Just Another Day in the Suresh-Parkman Household
Title: Just Another Day in the Suresh – Parkman Household
Rating: G
Characters: Molly, Nathan, Matt, Mohinder
Word Count: 780
Spoilers: None beyond…well, the title. And if this actually turns out to happen (which it totally could!) then that is actually just me being a genius and also, psychic.
Mr. Petrelli reminded Molly of her dad. He always smelled nice and when he looked at you, he really *looked* at you, even if you were a kid.
“I think you’ve gotten taller,” Mr. Petrelli said, folding his arms and Mohinder grinned, squeezing Molly’s shoulder.
“Everybody says that, but I think it’s actually true,” Molly said. “Plus, you haven’t seen me for months and months. Where’ve you been?”
Mr. Petrelli’s lips pressed tight for a moment, and Molly thought he wouldn’t answer. “I had to take some time away,” he said.
“Oh,” Molly said, and when she looked further, she thought Mr. Petrelli looked tired, so she didn’t want to bother him. She went off into the kitchen and got out her GI Joe and Barbie box. Right now, Barbie was in military training and had scored higher than GI Joe and GI Joe was mad so he’d challenged Barbie to a push-ups contest and they were on 142 when she’d last played. After they tied, Molly thought they’d go to dinner, because she’d just gotten a new bowtie from Matt and she wanted to see how Joe looked with it.
Matt had just come home and they were all speaking in low tones in the living room, Mohinder sitting on the edge of the chair, Matt and Mr. Petrelli crowding around him.
“Look, I know Peter thought that –” Mohinder was saying, and Molly smiled and thought her GI Joe actually kind of looked like Peter.
“I’m sorry, but Peter is *gone*,” Matt was saying, only a little louder, and Molly’s head snapped up as she thought about a big building, a bar, and Peter smiling at a girl with long dark hair.
She turned around, her Barbie mid push-up. “No he’s not, he’s in that bar,” Molly said, standing up.
All three of them stared at her, and then suddenly, Mohinder was up and off the couch and crouching before her. “Matt, get a map,” he said. “Molly, what do you mean? Did you just think of Mr. Petrelli’s brother?”
Nathan was hovering over Mohinder, his face blank, but Molly thought he looked…scared. “Molly?” he asked.
“I just. When you said about Peter, I thought my GI Joe looked like him, and — ” Molly fumbled as Mr. Petrelli sat down on the floor, snatching the map Matt had just ripped off the wall.
Molly closed her eyes and thought really hard. For a second, she couldn’t stop thinking about her GI Joe and his bowtie but then his face shifted to Peter’s and her finger moved along the map. “There,” she said firmly, pointing to…whatever was to the left of England. She narrowed her eyes on the map. “Ireland! He’s in Ireland. With the girl with the dark hair.”
“Molly, are you sure? We all thought Peter was pretty…hurt,” Matt said.
“I’m sure,“ Molly said, rubbing her head a little.
“You couldn’t find him when we asked before,” Mr. Petrelli said slowly. “Do you have any idea why you can find him now?”
Molly shrugged, because she just didn’t know. She’d thought on it really hard when Mohinder had asked last time, because it meant a lot to him and she could tell. “Maybe he didn’t know where he was?” she said, but she knew she wasn’t saying it right.
But it seemed to make a little sense to Mr. Petrelli. “So he’s in Cork. In a bar. With a girl with dark hair,” he summarized, looking at Molly for confirmation. “Anything else?”
Molly started to close her eyes again, but Mohinder put his hand on her head. “That’s enough for today, sweetheart.”
Molly was secretly glad, even though she wanted to help more. It didn’t seem to matter to Mr. Petrelli, because he was up and off the floor in a second and halfway to the door the next.
“Call us when you find him?” Mohinder called, and Mr. Petrelli made a sort of awkward waving motion at them to say goodbye, and with his other hand, was opening his phone to call someone.
Matt shut the door behind him. “Well,” he exhaled. “Good job, Molly.”
Mohinder was staring at the floor. “What is Barbie doing?” he leaned in.
“Oh, push-ups. But that was getting boring, so I think they’re going to go dancing now,” she said, peeling off Barbie’s fatigues. “Wanna play?”
Mohinder sat back down next to her on the floor. “So I am the dashing GI Joe, ready to sweep Barbie off her feet?”
“Sure, but you have to get him dressed first. He can’t go like *that*,” Molly said, wrinkling her nose and sliding him all the parts of his tuxedo outfit.
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