here. Blue licked his face, and the shock of getting dog spit in his nose and lips finally pushed Matt awake.

He rolled over and looked at Mohinder, shaking him gently to try and wake him, but Mohinder remained lax and unresponsive. Immediately, Matt jerked upright, the adrenaline surging through his system pushing away whatever it was that was trying to make him sleep. Someone must have drugged them--and instantly corrected that thought.

Sylar. Somehow Sylar had drugged them. Sylar was in the house. Sylar was coming for Molly.

Torn, Matt looked at Mohinder, then scrambled out of bed and quickly pulled on his jeans. "Blue, stay." He muttered, as Blue looked ready to follow him; with a huff of breath, Blue settled on the ground next to the bed.

Matt would grab Molly first, then get Mohinder. He couldn't manage them both at the same time. Stumbling out of the room, Matt saw that Molly's door was wide open, and no one was in the bed inside.

"Fuck." He growled, and ran back to the bedroom; He picked Mohinder up in a fireman's carry, and threw a quilt over him. Maybe if he got some fresh air, he'd be better, or maybe he'd react to the cool night air.

Over and over in his head, even while he carefully managed to get Mohinder out of the house, Matt kept returning to the fact that Molly had been taken. He needed to find her now, but he also needed to make sure Mohinder was okay. "Come on, come on," he said. "Wake up. Please."

The fresh air didn't seem to make a difference; Mohinder was still out like a light. He was breathing, and Matt didn't see anything odd other than he couldn't wake up. "Damn it," he muttered, sitting back on his heels on the front lawn grass. "How do I--"

He stopped, took a deep breath, and concentrated. He could hear Mohinder's heart beating, and slowly, he picked up the thread of Mohinder's dreaming mind.

"Molly? Molly? Are you okay?" Mohinder's voice whispered in his mind, and with the understanding that Mohinder was okay, just deeply asleep, Matt turned his attention to hearing Molly.

He cleared his mind as much as possible, breathing deeply and evenly. He'd never tried searching like this, opening his mind to whatever possibilities might be out there, but he had to attempt it. If Molly was still alive, if this Sylar guy had her, Matt should be able to find her.

"Molly?" He projected the thought as hard as he could, a mental yell of desperation and fear. Almost instantly, he saw her, hiding behind unpacked boxes in the furnace room, while someone was coming steadily closer.

The revelation brought Matt out of the near-trance he'd fallen into. He tore out the front yard to his skimmer, and grabbed for the toolbox in back. The night air was making him shiver, and he fumbled for the keys in his pants, but he quickly got the box open.

The company had issued him a gun when he first took this job, and required him to stay current. Matt had carried it with him everywhere, in the skimmer's storage compartment. He'd had no reason to use it before now, but today, he sent out a small prayer of thanks that he had it around.

As quiet as he could be, he slunk back into the house, heading for the kitchen. Once he got there, he figured he'd break the door down if he needed to, but he would get Molly out.

He didn't get much of a chance. The minute he kicked down the door into the furnace room, something hard and strong shoved him up against the far wall, pinning him like a butterfly to a butterfly board. He heard the guy moving, heard boxes being thrown around, but he couldn't move his arms or legs.

At the back of his mind, he heard Molly crying quietly, balled up and silent within one of the big packing boxes. Sylar! He was going to find her and kill her, and there was nothing Matt could do about it.

Unless--Matt whistled, one long sustained note. A knife vibrated out of the knife holder, and twisted around in mid-air, aiming for Matt's head.

"Molly?" The stranger in the furnace room called out in a thin and unctuous voice. "I have your Dad, Molly. And if you don't come out, I'm going to kill him."

Glass shattered, and the knife hovering inches from Matt's face fell to the ground. He heard yelling and Blue's growl and bark. He didn't think twice, he stepped through the doorway, gun in hand, and took aim toward where he had heard the noises.

Something slammed into his back, and his arm was thrown to the side, but it didn't matter. Matt had already fired, and the intruder lay slumped on the floor of the furnace room, dead.

"Molly! Molly!" he yelled, tearing through the unpacked boxes.

"Matt! Oh, Matt!" she cried, pushing herself out from under a pile of clothes. She scrambles over to him and threw her arms around him. "You saved me, you saved me."

Blue danced around them both, whining madly.

"I got up to get a glass of water, and I heard someone on the stairs, so I hid. I'm sorry, Matt, I--"

"Hey, you did good, princess. You're safe, and that's what's important." He hugged her tight, biting at his lips as his arm protested. What the fuck had he been messing with?

Molly looked at him in concern. "Matt, are you okay? You're bleeding. Where's Mohinder?"

"He's fine, it's just--He was sleeping, but he's awake now I think." He could feel something seeping down his face and trickling down the back of his arm. He tried looking over his shoulder, but he couldn't see anything. "Oh, shit," he said as the delayed pain slammed into him, making him sink to the floor. "You better go get your dad."

<<<>>>

"Good morning, sleepy head." Mohinder was leaning over his bed. He had a tray in his hands that he set on the nightstand. "You know, I'd had a different concept than this when I thought about making you breakfast this morning."

"I kinda did too." Matt tried to lever himself up on his elbows, but Mohinder stopped him. "Don't put any weight on that arm," he said, gesturing at the one that hurt like hell. "You pulled a muscle in it last night, and there's quite a bit of bruising."

"Where’s Sylar?" Matt's head throbbed, and he tried to push the covers away; Mohinder insistently pulled them back up, then sat down on the quilt next to Matt, keeping them firmly in place.

"He was dead when Molly found me."

Matt let his head sink back onto the pillow, a wave of mixed relief and triumph washing through him. No one was ever going to come after his family like that again. "What about the body?"

Mohinder picked up a warm cloth from the tray, and used it to gently wipe Matt's face and hands. "I had quite a long talk with Bob this morning, and we agreed that they would send someone to collect him as soon as possible. In fact, you slept through it." He set the cloth back on the tray.

"That's only because of the drugs you gave me," Matt grumbled. He felt pretty good for feeling so bad. "They'd knock an elephant on its ass."

Mohinder shrugged. "You needed them." He caught Matt's gaze, his big brown eyes full of warmth. "Thank you."

Matt's mouth went dry and plucked at his blanket. He wasn't sure how to respond. He'd sorta figured that there might be a few dates and maybe some sleepovers, but this fierce affection welling up inside of him was something new. "So how am I doing?"

"Aside from a concussion, the pulled muscles, several nicks and scrapes--you're doing quite well. But I think you should stay here a while."

"A day or two?" Matt said, too tired to move. That sounded great to him right now. He'd need to get someone to look after his garden and the zolos, but there were plenty of people in town who owned him a few favors. "I'll need to get someone to look after the ranch."

"I'll arrange it," Mohinder said, his brown furrowing. "I was thinking something longer term, even after you were feeling better. Several months, maybe. Years, if you were interested."

That seemed absurd. He couldn't really be asking--Matt stared up at him. "You're not joking, are you. You're really asking me to stick around?

"Yes."

"Isn't this a little sudden? You may not have noticed it last night, but I really snore."

"Oh, I noticed, but it doesn't matter. I am quite serious." Mohinder gave an exasperated sigh. "I care for you, and Molly does too. You're incredible, and I really don't want to lose you. Isn't that enough of a reason to ask you to be a part of our family? Here," Mohinder said, placing Matt's hand over his heart. "Look into my mind, and see what I see."

Looking into Mohinder's eyes was an electrical current that ran up and down his spine, drawing his focus and concentration and locking it to Mohinder's gaze. It brought butterflies to his stomach, and the sensation of the world tilting around him, blurring into the background. Mohinder was intense, passionate, and demanding--but at the same time kind and compassionate, and he loved Molly to a fault.

It was the same way Matt felt about him.

"I don't have to," Matt said, curling his hand over Mohinder's. "I don't think there's anything in there that I can't already see right here." He squeezed Mohinder's hand, and let it fall away. "I care for you, too. It's just that I can't, not right now. I have animals I have to feed, and I'm not too keen on living in the company's home."

Mohinder's face crumpled as he turned away. "I understand."

"Wait." Matt licked his lips, thinking about what this would mean, but he wanted to give it a shot. "How about you move in with me? I've got the room, and then I won’t have to run out to the ranch everyday. The animals still have to get fed."

"Ah, now it's my turn to ask if you are serious."

"Deeply serious," Matt said, imitating Mohinder. "So what do you say?"

"Before you answer," Molly piped up from the doorway, Blue at her feet. "Can I get a horse?"

Matt laughed, looking at Mohinder who was dumb-struck. "Yes, princess. If you move into my place, you will have your own horse."

"Good," she said, sweeping into the room to sit on the bed with Matt, her too-big nightgown brushing the floor as she walked. She curled her hand on top of theirs. "That makes me the deciding vote, and I say yes." She turned and looked at her dad, "You can't compete with both Matt and my own pony," she whispered in a loud voice.

Mohinder started to laugh. "All right, you both win. I'm saying 'yes' too."

"We'll figure it out," Matt said, tugging Mohinder down into a kiss. "I'm rather fond of breakfast in bed."

"Agh, I said that was gross, cut it out." Molly said and pulled a quilt over her head.

"Can she breathe like that?" Matt said, his lips brushing Mohinder's.

"I'm positive she's fine," Mohinder replied, his hand pressed to Matt's chest. "Though she may need to wear it for the next several years."

Matt settled down onto the bed, Mohinder at his side and Molly by his head, while Blue jumped up at his feet to join them.

The End.

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*flails*

OMG, this is really cool. I love the use of characters, and how you've put them into this setting - I'm actually really intrigued by the world they're in, with the Company using the town as a giant, brain-chipped farm. How far does the Company's control stretch? Is there anything bigger than the Company? What can they do about being used like sheep?

Um, yeah, I got really into this. Thanks for writing!

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Fic: Company Town (Matt/Mohinder, Molly, PG-13, AU) 2/2

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