Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite
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"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: 2011-09-08 01:53 am (UTC)He settles back on the bed, sighing. "He didn't care about me. He made me think he did -- so much so that I ... " He pauses, searching for a word for it. Before meeting the last Mohinder, he would have said he loved him, but after, he's not sure that's the right word for it anymore. According to that Mohinder, after all, there are different types of love, and he certainly didn't love Chandra in the same way he loves Mohinder. He makes a face, and finally a good way of putting it comes to him.
"I looked up to him. He was like -- like a father to me, I guess. And then the second he thought maybe I wasn't his Patient Zero after all, he threw me out." Another pause. "I killed Brian Davis for him, for his telekinesis because I wanted to impress him. Because I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't enough for him, though. I guess nothing ever was."
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Date: 2011-09-08 02:03 am (UTC)Mohinder's picturing Sylar as the scared man who covers his furniture in plastic, who, at thirty something, has a single bed, who puts his books in glass cases. He's imagining how scared he was to lose the affection of a man that Mohinder's done terrible things for as well for attention.
Not quite murder, but-- But he understands.
He swallows. "Accidents?"
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Date: 2011-09-08 02:09 am (UTC)He's too lost in old memories to bother reading Mohinder's mind to see if that's what he was actually asking. He touches his fingers to his chest absently, where Mohinder's ring is safely hidden away.
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Date: 2011-09-08 02:22 am (UTC)Sylar killed his father out of heartbreak. And then attached himself to his son for...what?
"What's the point of me?'
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Date: 2011-09-08 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-08 02:36 am (UTC)Mohinder's spoken of fate not long before, but that was when he was being kissed by shy, outwardly one hundred percent straight and really very attractive Zane Taylor. Not his father's killer.
"Telekinesis. Metalurgy...what else can you do? Have you taken my memories?"
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Date: 2011-09-08 02:43 am (UTC)He trails off, shaking his head, and huffs out another sigh. As much as he has no desire to tell the story again, he's going to have to and he's going to have to start at the beginning, or nothing he says is going to make the least bit of sense. Wonderful.
He drops his hand away from his chest, his skin running riot as it shifts to push Mohinder's ring on its chain out from under it. He lifts it up, once his flesh settles, letting the Indian see what it is, and then curls his fingers around it protectively, lest he try to take it from him as the last Mohinder did. "I'm from a few years into your future. You knew who I was, what I was, and we were together."
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Date: 2011-09-08 03:00 am (UTC)He knew where to touch. How to kiss. How to compliment. All spot all. All perfectly.
A mad man and a murderer is with him in his future.
"Were? What happened to me then?"
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Date: 2011-09-08 03:07 am (UTC)"I tried going back to right before it happened, but I screwed it up. I ended up going back about a year rather than a few hours." And by then and even without his influence, things had already changed. His younger self never showed up to keep Mohinder from using the formula. And so on and so forth.
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Date: 2011-09-08 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-08 09:14 am (UTC)A few years ago, he would have killed him for that, like, he killed Chandra, but not anymore. People really do change.
"And honestly, I don't know. I want you -- us, but I think I screwed that up by telling you the truth. It's why I waited so long." He offers him another thin smile, still not looking at him. "But I didn't want us to sleep together and then tell you and hurt you more. I just ... I don't know."
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Date: 2011-09-08 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-08 07:22 pm (UTC)The plants had shown him that much -- him outing Gabriella to Parkman, getting him to arm himself, the cop wanting to make a stand. Mohinder betrayed him because he couldn't give him the benefit of the doubt and trust him, and barring that one incident when he'd first arrived, he'd done nothing to make the Indian question him. He saved his life, he didn't kill anyone Mohinder didn't ask him to, he even left his best friend's girlfriend with her powers intact. He did nothing wrong and Mohinder --
He takes a deep breath, killing that train of thought abruptly, lest he get any angrier and take it out on this Mohinder, and lets it out a heavy sigh. He deflates as he exhales, looking away again. "He broke my heart, just like your father. Seems like you have a knack for that. And rather than doing anything about it, I let him walk away. He was happier without me, apparently. I didn't have the heart to take that away from him."
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Date: 2011-09-09 12:40 am (UTC)There is the smell of ozone a moment later and a very touselled looking Peter Petrelli hits the bed and tumbles off.
"P-Peter?"
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Date: 2011-09-09 12:47 am (UTC)"Peter?" Has this Peter seen his face yet? He can't remember, but he doesn't think so. He still had that ridiculous hat when they met at Union Wells, after all.
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:01 am (UTC)He glances at the door and it opens. His eyes narrow at Mohinder.
"You should leave now."
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:05 am (UTC)He turns back to Peter. "How long has it been?"
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-09 01:14 am (UTC)He throws another glance back at Mohinder when he finishes, still able to feel his presence, and brushes his mind against his. Mohinder, go. Please.
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:19 am (UTC)Well, being Zane at the moment.
Peter scratches through his hair and sighs. "You're also sort of ruining a lot of stuff too. Time's there for a reason. You're crashing through it, affecting everything. I've seen some crazy stuff lately!"
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-09 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-09 01:32 am (UTC)" ... why?"
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:37 am (UTC)He stopped trying to save them some time ago.
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:47 am (UTC)He doesn't want to keep killing countless alternate versions of the Indian, but he has to find him. The thought of it, of being happy again, is the only thing keeping him from finding a nice stretch of train tracks and laying his head down on it or teleporting himself to the bottom of the ocean along with his previous selves. He's obsessed and broken, madder now than he was when he started killing, albeit in different ways, and he doesn't realize it.
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