Don't Go -- Three Peas Verse

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Mohinder knew that Peter would heal, but that didn't stop him from running alongside the gurney as he was put back inside his 'safe room.'  Mohinder's hands were bloody, the gore stretching up to his elbows.  He was just trying to hold Peter together, to save him...

Even if he had shot at him first.

"I'm so sorry," he kept saying, having no idea when Peter would wake.

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"Youshotme," Peter said, lulling his head to the side. It hurt to breathe, his insides taking their sweet time to heal thanks to the sedative. "ButIdeservedit...maybe..."

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"I know," Mohinder said quietly, his red stained against Peter's long throat. He was leaving crimson fingerprints behind. "I'm so sorry, Peter. You have to believe that!"

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"Ibelieve...thatI...am...inHell," he replied, the last few words exhaled tiredly. Still, he couldn't remember anything from his past. Still, none of his supposed family had come to see him. Still, he was a prisoner here when they promised to help him. This didn't constitute help in Peter's eyes.

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"It will get better," Mohinder said, though his eyes said something else. He was caught up insomething terrible. Bennet was suppose to be helping him out, but Mohinder hadn't managed to get anywhere near a phone that was secure in weeks. He couldn't even go home to see his little girl.

Unfortunately emotional over this, as he stroked Peter's neck with his thumb, tears slipped down his cheeks.

"I will do my best for you."

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Peter coughed gently, then turned his head away from Mohinder and worked something around in his mouth with his tongue. He coughed again and then spit out a bullet. "Ugh. Ew."

It took him a moment but he opened his eyes and focused enough to see Mohinder haloed by florescent lights. "Why'reyoucrying?"

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"I'm not," Mohinder said, removing his hand from Peter's neck and dragging the back of it across his cheek. It left a red stain there as well and he turned away towards the sink to wash the blood from his hands and arms.

All he needed was for Elle to see him weak like this for it to be over. He'd never live it down.

"Any more bullets to spit up? I'll get you water."

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"No," he replied, voice hoarse. Peter tilted his head to try and watch Mohinder. The sedative was starting to even out and he just felt a little sleepy, but definitely unable to use his powers because of the IV they'd hooked him up to again. He cleared his throat. "Seriously...were you crying?"

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Mohinder swallowed and then started to laugh. "Oh, it's nothing, honestly. A bit of excess emotion. I'm afraid I'm starting to take after Molly and her outbursts." Would this blood ever come off?

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"Sorry if I got you into trouble," Peter said with a small voice. He turned his head and looked at the ceiling. It was an easier thing to gaze at, as opposed to someone he was fond of and couldn't have. "I just wanna go...figure out who I am and feel safe."

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"I think we want the same thing," Mohinder said. "We were both just trying to protect someone is all." Mohinder smiled lightly as he returned to sit next to Peter, a sponge in his hand, a bowl in his lap. He was going to clean Peter up as best he could.

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Mohinder was in his line of sight again. Pretty curls, pretty smile, pretty skin...

"If you want out of here, then let me help you. I can get us out." He swallowed and then smacked his lips, fighting with drying blood.

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Mohinder's fingers, wet from the sponge and water, pressed over top of Peter's lips. He shook his head, curls tumbling across his cheeks quickly. "Not here. We can...you need to get them to trust you first," he half hissed and then went back to sponging off Peter's chest.

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He flushed when Mohinder touched his lips, his nipples hardening as water came into contact with his flesh. Great. Juuuuuust great. Was this exotic man too dense to realize he was turning Peter on, or was he doing it on purpose?!

"Okay." Peter thought Mohinder would be a good person to listen to from now on. "Whatever you say, doc."

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"Mohinder is fine," he murmured, before a smile broke out on his pretty lips. "But not Mo, all right?"

He had to do a lot of washing. Blood was hard to remove from Peter's skin and he scrubbed at his chest and his throat carefully, trying not to hurt him. He did have to dump the water out quite a bit though.

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"What about Momo?" Peter asked, grinning softly. He yawned, trying to fight the IV. Each time he caught a smile from Mohinder, he woke up a bit more. "That's a cute one. Though I don't know how you could retaliate with my name. Its either Pete or Peter."

Pete. Huh. That sounded vaguely familiar...

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"Petey?" Mohinder asked, matching the smile. They were getting out of here...eventually. He could trust Peter. Look, they were already becoming friends again! It was like old times, though back then Mohinder had been pretty mean to the younger man, hardly believing a word he said when it came to specials or his ability to fly.

He didn't really object to 'Momo,' though it probably didn't fit a thirty-four year old.

"You know, Momo is Japanese for peach."

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"Oh yeah? Good fit cuz you're a peach." He chuckled and tried to shift into a more comfortable position, failing miserably. "Peaches is your new nickname, then. You did it to yourself, man."

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Ringing out the sponge, Mohinder shook his head. "You are not calling me 'Peaches,'" he murmured in his softly accented voice. "I will compromise with Momo, however, if you only do it in private. Is the water too cold for you?" He noticed the nipples finally!

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"No no its just right, Peaches. Thanks for checking though." Peter loved to play around and kid with people. Mohinder seriously dug himself a hole with the peach thing. "I could use some pizza and beer, though."

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"You're getting bread and water if you keep referring to me as a fruit," Mohinder said, rolling his eyes even as he laughed. Well, he'd get him what he wanted. Probably not beer, but Elle could smuggle it in.

Mohinder placed his bare hand on Peter's equally bare chest. And no, he was utterly clueless to Peter's attraction to him.

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He looked at the hand, and then Peter did what he did best - turned on his natural, flirty charm. "Like what you feel?" he asked, giving Mohinder a lopsided grin. "Your hand is warm. You can keep it there."

Peter bit into his droopy bottom lip, his eyes sparkling up at the beautiful man.