This ended up being WAY too long for a comment, so I'll just put a relevant excerpt here, and then post the whole fic at my journal
ETA: OY! I KNEW there was a prompt for these two and 'gods' and that's what originally gave me the idea, but then I couldn't find it on the list last night (I must be blind), which is why I then sort of worked in some stuff about the end of time, but NOW I've found it. Oh bother. Sorry. I guess this is sort of for both.
“Have you ever believed in God?” Mohinder suddenly asked. Maybe it was the crisp morning air affecting him, or maybe it was the calming effects of the scotch. Mohinder had been brought up an atheist. Only recently, with nothing except Adam left to hold on to, had he found himself wondering. Mohinder considered these thoughts a sign of weakness and desperation, and had worked hard to suppress them. But this morning, he found himself needing to voice them.
“I believe in us,” Adam said with confidence after a minute.
“I wasn’t asking for relationship affirmation,” Mohinder snapped. He immediately felt embarrassed for having brought it up. However, in a way, it was exactly what he’d needed to hear. Somehow, Adam’s response had cured him, for the moment, of the hateful yearning for something more to believe in.
But Adam hadn’t yet let it go. Mohinder’s question, although resulting for one of them in a rejection of faith, had reminded Adam of his own. He clung to it, silently thanking Mohinder for giving him an opportunity to vocalize it to someone other than himself. “I’m not feeding you a line, love. The one man who can’t fall prey to this plague and the one man who can heal from any malady, together. That is no coincidence; that is destiny, Mohinder. We alone are capable of accomplishing anything in this new world. Who is god, if not us?”
“But what is there to accomplish?” Mohinder asked in a hollow voice, with hollow eyes.
“Just give it time. Everything will turn out fine. Trust me,” Adam urged, drawing comfort from his own words.
“What if there is nothing after this? What if this is the end of time?”
Adam shook his head and sipped his drink calmly. “It never is.”
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The End of Time
Date: 2009-02-23 03:50 pm (UTC)ETA: OY! I KNEW there was a prompt for these two and 'gods' and that's what originally gave me the idea, but then I couldn't find it on the list last night (I must be blind), which is why I then sort of worked in some stuff about the end of time, but NOW I've found it. Oh bother. Sorry. I guess this is sort of for both.
“Have you ever believed in God?” Mohinder suddenly asked. Maybe it was the crisp morning air affecting him, or maybe it was the calming effects of the scotch. Mohinder had been brought up an atheist. Only recently, with nothing except Adam left to hold on to, had he found himself wondering. Mohinder considered these thoughts a sign of weakness and desperation, and had worked hard to suppress them. But this morning, he found himself needing to voice them.
“I believe in us,” Adam said with confidence after a minute.
“I wasn’t asking for relationship affirmation,” Mohinder snapped. He immediately felt embarrassed for having brought it up. However, in a way, it was exactly what he’d needed to hear. Somehow, Adam’s response had cured him, for the moment, of the hateful yearning for something more to believe in.
But Adam hadn’t yet let it go. Mohinder’s question, although resulting for one of them in a rejection of faith, had reminded Adam of his own. He clung to it, silently thanking Mohinder for giving him an opportunity to vocalize it to someone other than himself. “I’m not feeding you a line, love. The one man who can’t fall prey to this plague and the one man who can heal from any malady, together. That is no coincidence; that is destiny, Mohinder. We alone are capable of accomplishing anything in this new world. Who is god, if not us?”
“But what is there to accomplish?” Mohinder asked in a hollow voice, with hollow eyes.
“Just give it time. Everything will turn out fine. Trust me,” Adam urged, drawing comfort from his own words.
“What if there is nothing after this? What if this is the end of time?”
Adam shook his head and sipped his drink calmly. “It never is.”