Nuts.

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I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words. Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:

Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:

I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.

<3,
Me.

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[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

erm. Peter, Mohinder, strawberries.

(*looks at prompt* WTF, brain?)

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*stares* REALLY? Okay, give me a minute.

[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

... my brain is tired today, it thinks strange things.

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Many years down the line, when Peter has his powers under control and he stops feeling responsible for everyone and everything, he will be ready to settle down. At least this is what Mohinder tells himself. He knows why Peter is obsessed with saving the world, why he thinks everything is his fault, but it's not. He tells Peter this as much as possible, but Peter never seems to listen, so until the day he does figure it out Mohinder will have to be patient. So, he sits across from Peter at breakfast, and watches Peter cut up strawberries for his pancakes, and he waits.

[rhea-carlysse.livejournal.com]

awwwwwwww, this was lovely *licks drabble*

(fanon!Peter always eats pancakes *ponders on the fact*)