Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite
Sep. 4th, 2011 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
"Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, etc
He's nervous, sitting in the car for almost half an hour.. The man on the phone had been the only one, so far, that would talk to him. Well, besides Nathan Petrelli's brother, of course. Not that the boy had anything to really go on. Zane Taylor might very well be the key that he needs to find so that his research makes sense again. So that he can carry on with his father's work.
Pulling up his jacket, though it's not really that cold at all in Virginia, Mohinder raps lightly on the door and waits. He can hear movement in there and it causes him to rock forward on his toes, teeth indenting the inside of his lower lip.
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, etc
He's nervous, sitting in the car for almost half an hour.. The man on the phone had been the only one, so far, that would talk to him. Well, besides Nathan Petrelli's brother, of course. Not that the boy had anything to really go on. Zane Taylor might very well be the key that he needs to find so that his research makes sense again. So that he can carry on with his father's work.
Pulling up his jacket, though it's not really that cold at all in Virginia, Mohinder raps lightly on the door and waits. He can hear movement in there and it causes him to rock forward on his toes, teeth indenting the inside of his lower lip.
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:08 am (UTC)He's still pristine. And when Zane joins him, he smiles effortlessly. He catches the look he's been given. The admiration. Mohinder's just a man. Of course he likes the attention.
"I suppose, if you don't mind, we could head to Montana first. I know, rather far. But there's a man there I think might be receptive."
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:15 am (UTC)It's an effort not to touch the ring under his shirt or fidget with his sleeves. He doesn't want to give Mohinder a reason to be suspicious of him, even if his reasons are mostly perfectly innocent. "That's fine. We can take turns driving. Maybe stop somewhere on the way."
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:24 am (UTC)He's got no idea what his father had been doing in the sixties, however. Chandra kept that all from him. From everyone, really. Five hours into the drive, it's getting and Mohinder's getting sore. He had driven all the way from New York City that morning.
"Oh, there's a rest stop. We can at least have a meal."
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:37 am (UTC)But he hasn't eaten since then and, as his Mohinder figured out some time ago, the more he does with his abilities, the more it messes with his metabolism, and he's done a lot today. Shapeshifting -- three times. Time travel. Melting things for Mohinder. Poking around in his thoughts idly, if only because it's force of habit. And so on and so forth.
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:42 am (UTC)Zane's watching and Mohinder ducks his head sheepishly. "Vegetarian," he explains, as he had to Sylar ages ago. "It's part of my religion. You never want to accidentally eat a relative!"
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Date: 2011-09-05 02:48 am (UTC)Among other things, though he didn't have much of a choice, what with the whole world ending. The first thing he'd done after leaving the Indian's loft after jumping back in time was to get a hotdog off of one of the carts that line the streets near Central Park. Mohinder's a good cook, but nothing he made with the plants he grew could ever compare to a New York footlong with everything on it.
"Which, speaking of, this doesn't bother you, does it?" He gestures to his own burger. He already knows what Mohinder's answer will be, but he wants to seem polite enough.
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:01 am (UTC)The latter of which is something Sylar can certainly relate to. Life with Virginia had been a culture in and of it's own.
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:10 am (UTC)Perhaps he just needs to formally grieve. He's still running from it himself.
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:13 am (UTC)"It's been a little more than two years, now."
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:21 am (UTC)The promise of a hotel half a mile ahead, one of the chains that appear every few miles along the highway looms in the distance with bright lights guiding weary travelers to it, was taken up immediately.
They got separate rooms and Mohinder bids Zane a good night.
He does notice those lingering looks and in his own room, he's really rather pleased by them. Everyone likes being checked out!
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:32 am (UTC)It's well before dawn when he wakes, and he goes back to it, half-tempted to check in on the Indian's dreams out of force of habit or to try and change them, to feed him little bits of their time together in hopes that it'll bring them closer together somehow here. He decides on the former, just watching, not actually inserting himself into Mohinder's dreamscape for fear of ruining something or giving himself away.
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:41 am (UTC)He wakes with his alarm, not all that longer after Sylar, and meets the man for breakfast. Waffles. It will eventually be a little ritual that they'll have over, as Sylar remembers it at least, the four days that this little road trip occurs.
Mohinder lets Zane take over the course by lunch, though he doesn't really nap. The conversation is good and Mohinder rather enjoys the company. They get on well. Despite the band t-shirts, they're actually intellectual equals. It's refreshing.
"Let me drive for a bit. You must be exhausted. We can stop for the night soon. We're nearly there."
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Date: 2011-09-05 03:55 am (UTC)There may not be a lot of motels around Bozeman when they finally reach it, but he finds one easily enough. Mostly because he's been here before -- it's the same one they stayed at last time they came to see Dale. He pulls into a parking space, kills the engine and turns to look at him for lack of anything better to do. He supposes he should be getting out of the car and collecting their things so they can head inside and see about a room for the night, but well. He'll get there in a minute.
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Date: 2011-09-05 09:13 am (UTC)He's not yet gone deep enough into sleep to dream, but his thoughts are all over the place, jumping around between Zane and Dale and his father and adventure.
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Date: 2011-09-05 09:08 pm (UTC)He sinks back into his seat, looking like a kicked puppy. Even if he manages to win Mohinder over here, he'll never really be able to know him, not like his version of the Indian did. Even if he lies and lets him 'figure out' that he's an empath so that he can use all of his abilities, even if he keeps slipping in little pieces of the truth as he did before, the first time they did this, he'll still have to pretend to be Zane forever. It's not fair and it's all Nathan's fault.
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Date: 2011-09-05 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-05 10:34 pm (UTC)Last time, Mohinder went to the trouble of drugging and torturing him, hellbent on revenge. Then again, though, last time he also made the Indian an unwitting accomplice in the murder of Dale and killed Zane to do it. This time, he doesn't plan on killing anyone. That might count for something, if Mohinder figures him out or when he tells him.
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