Facility Redux - Week 1 - New York City Apocolypse

[splice_of_life]

Continuation of the Heroes cast from a_facility before the switch from LJ to DW.

Mohinder doesn't remember falling asleep. He doesn't remember the transition between tucking Molly in for the evening and trying to cater to Sylar as well so that he didn't feel left out or making sure that Elle was all right and safe. He groans as he pushes himself up from what is obviously asphalt and blinks.

Asphalt. Here. Why?

The smell of smoke, of burning sky and broken concrete fills Mohinder's lungs as he gets slowly to his feet. This is not like a normal test. F3s have never been like this before, switching from one setting to another. And this is...familiar. Sort of. He gazes upwards as paper falls from blasted out windows of office buildings.

This is New York. New York City. New York as it would have been a year ago if Peter had not been whisked into the sky by his brother.

Did that mean that he was home? And if so...what sort of home had he returned to?

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He was already half out the window before Sylar could finish his text. Gun fire? Absolutely. Who wouldn't fire at a creepy man suddenly crawling down the wall! There. He was a hero. They'd love him again for it, surely.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Oh, great. Mohinder just... took care of them all on his own. And demonstrated how easily he could kill her if she upset him again. Which she would. She was Elle.

She gaped at Mohinder, looking vaguely horrified, and then turned to Sylar.

And to make it even better, Elle was now starting to wonder if she was the useless one in the bunch. Before, it had been Mohinder. She had liked that, damn it.