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 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 10:34 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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Date: 2011-09-05 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-05 10:55 pm (UTC)He shifts to get out of the car and nods towards the office across the parking lot. "Just stay here for a couple of minutes. I'll be back with our room keys."
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Date: 2011-09-05 10:59 pm (UTC)He waits in the warm car, trying to shake the unease from his not quite dreams until Zane returns. A nice hot bath and a bed will be nice.
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Date: 2011-09-05 11:39 pm (UTC)There's another message on Dale's machine at his auto shop and then Mohinder climbs behind the wheel, smiling at Zane. "Breakfast first then? He ought to be at work by eleven or so. We can catch him there."
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:23 am (UTC)No. That's not fair about Eden. She had been instrumental at unlocking the algorithm to his father's research and... And, she's dead now, isn't she?
They find Dale together, but she's not whom Mohinder is expecting. Her power, however, is wonderful. A curse and a blessing.
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:31 am (UTC)He tenses and heads back out to the car to wait, but he listens to their every word, worried somehow, that Dale sees him for what he really is somehow, despite his genuinely innocent intentions. Surprisingly, the mechanic's conversation with Mohinder turns out to be equally innocent -- or so it seems from the woman's initial question.
"Your friend alright?"
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