Old Ficlet: Symphony of Three

[aisalynn]

Title: Symphony of Three
Author: Aisalynn
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Matt, Mohinder and Molly
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt deals with the thoughts he hears from the criminals he deals with all day.

Sometimes, when the thoughts of the criminals he’d arrested or the suspects he’d interviewed became too much, when they’d echoed in his head for hours, leaving no room for anything else, leaving him tired and in pain and feeling absolutely dirty from the filth he had to listen to all day, Matt would come home, slowly trudge his way to the armchair in the corner of the apartment and sit there for hours. He would close his eyes, tilt his head back, and open his mind wide, letting the thoughts of Mohinder and Molly flow through him, cleansing him.

He didn’t focus on any one thought, didn’t let any particular sentence or idea become more important than the other, just let it stream into him, filling his mind like a glass underneath a faucet, warm and constant and overflowing.

It was sort of like music. Mohinder’s steady stream of Tamil and Latin, sometimes dotted with what Matt fuzzily recognized as English, was like notes on a piano, slow and steady, while Molly’s thoughts were the tinkling high notes, appearing suddenly to brighten the song before fading to the background, a soft and hauntingly beautiful counterpart to Mohinder’s melody. He liked to think that if someone could hear his thoughts that he would be the bass, the constant hum, erasing the air of any empty space, any silence in between their notes, completing and supporting them as they twisted and intertwined, sometimes reaching a peak as they changed key with excitement, other times quieting to a hush, like the gentle lull of the waves against the shore.

He would let that wave wash over him, and all the twisted images and frightening thoughts he’d gathered throughout the day would be gone, and he would finally relax. It was better than any of those CD’s filled with forest noises or the sound of rain falling that were supposed to help relax you, and after a few hours he would sleepily open his eyes, and reign his power back under control, letting his own thoughts fill his head once more. Mohinder would be there to hand him a tea or coffee filled mug, sometimes even a beer, with an understanding look on his face. Molly would run immediately to sit in his lap and chatter about school or time spent with her friends and Matt couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her, feeling himself again.