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Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.

2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.

3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.

4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.

5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...

6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.

7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.

8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.

9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.

10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.

12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?

13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?

14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.

15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.

16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it

17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.

18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?

19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?

20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?

21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...

22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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Isaac planned on walking them until sun down and then finding somewhere fairly run down they could squat in for the night.

"You know of me. We never met. Isaac Mendez. I used to be a comic artist. I hope you're not going to get weird about us having to share sleeping space, only I don't want to freeze during the night and you're all I have right now."

The comic artist. The lightbulb over his head immediately flashed bright and he glanced over at Isaac. Peter Petrelli had tried to introduce them. Once. It felt liked a very long time ago.

"I-- Well, I hardly care to freeze either." He decided to worry about their shelter instead. He wasn't use to walking and as they sky turned orange, Mohinder started to slow.

Isaac was staring at the road ahead, face fairly blank.

It was only when Mohinder slowed that he did as well, refocusing back on the now. "Sorry. Forget my stride's longer. Come on, lets find somewhere for the night. There's plenty of abandoned buildings, we can break into one."

He'd find his voice for dissent eventually but for the moment, Mohinder simply along with Isaac as they tried various run down buildings for ease of escape or a way to dislodge the sometimes thick and always graffiti'd wood covering broken windows. When one board slid aside, Mohinder nearly balked. His nose wrinkled. The smell was vaguely unpleasant. Obviously there were other squatters here, likely on higher floors.

But was this safer than the place they'd fled from? Absolutely.

Isaac didn't find it any better smelling, but given the choice, he was taking this. "We can take a lower floor, it's just for a few hours, get some sleep. Do you have any money you have access to, people you can contact you can trust?"

Mohinder's thoughts moved from Matt Parkman to the little girl he'd taken to the aiport. Was that recently? His moments were flooding together and slipping into something of a conglomeration. A good night's sleep should straighten them out but for now he nodded and then shook his head as they kicked through old newspapers to find a spot without any unwanted debris, or potentially, people, beneath.

"I have money overseas," he mentioned. "I could call my mother and have it wired." But that would require ID. Mohinder's head felt too heavy for this. "I don't know. There may be some items in my apartment. One of the elephant lamps has money in it."

"Your apartment is already under watch." Isaac honed in on a spot in a corner. Inside corner, cut the drafts and sounds. "They'll be expecting us to go to familiar places. Your apartment. My studio." He sat himself down in the corner, feeling the crash of adrenaline trying to catch up.

Hands in his pockets, Mohinder stood over Isaac with one knee bent and stared down a bin through a maze of long Doe-like lashes. It took him a moment to sit as well, facing the man he had never met and yet had heard so much about in contemplation. He couldn't trust his own mind but he felt compelled to trust Isaac. That was Mohinder's biggest problem-- He trusted too freely.

"Then I am out of ideas I'm afraid. We could leave the country?"

"Money. Passports. I painted you once. And stop being ridiculous, you're going to freeze like that." He opened an arm up. "Trust me, you spend enough time smashed on smack, you lose worries about inhibitions, you'll freeze if you don't come here."

"Statistically," he mentioned, feeling better when lecturing, "people leave and enter this country clandestinely half as much as they leave or enter legally for immigration." A glance at the man and Mohinder sighed before crawling over to curl up against his side. "You painted me?"

Precog.

"You could paint again. Give us clues."

"Statistically can kiss my ass. I don't know anything about smuggling through a border. Do you?" He shook his head.

"How do you think we escaped so easily? I've been working on this for a while." He wrapped an arm around the smaller man, using his height to try and keep them warm.

"Paint. Sure. With what? I don't want to really open up a vein to paint in blood on the wall. We can pick up a pen and sketchpad tomorrow."

There would likely be used or partially used spray paint laying around too if they were too hard up on money to spend. And homeless people always seemed to find cardboard and pens laying around. Mohinder pulled his hands through the sleeves of his t-shirt and tucked his elbows into his sides. Isaac was right at least. He was warm. And when Mohinder's nose got cold, he tucked that against the other man's shoulder. It would be a long night. "Tomorrow, then, we'll figure out what to do." Something, something secret, told him he might have been better off as a prisoner. He tried to ignore that though.

"I'll see if I can read anything useful in the future tomorrow," Isaac agreed. He was just grateful to be outside, not in his cell.

"I don't even know what the date is," he mused. "What year it is."

"It's...2006. 2007? I don't know," Mohinder mentions as he roosts a bit like a bird, snaking an arm around Isaac's waist for comfort. Well. However much comfort he can manage.

"Eh. Not too long then. I don't know how long I was dead."

Mohinder doesn't react right away and when he does, it's with a sigh. "Sylar," he says, the name not quite a prayer but certainly enough to make him shiver more than the cold does. "A-Am I dead too?"

"Sylar," Isaac whispered back. He still woke with nightmares of what Sylar had done to him. "I'm not dead, so I don't imagine you are. The Company has ways of making you better.

"If you're a valuable enough resource. Like able to see the future."

Right. The Company. The Company had Molly. Mohinder immediately stiffens beside Isaac. How could he forget? How did it take so long for the drugs in his body to finally dissipate enough for memories to come flooding back to him? "We have to go back. We have to get the rest out."

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I shall be back again come morning.

Sleep well!

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