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Who: Gabriel and Mohinder (Original)
When: After Sylar let Mohinder live. It was a big deal.
What: Putting off the wedding thing isn't good for anyone.

No one was dead. No one. Not a single person. The Sylar that had proven that he was invincible and more powerful than any other creature in the universe had dropped by to say hello, roll his eyes, flex his telekinetic muscles, and then didn't kill anyone. That was more miracle than Mohinder was really willing to let himself believe in, but it had happened and was on the security footage. Jack made them all watch it twice. Probably for punishment. And also to keep any of the Gabriels or former Gabriels from getting any big ideas about relatiation.

Four days passed from their near death experience. Mitchell and Henry had been brought back home, one traumatized inwardly and the other locked away. Most of Norfinbury had been tucked away. Some where put where they could be forgotten about. Some were given class-A amnesiacs and put back into society in this particular port in the space-time Storm. It would take many weeks and months to find places for the rest of them though Fred and Kaylee were working tirelessly to do just that.

Gabriel's clone was one of the only casualties from that world to have been sent off to try his hand at living a life with too many memories of loves lost and powers had to try and find love again. And now that he was gone and Mohinder could stop the guilt he felt being around him, he thought he would broach the subject of the wedding.

He brought Gabriel a glass of red wine as if they were Sasan-level classy and joined in on the couch just recently vacated by the double of the person sitting with him. He brought him a binder that he and Sasan had been putting together too, a sort of idea book.

"Sasan says that people still do this without Pintrest," Mohinder said. "And I would like to trade up to a wedding band."

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Having the other Gabriel here had been a drain on both of them. The tension was like a piano string, and Gabriel hadn't felt safe going home. If he talked to his other self too much, would he try to fix it somehow? Would Mohinder? Would they suddenly decide he wasn't leaving and Gabriel would have to try and be okay with that?

Thankfully none of that happened, and Gabriel would now selfishly enjoy forgetting his clone ever existed. So while he was usually pretty happy to get into wedding-type things, this particular time? He was practically ecstatic about it.

"We'd better do it before anything else happens. I like planning, but living at a spacetime nexus is hell on that." He smiled down at the binder, then leaned in toward Mohinder, murmuring in his ear. His wine glass conveniently floated over to the coffee table to he could curl around his fiancé. "We could go to the courthouse right now. Well-" He rolled his eyes, having to concede that it was dark outside and the office would most certainly not be open. "Tomorrow, bright and early. I wanna be married already."

Though normally he might try to snatch the glass just to see if he could get it, Mohinder wrapped thin arms around Gabriel's neck. They'd been through a lot, the two of the. Mohinder had been there every step of the way for Gabriel's rehabilitation. He'd forgiven a great deal and in return, he'd never been more loved or protected or appreciated in his life. They saved each other, he liked to say, fondly, to anyone that would listen. And inside of his own head.

"You mean...just us?" Would that fly? Did it matter? Who needed to be at their wedding besides the two of them and a person that could write on a piece of paper? "No. Gabriel, impossible. Neither of us has citizenship in this country." He just wanted to remind his fiancé of that before they dashed off to city hall and returned to find their house in tatters from a raging Sasan Afar.

Mohinder let his lips graze stubble. He never minded it when they cuddled. It was proof that Gabriel was doing the right thing because he was focused on that instead of being clean shaven.

"We could go to New York and marry. I've always wanted to be a green card statistic. I fear I may become a death by self imposed groom's maid statistic if we do, however."

He'd been here long enough that he'd entirely forgotten that all his IDs were fake. As Mohinder pointed out the issue, he couldn't hold back the chuckle. And- yeah, well. Sasan wouldn't be pleased, but Gabriel figured that was a little less important. "We can't get married legally here, anyway. How about we go and do it? We could right now, and then have a party with a little ceremony back here. Sasan can be the officiant, if he really needs to live vicariously through our wedding."

They'd talked about it, they'd made plans, but never had it felt more concrete than now. "The courthouse would be open in New York now, you know," he said, turning to catch Mohinder's lips for a brief kiss. They never did anything routinely- why should this be any different? The only thing he wasn't sure of... Gabriel looked up, pulling back a couple inches to get a good look at Mohinder's expression. "Would that work for you?"

Because if Mohinder really had his heart set on doing this a certain way, Gabriel was sure not going to push him in another direction. They'd been through so much- he wanted this to be as good for Mohinder as he could make it.

Lath ought Mohinder's mind was often running nonstop through whatever pitfalls he was about to put himself through, right now, all he wanted to do was kiss Gabriel and forget about everything else. That was just going to have to wait thought because, impatient as ever, Gabriel did not want to wait for anything. And though they often came up on the same page, Mohinder would never deny him this.

"I know you've learned Hindi and we have visited India many times, but I do not think you understand how detailed and involved an Indian wedding ceremony is. Nor do I wish to have a conversation with my mother as to who will act as the bride. All I wish in life is to be yours. And as I mentioned, I would very much like a gold band prove that fact."

There was no other reason to get married. Gabriel might still have a few issues about living in sin but there was no citizenship or medical insurance reason to marry, no legal issue that would be easier to face as a pair. Marriage, for them, was a symbol. Gabriel found more comfort in symbolism than he ever would.

And so Mohinder leaned away to pick up the wrist strap that had been thrown on the table and held it back out to Gabriel.

"I require half an hour to prepare myself. I'd rather not get married smelling of blood samples and whatever it is that Sherlock is experimenting on now."

Mohinder would be treated to one of Gabriel's best and brightest smiles. It wasn't often that he didn't seem weighed down by the part of him that was constantly finding new angles and pushing him to do harm- but right now, he seemed as ecstatic as a little boy on Christmas.

Nervousness was never something he understood. He took the wrist strap and threw his arms around Mohinder with a happy laugh. "He hasn't gotten through all the lab materials yet? Of course. A half hour. I've got to shave and put on my best, too, you know." As much as he loved the feeling of Mohinder kissing his stubbly chin, he was not getting married looking scruffy.

Although when he'd first fallen for Mohinder, back when they'd been traveling up from Mexico, he'd been pretty scruffy then, hadn't he? It'd been not too long since they'd saved each others' lives for the first time. And ever since then- well, Gabriel felt that Mohinder had never stopped saving him.

He realized he'd been staring at the man for far too long and grinned, pulling both himself and his love up off the couch and to a standing position. "Okay, okay. If we get lost in each other's eyes for too long, we'll miss our window. And if there is any part of the Indian ceremony you want, we can do it anytime. I'll prove I'm yours all my life and in every language, just so I'm sure you know."

Whenever Gabriel really got going, he could be sappier than Jimmy Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life. It was a part of himself that he actually loved bringing out, especially for his soon-to-be-husband. Mohinder might have to have him tone it down, eventually. But for now, Gabriel skipped off to go clean himself up, careful to leave Mohinder the room he needed to do the same.

Gabriel didn't really have a whole lot to choose from, clothing wise, since he tended to go for blacks and he had a few items that were duplicates. Mohinder looked at his fiancé's closet but ultimately decided not to pick something out for him. Even if it was a bit of a cultural norm for him. He gave up a good deal of himself when he followed his father's ways instead of his mother's. It didn't bother him then and he wouldn't let nostalgia bother him now either. With Gabriel in the guest bathroom, Mohinder washed himself in their shower carefully but without wasting time. He didn't bother with his hair, that could take hours to put right. He shaves and set his glasses aside for contacts before he chose a gray suit and a burnt orange shirt to wear.

Black and white was a western invention for marriage clothes. Mohinder would stick with jewel tones, thank you.

He was left waiting for his fiancé to finish preparing himself because Gabriel was far more vain than he would ever be. He thought about writing a note but they wouldn't be gone for much too long. And their mobile phones were working just fine.

Half an hour turned to quarter to and Mohinder hummed to himself as he heart Gabriel clatter to get ready. At least the had the vortex manipulator. If it decided to work properly they could likely set the time ahead a bit and get their license without much trouble.

It wasn't until he started putting all his various products away that he realized he'd probably made Mohinder wait. When he reappeared in their bedroom, looking sharp in a dark grey suit and tie and an actual white dress shirt, the look on his face was mildly embarrassed. "I forgot- you hardly have to do anything to look perfect," he noted, openly staring at him with a smile.

He had opted to leave a note, since vortex manipulators were not the most reliable of things. Hopefully no one would ever see it, sitting on their kitchen counter- but if they ended up detouring in prehistoric times again, it'd let worried Torchwood agents know why.

He grumbled half-heartedly about the wrist strap 'ruining his lines'- he could be worse than Sasan on occasion- and pulled Mohinder close for the trip. Unfortunately, the romance of the occasion didn't help with vortex sickness, and he found himself clinging to a wall for support afterwards, trying not to throw up. But they had made it to a nice sunny day in Lower Manhattan, just a couple blocks from the Marriage Bureau.

Mohinder had it worse than Gabriel, hunched over and hands on his knees as waves of nausea passed over them. No one on the street seemed to notice, human beings were incredibly good at not noticing anything they didn't want to and a pair of guys trying not to puke at the mouth of an alley who hadn't been there a minute before was just an example of those things.

Mohinder sucked it all in before he wobbled back to a standing position and pulled down on his suit. "You complained about lines," the Indian said as if he had had this conversation before (and he had), "so you should transfer it to your ankle. Problem solved."

Not that it mattered. They were going to sign a license and they were going to say a few words with an appointed judge or marriage officiant. And they were going to exchange the bands that they had picked up while they were in Egypt-- There wouldn't be cameras or doves to release on cue. If there was a bit of bulk on Gabriel's wrist, it wouldn't matter in the slightest to Mohinder.

Today was just perfect. No matter what else happened. And so he offered his hand to Gabriel for the last few steps they would make as single men.

Gabriel had gotten used to people not paying attention and so didn't even look around as he tried to steady himself. It didn't take long before he was standing upright again, brushing dust off himself and his fiancé.

"Nah," he replied to Mohinder's solution, smiling the whole time. "I don't want to have to sit cross-legged just to get us back home. People will just have to wonder what the mysterious lump on my arm is." Evidently, it wasn't bothering him too much today, either. Fancy that.

He took Mohinder's hand when offered, fingers weaving together comfortably, and they stared on their way. The walk was very pleasant. And even if they weren't having doves or hordes of people to celebrate with them, the architecture of these old buildings did give the whole thing a more grandiose feeling. Signs pointed them through a courtyard and to a set of large doors, and the inside was just as nice- a long marble hallway with gold trimming. A few others lined up, clearly dressed for the same sort of occasion, some with close family members training cameras at them. Love was just in the atmosphere here.

So of course Gabriel ruined it, as soon as they sat on the padded bench to wait. "You wanna guess how many of these will end in divorce?" he murmured quietly into Mohinder's ear, eyes sparkling with mischief. Statistically, the odds weren't looking good for about half the couples here.

Not that it was a problem for themselves. They'd been through so much that they would've known ages ago if it wasn't going to work. Mohinder had forgiven him far beyond what Gabriel could've possibly imagined- there was no way the man was getting rid of him now. Or ever.

"Gabriel," Mohinder said in his mocked, shocked voice. He couldn't help but laugh under his breath though, fingers twitching in his fiance's because this was real and this was happening and they just needed their turn to be called. As grand as the hall was, as full as it was of nervous people who decided not to spend their life saving on insanely lavish weddings, all Mohinder had eyes for was Gabriel.

After all this time, one would expect a crack in even the surface of their love, but that wasn't true at all and that was miraculous.

"Mr. Gabriel Gray and Mr. Mohinder Suresh? Do you have all of your documents?" A voice called them to the window to get all of the pesky paper work out of the way. Luckily, Mohinder had been proactive. While Gabriel primped, Mohinder had made sure that everything from their old lives were in order. His visa, kept up to date thanks to Jack, Gabriel's social security card-- It was all there. The clerk barely looked up, but did smile. She must have seen thousands of couples come by for a wedding in her time. "Do you have a preference in minister?

"I'll do it," a voice came from behind them, a little out of breath from the mad dash down the hall with a few choice people in tow. He pulled out what amounted to psychic paper, the sort that all of the time agents used to show credentials that fit with whatever the holder was saying and the observer was expecting and the woman copied down the name Jack Harkness on the officiant section of the form. Jack signed his name between the two startled men and then handed the pen to Gabriel. "Ready?"

Gabriel's somewhat hidden smile turned into a full-on grin when he saw Jack run onto the scene. "How -?" he asked, as he took the pen from the man. "I don't think I've ever been more ready."

The clerk gave them all a polite smile and gestured to their right. "There should be an open Matrimony Room down that way. You'll have up to a half hour, if you want it. Make sure you flip the sign on the door so you won't be interrupted."

She clearly didn't want them to take the time to do this in front of her desk, and that was fine. Gabriel thanked her and tugged Mohinder hand-in-hand to one of these rooms she was talking about. Finding an open one was easy and the interior held a podium, warm peach walls, and a couple of large windows. It was nicer than he expected. And more private.

Gabriel tried to take both of Mohinder's hands in his own, but one was still holding a pen. With a glance over to the form, he chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss Mohinder on the cheek. "Let's sign this thing." They could do any of the other symbolic stuff after that. And then Gabriel would have his hands free to hug Mohinder for approximately forever.

It wasn't that he wasn't curious about Jack's sudden appearance. He'd probably ask more seriously later how he knew to be here. But for once, Jack's fantastical self was taking a full backseat to everything else that was happening now.

Jack couldn't take the credit this time. Not at all. Sasan had popped over the night before to check on Mohinder and had seen the note. That sent the man into a tizzy, which sent his boyfriends into spiraling attempt to calm him down followed by Fred seeing said attempt and Sherlock just making the obvious point. They were time travelers. They could manage a little drop in to New York.

Which went all the way back to Jack who had to get them out of the Hub and back to New York at precisely the right time not to kiss the marriage.

It was all very tricky stuff, considering they were now currently a day in their past and would have to stay on here lest they come into contact with their own timelines. That always went so poorly.

Jack had the whole group sit in the beautifully provided seating and motioned for Lucas to set the occupany sign before he took to the pulpit.

"I've presided over nearly a thousand weddings but it never gets old." Jack looked out between Gabriel and Mohinder at the Jims and Sasan, at Lucas and Fred and Henry, Sherlock and John, at the Alpha Jack and his young family... And at the people that couldn't be here like JC and Mitchell and some of the people from Norfinbury that would be staying on with them... And even Luke and Ianto, long dead and gone from their circle.

And then he looked at Gabriel and Mohinder, who only seemed to have eyes for each other. And that was how it should be.

"There's no reason to say any words. But as they sign their certificate I want everyone here to just feel the love of the impossible. Because nothing, nothing, is ever truly impossible. Most of us here are living proof of that. So let's make it finally official guys!"

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Gabriel blinked as he finally realized the amount of people that had come with Jack. He'd seen Lucas behind him, but not practically half of Torchwood. Sasan was half-glaring, but he couldn't keep it up with the marriage being imminent, so it seemed more like the pout of a five-year-old. Between that, and the goofy grin of Lucas, the way the Jims were already working on differentiating themselves and Henry was trying to hide behind his camera already.

But as Jack started talking, Gabriel's attention snapped right back to Mohinder. His soon-to-be husband could easily see the tears that stung at Gabriel's eyes as their boss and minister talked about making it official. It felt real, and it was hard to believe that this was actually happening. Out of so many things in his life that were washed out or full-out lies, nothing with Mohinder felt that way.

As their new small crowd cheered behind them, Gabriel signed his name on the dotted line and handed the pen over to Mohinder. "I never thought I could have this," he murmured quietly, only for Mohinder (and perhaps Jack) to hear. "You really have given me the impossible."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Mohinder smiled, warm and soft and bright eyed as he reached for the pen to sign his name. He used the romanization, though a nagging part of his mind told him to write in Arabic, and set the pen down. It didn't matter that Jack was asking if anyone had any objections (despite it being much too late) or joking over their heads about which one should be the bride, because Mohinder was already in Gabriel's arms.

"Too late," John called, sending a soft laugh through those gathered before the cheering interrupted. Mohinder had no idea what was going on around them.

His world was Gabriel's. And Ganriel's was his. It was as it should be.

"Oh my gosh you two, break it up," Jack said with a laugh and pushed a ring box into each of their hands. "Signatures are great but you should have some bling to go with it!" It was the most unorthodox of weddings.

Ti glanced over at Sasan and lightly took his hand. "Stop pouting."

"You'll throw the best after party," Jim agreed.

It was hard for Sasan to stay mad when he was surrounded by Jim and Ti and watching this utterly unorganized and raw display of love. He rubbed one eye with his free hand, then reached for Jim with it. He gently squeezed them both, and hoped neither would mention his sniffling.

The other-universe Gabriel watched from the back with his own bondmate and their daughter. He kept turning his attention to Izzy, but she was surprisingly quiet, seemingly happy to have both of them right there and not moving. When he looked up towards the podium, his gaze was fond, and only slightly wistful. He leaned his shoulder against Jack's and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek. It seems both versions of him had found their happiness.

Gabriel laughed when Jack brought up 'bling', finally looking away from Mohinder's face. He took one box and opened it carefully, and once he had Mohinder's ring, he looked out on the crowd and gestured for them to quiet down. He was going to say something.

"Mohinder, you have saved my life more times than I can count. And- not only that, you taught me how to truly live. How to be something better than what I'd resigned myself to. And that there was a place for me on this world, somewhere and someone I belonged with. Now that I've found it, I'm never, ever going to leave it." Damn, he was tearing up again. He tried to blink away the tears as he gently rose Mohinder's left hand, readying the ring. "You've saved my heart and my soul. I hope I can give you even a fraction of what you've already given me." And with that, he slipped the ring on.

Most of the people gathered had likely never seen this side of Gabriel. He always through out a tough guy persona to everyone except perhaps Jack. Mohinder, however, had seen him at his worst and even despite his initial better judgement (which was always questionable when it came to Mohinder), he'd offered him the helping hand he needed to get his life back on track.

The weight of the ring on his finger, so different from the engagement ring, left Mohinder's eyes liquid and about to overflow. He'd heard Gabriel tell him these things before, when they were lying naked and sweaty against Crimson sheets, when they were about to be killed, or after a nice brunch on their day off. They always moved Mohinder, but never quite like this.

This was breathtaking.

And Mohinder had some words to say back, though the initial five minutes, a long time to listen to vows that ought to last one fifth that, happened to be a lecture about the electrical and chemical impulses that categorized the feeling of love.

It was enough to put most people to sleep, even little Ginny in her mother's arms.

"I suppose, in conclusion, it's simply improbable that I find you and that this is how far we've come. I've met many versions of us, but our love, yours and mine and only ours, is unique in the universe." Mohinder was pretty sure that Sasan was wailing right now, which made him grin a little wickedly and finish his vows in Hindi. Whatever it was he said, likely, only Jack and Sherlock had any idea. And they weren't talking.

(( Hooray, my brain finally works again! I'm back now. ))

Everyone else might have started dozing off, but Gabriel always, always loved Mohinder's lectures, and this one was possibly his best. He was clearly enraptured by the entire discussion. It was only when he heard Mohinder say 'in conclusion' that he realized his now-husband had been talking for quite awhile. His lips quirked into a slight smirk- leave it to Mohinder to give his vows that way. It was perfect.

He couldn't help himself. After Mohinder finished his vows in Hindi, he leaned forward for another kiss, soft and sweet but clearly wanting to be longer than it was. Mohinder was right- this was something just for them, and it would always be that way.

Sasan was, in fact, the one that was loudly crying in the background. All the emotion was just too much for him, although he rationalized it as someone needing to make some noise here. He was somewhat drowned out by the others clapping as Mohinder was kissed again. Gabriel was at the point where he'd actually lost his words- another unusual treat for everyone in the room. He grinned at Mohinder and squeezed his hand, wondering if he could just never let go.

"Kiss him again!" called the Gabriel from the back, an amused tone in his voice, and that was something the new husband would easily oblige. This kiss was clearly going to last until they were pulled off of each other.

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