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starsthatshineName: The Essential
Rating: PG
Pairings: Peter/Elle (friendship but you can look at it like subtext), a pinch of Sylar/Mohinder/Matt subtext (with emphasis on the latter part of the trio because I had to cut a scene in the end), and some Peter/Nathan subtext (but can be seen as "gen" as well). This fic isn't really a shippy one. Sort of. I'm just playing around with the toys that S2 has given me.
Summary: In the aftermath of Powerless, everything changes. Fundamentally.
Notes: As mentioned before, not your average shippy fic but I can add a Mylar scene as a sort of extra little something-something, if you want to, that I had to cut because after that the fic span out of control and had life of its own. Leave comments if you're interested in that extra part (because one can never have too many Mylar confrontations ^^). Also, excuse the title.
Spoilers: 2x11 Powerless
Peter watched as his brother fell to the floor. Falling against him like a deck of cards. He merely watched and didn't react, until he saw the blood. Hadn't reacted before he realized, before his brain had convinced his heart that he wasn't dreaming.
Silently he cursed his ignorance, clutching to his brother like it was the only way he knew how to breathe. He should've realized sooner... He...
He hadn't seen him for so long and now when they were finally together, Nathan was being ripped from his hold and he could do nothing but watch. Nothing he could do. He had no blood that could heal, no way of restoring his brother to the shape he deserved. How he wished their places had been switched, how he wished it was he who could fly and Nathan could heal.
As the paramedics came and just before he got into the ambulance, Peter bent down and whispered in Nathan's ear that if he ever left, he would never forgive him.
What he really intended to say was that he loved him, but the words got mixed up along the way. If he did leave, Peter knew it was probably the worst thing he could ever say, just because it could be the last thing he would ever said to his brother. And it would've lies.
Peter always forgave Nathan, that was how it was.
*******
Mohinder stood in his apartment, his suitcase flung open and his clothes scattered within in no particular order or logic. He wanted to stay with Molly and Matt but he also knew what a monster Sylar was, and now he was free, and he needed to be stopped. It seemed that for every second that passed, that voice grew stronger and firmer as if to call out troops to war. When he had been little, Mohinder had been a child of forgiveness and understanding, but now it seemed as if those parts of his personality had been completely demolished.
The more he saw of the world and its evil, the less understanding he became. How so many things came down to the choice of will and yet there were always those that chose wrong.
He sighed, lowering his head, trying to make sense of his thoughts, as the door opened and Matt came through the door. The policeman surveyed the scientist carefully, composing himself and chose his words with care.
"Where are you off to then?" His voice was supposed to sound light and easy but instead it sounded heavy and strained. How he hated being the woman in this relationship.
It was a switch flipped inside Mohinder's mind and suddenly he was certain. "I can't stay here. Not while he's out there."
"Don't you think you're jumping a little to conclusions?"
Before he could continue being sensible, Mohinder cut him off, glaring at him as if he just suggested that Sylar would be an excellent babysitter for Molly.
"Ju- Jumping to conclusions?! He ran off with the cure! He's not infected any more and he could be out there - murdering people! - and you think I'm jumping to conclusions? Someone has to stop him!" He resumed packing, filled with conviction.
"And you think you're the guy that's going to stop him?" Matt wasn't even going to honour the insanity with his thoughts on the matter. Sometimes Mohinder's stupidity stunned him.
But sedatives only work for a short while. "What about Molly? Huh? Did you think about her? She adores you, Mohinder, and now you're just going to leave her to hunt down the person who killed her parents. No, you know... Forget about Molly, what about me? I... I can't raise Molly by myself. I can barely keep a pet and what you're asking me to do... I can't do it by myself."
Every time he admitted he couldn't do something, when he came to face that gruesome reality, a little bit of his heart darkened and something inside him seemed to burn.
"I can't just let Sylar go either. Not after everything he's done."
Matt looked at Mohinder as he said it, and then it dawned on him, hit him in the face like a punch as he gazed into Mohinder's eyes and saw that burning, that dark flame that consumed him. Sylar was an obsession, a parasite gnawing at his soul and he would never have peace of mind if he laid it to rest.
"Fine. Go. But don't come waltzing back expecting open arms. We - Molly - can't just put her life on hold until you decide to come back. I can't raise her always keeping one eye at the door expecting you to come back. You need to make a decision. Are you in or are you out?"
Mohinder, holding one of his few pink shirts, hesitated, letting the flannel fabric hover over the suitcase. Then something resembling true regret came over his face.
"I have to."
Matt nodded, his lips nothing but a thin line. "I get it. I do. I get it." Then, without a word, he turned around and slammed the door behind him.
He did get it. That was the problem.
*********
She came lingering out of nowhere. At first, she was lurking behind a corner, just out of sight, watching his fame as he watched over his brother. Of course, he couldn't see him since he was still in surgery, being operated on... The verb 'experiment' came to mind but for a moment Elle forgot that wasn't what normal people did and that Nathan Petrelli wasn't her and she had to remind herself of that.
He didn't have her life.
So she stood there for a moment, gazing into a life she wasn't really a part of. She never had any brothers or sisters - she had never thought about it before - so it was just her... and Dad. Mom was out of the picture a long time ago. Couldn't deal he said, but Elle wasn't sure. She couldn't really be sure of anything any more.
She didn't want to say hi, she really didn't. She hated him a little bit. She liked him maybe a little bit too, a microscopic bit, and that was confusing.
Then for no apparent reason, Peter Petrelli turned around and looked at her. He didn't seem that surprised to see her but maybe that was because he was all out of surprise. Had enough of them for one day.
"What are you doing here?" His voice accusing her, hating her a little bit, but Elle didn't really care. She felt sorry for him somehow.
"I was in the neighbourhood. Heard about what happened. Sorry."
The last time they'd seen each other, well... they had left things a bit awkward. Peter turned to stare at the door as if it would help. She joined him. Maybe she could calm her own doubts a little. Peter had been so calm and collected before, when she was watching him, and maybe she could find a bit of that serenity too.
Elle felt like a better person standing there, she thought it was so anyway, she wasn't sure, but she liked it nonetheless. Peter on the other hand, was sick with worry and his head going in eight directions at the same time. But having someone there, even if it wasn't who he wanted it to be, was comforting.
When she came back with a cup of coffee for him, he didn't want to drink it. He couldn't drink when it felt like he was like this. It was like his soul was sick with an unknown disease. The blonde glanced down at the cup, her cheeks filling with a hazy shade of red, feeling as though she hated herself. She never got things right. Always mixed it up, did the wrong thing and screwed up. She was ugly, stupid and... completely thinking about the wrong things. She was disconnected to everything, even to herself, and she hated herself for it.
"I'm sorry," she paused, not sure of what to say, "I haven't done anything to it, I promise."
Peter glanced up at her, something playing in his eyes and it was as if he was laughing at her, inside. He probably thought she was being dumb, but Elle laughed at it rather than let it bother her. She smiled and felt a little bit better.
**********
"Molly, listen to me. I have to go," Mohinder put his hands on her shoulders, looking her steadily in the eye as he almost sat on the floor trying to level with her. "And I don't know when I'll be back."
Molly smiled, a bit uncertainly but there was a denial in her eyes of what was happening. "That's okay, I'll see you when you'll get back." She could feel the vibes that danced around the air like electricity but she had yet to learn what it meant.
"That's just it, Molly. I don't know when I'll be back. In all likelihood, I'm going to be away for a long time. I don't want you to wait for me, because that's not fair to you. When I'm done, I'll come and visit you, but as it is right now, I can't take care of you."
He felt like a bastard for saying it.
Molly's eyes began to well with tears. It stung inside his heart and he wanted nothing more than to lash out at whatever caused her pain. But he had to.
As the door closed behind him and Mohinder began to walk away from Matt's apartment with his one brown suitcase, he realized that he had become his father. That he was putting Molly through what he had vowed for years never to do to anyone. Abandon them. He really was his father's son.
********
"I'm going to be a better person," Elle announced while sipping on her own espresso - her third. If it was possible to get stoned on coffee, she was certain she was reaching that point.
"Yeah. Me too." Peter glanced at her momentarily, sarcasm flowing in his words as if he didn't believe her. He turned back to stare at the door. At least he sat down on one of the chairs. That was something, Elle supposed.
"Isn't this how good people feel like?" She felt stupid for asking but if anyone held it against her later, she would blame the caffeine.
"Like what?"
He had bigger things to think about, whereas for Elle, the feeling of being good was thing just big enough for her to think about.
"Like..." It was a feeling, and feelings were tricky because they could be deceptive, and Elle didn't really have a way with words.
Sometimes it felt like she was born with a foot in her mouth and could never say anything right. But filled with a bizarre form of bravery which she could only explain because of the caffeine, she gave it a try. "Like you're laying at a beach somewhere, no one's really there but you're not lonely and there's waves and... you just feel safe. Like that. Like you know you're doing the right thing by being the best person you can be. Like, even if you screw up, things are still going to turn out pretty okay in the end."
She slipped away, imagining that beach, almost seeing the shoreline with the waves coming up over it and almost feeling the serenity in her heart. She nodded to herself, yes, that was how she felt. Even if she was in a hospital, and she hated hospitals.
She wasn't sure when reality called her back but she realized Peter was looking it at her, in a way she had never seen anyone stare at another before. There wasn't any emotion in his eye but it was almost as if he could see the shore too. He looked away again, lowered his head and seemed ashamed as if he remembered something bad.
"I dunno," He swallowed, "I've forgotten that feeling." The latter he said with such a loud, clear voice that Elle stared at him in admiration. She wasn't sure why, there was just something about him. Like she'd learned something about him but wasn't sure what.
Elle looked back at the door, watching the door for him, in case any of the doctors came, so that Peter could linger in his thoughts. He seemed like he needed to.
She nodded to herself in assurance. "Well, that's how it feels like." She took a taste of her coffee. It was cold.
Now there was nothing to do except wait.
***********
The end? Or do you want that little extra scene? Comment and let me know :D Also, if you just want to give some feedback on what I've written - that's more than welcomed as well :D
Rating: PG
Pairings: Peter/Elle (friendship but you can look at it like subtext), a pinch of Sylar/Mohinder/Matt subtext (with emphasis on the latter part of the trio because I had to cut a scene in the end), and some Peter/Nathan subtext (but can be seen as "gen" as well). This fic isn't really a shippy one. Sort of. I'm just playing around with the toys that S2 has given me.
Summary: In the aftermath of Powerless, everything changes. Fundamentally.
Notes: As mentioned before, not your average shippy fic but I can add a Mylar scene as a sort of extra little something-something, if you want to, that I had to cut because after that the fic span out of control and had life of its own. Leave comments if you're interested in that extra part (because one can never have too many Mylar confrontations ^^). Also, excuse the title.
Spoilers: 2x11 Powerless
Peter watched as his brother fell to the floor. Falling against him like a deck of cards. He merely watched and didn't react, until he saw the blood. Hadn't reacted before he realized, before his brain had convinced his heart that he wasn't dreaming.
Silently he cursed his ignorance, clutching to his brother like it was the only way he knew how to breathe. He should've realized sooner... He...
He hadn't seen him for so long and now when they were finally together, Nathan was being ripped from his hold and he could do nothing but watch. Nothing he could do. He had no blood that could heal, no way of restoring his brother to the shape he deserved. How he wished their places had been switched, how he wished it was he who could fly and Nathan could heal.
As the paramedics came and just before he got into the ambulance, Peter bent down and whispered in Nathan's ear that if he ever left, he would never forgive him.
What he really intended to say was that he loved him, but the words got mixed up along the way. If he did leave, Peter knew it was probably the worst thing he could ever say, just because it could be the last thing he would ever said to his brother. And it would've lies.
Peter always forgave Nathan, that was how it was.
*******
Mohinder stood in his apartment, his suitcase flung open and his clothes scattered within in no particular order or logic. He wanted to stay with Molly and Matt but he also knew what a monster Sylar was, and now he was free, and he needed to be stopped. It seemed that for every second that passed, that voice grew stronger and firmer as if to call out troops to war. When he had been little, Mohinder had been a child of forgiveness and understanding, but now it seemed as if those parts of his personality had been completely demolished.
The more he saw of the world and its evil, the less understanding he became. How so many things came down to the choice of will and yet there were always those that chose wrong.
He sighed, lowering his head, trying to make sense of his thoughts, as the door opened and Matt came through the door. The policeman surveyed the scientist carefully, composing himself and chose his words with care.
"Where are you off to then?" His voice was supposed to sound light and easy but instead it sounded heavy and strained. How he hated being the woman in this relationship.
It was a switch flipped inside Mohinder's mind and suddenly he was certain. "I can't stay here. Not while he's out there."
"Don't you think you're jumping a little to conclusions?"
Before he could continue being sensible, Mohinder cut him off, glaring at him as if he just suggested that Sylar would be an excellent babysitter for Molly.
"Ju- Jumping to conclusions?! He ran off with the cure! He's not infected any more and he could be out there - murdering people! - and you think I'm jumping to conclusions? Someone has to stop him!" He resumed packing, filled with conviction.
"And you think you're the guy that's going to stop him?" Matt wasn't even going to honour the insanity with his thoughts on the matter. Sometimes Mohinder's stupidity stunned him.
But sedatives only work for a short while. "What about Molly? Huh? Did you think about her? She adores you, Mohinder, and now you're just going to leave her to hunt down the person who killed her parents. No, you know... Forget about Molly, what about me? I... I can't raise Molly by myself. I can barely keep a pet and what you're asking me to do... I can't do it by myself."
Every time he admitted he couldn't do something, when he came to face that gruesome reality, a little bit of his heart darkened and something inside him seemed to burn.
"I can't just let Sylar go either. Not after everything he's done."
Matt looked at Mohinder as he said it, and then it dawned on him, hit him in the face like a punch as he gazed into Mohinder's eyes and saw that burning, that dark flame that consumed him. Sylar was an obsession, a parasite gnawing at his soul and he would never have peace of mind if he laid it to rest.
"Fine. Go. But don't come waltzing back expecting open arms. We - Molly - can't just put her life on hold until you decide to come back. I can't raise her always keeping one eye at the door expecting you to come back. You need to make a decision. Are you in or are you out?"
Mohinder, holding one of his few pink shirts, hesitated, letting the flannel fabric hover over the suitcase. Then something resembling true regret came over his face.
"I have to."
Matt nodded, his lips nothing but a thin line. "I get it. I do. I get it." Then, without a word, he turned around and slammed the door behind him.
He did get it. That was the problem.
*********
She came lingering out of nowhere. At first, she was lurking behind a corner, just out of sight, watching his fame as he watched over his brother. Of course, he couldn't see him since he was still in surgery, being operated on... The verb 'experiment' came to mind but for a moment Elle forgot that wasn't what normal people did and that Nathan Petrelli wasn't her and she had to remind herself of that.
He didn't have her life.
So she stood there for a moment, gazing into a life she wasn't really a part of. She never had any brothers or sisters - she had never thought about it before - so it was just her... and Dad. Mom was out of the picture a long time ago. Couldn't deal he said, but Elle wasn't sure. She couldn't really be sure of anything any more.
She didn't want to say hi, she really didn't. She hated him a little bit. She liked him maybe a little bit too, a microscopic bit, and that was confusing.
Then for no apparent reason, Peter Petrelli turned around and looked at her. He didn't seem that surprised to see her but maybe that was because he was all out of surprise. Had enough of them for one day.
"What are you doing here?" His voice accusing her, hating her a little bit, but Elle didn't really care. She felt sorry for him somehow.
"I was in the neighbourhood. Heard about what happened. Sorry."
The last time they'd seen each other, well... they had left things a bit awkward. Peter turned to stare at the door as if it would help. She joined him. Maybe she could calm her own doubts a little. Peter had been so calm and collected before, when she was watching him, and maybe she could find a bit of that serenity too.
Elle felt like a better person standing there, she thought it was so anyway, she wasn't sure, but she liked it nonetheless. Peter on the other hand, was sick with worry and his head going in eight directions at the same time. But having someone there, even if it wasn't who he wanted it to be, was comforting.
When she came back with a cup of coffee for him, he didn't want to drink it. He couldn't drink when it felt like he was like this. It was like his soul was sick with an unknown disease. The blonde glanced down at the cup, her cheeks filling with a hazy shade of red, feeling as though she hated herself. She never got things right. Always mixed it up, did the wrong thing and screwed up. She was ugly, stupid and... completely thinking about the wrong things. She was disconnected to everything, even to herself, and she hated herself for it.
"I'm sorry," she paused, not sure of what to say, "I haven't done anything to it, I promise."
Peter glanced up at her, something playing in his eyes and it was as if he was laughing at her, inside. He probably thought she was being dumb, but Elle laughed at it rather than let it bother her. She smiled and felt a little bit better.
**********
"Molly, listen to me. I have to go," Mohinder put his hands on her shoulders, looking her steadily in the eye as he almost sat on the floor trying to level with her. "And I don't know when I'll be back."
Molly smiled, a bit uncertainly but there was a denial in her eyes of what was happening. "That's okay, I'll see you when you'll get back." She could feel the vibes that danced around the air like electricity but she had yet to learn what it meant.
"That's just it, Molly. I don't know when I'll be back. In all likelihood, I'm going to be away for a long time. I don't want you to wait for me, because that's not fair to you. When I'm done, I'll come and visit you, but as it is right now, I can't take care of you."
He felt like a bastard for saying it.
Molly's eyes began to well with tears. It stung inside his heart and he wanted nothing more than to lash out at whatever caused her pain. But he had to.
As the door closed behind him and Mohinder began to walk away from Matt's apartment with his one brown suitcase, he realized that he had become his father. That he was putting Molly through what he had vowed for years never to do to anyone. Abandon them. He really was his father's son.
********
"I'm going to be a better person," Elle announced while sipping on her own espresso - her third. If it was possible to get stoned on coffee, she was certain she was reaching that point.
"Yeah. Me too." Peter glanced at her momentarily, sarcasm flowing in his words as if he didn't believe her. He turned back to stare at the door. At least he sat down on one of the chairs. That was something, Elle supposed.
"Isn't this how good people feel like?" She felt stupid for asking but if anyone held it against her later, she would blame the caffeine.
"Like what?"
He had bigger things to think about, whereas for Elle, the feeling of being good was thing just big enough for her to think about.
"Like..." It was a feeling, and feelings were tricky because they could be deceptive, and Elle didn't really have a way with words.
Sometimes it felt like she was born with a foot in her mouth and could never say anything right. But filled with a bizarre form of bravery which she could only explain because of the caffeine, she gave it a try. "Like you're laying at a beach somewhere, no one's really there but you're not lonely and there's waves and... you just feel safe. Like that. Like you know you're doing the right thing by being the best person you can be. Like, even if you screw up, things are still going to turn out pretty okay in the end."
She slipped away, imagining that beach, almost seeing the shoreline with the waves coming up over it and almost feeling the serenity in her heart. She nodded to herself, yes, that was how she felt. Even if she was in a hospital, and she hated hospitals.
She wasn't sure when reality called her back but she realized Peter was looking it at her, in a way she had never seen anyone stare at another before. There wasn't any emotion in his eye but it was almost as if he could see the shore too. He looked away again, lowered his head and seemed ashamed as if he remembered something bad.
"I dunno," He swallowed, "I've forgotten that feeling." The latter he said with such a loud, clear voice that Elle stared at him in admiration. She wasn't sure why, there was just something about him. Like she'd learned something about him but wasn't sure what.
Elle looked back at the door, watching the door for him, in case any of the doctors came, so that Peter could linger in his thoughts. He seemed like he needed to.
She nodded to herself in assurance. "Well, that's how it feels like." She took a taste of her coffee. It was cold.
Now there was nothing to do except wait.
***********
The end? Or do you want that little extra scene? Comment and let me know :D Also, if you just want to give some feedback on what I've written - that's more than welcomed as well :D
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Date: 2008-01-05 09:09 am (UTC)I'll post it tomorrow :D
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Date: 2008-01-04 10:43 pm (UTC)Sylar was an obsession, a parasite gnawing at his soul and he would never have peace of mind if he laid it to rest. <--I really liked this for some odd reason, it's just so true.
At first, she was lurking behind a corner, just out of sight, watching his fame as he watched over his brother. <--Shouldn't this be 'frame'? Just wanted to point it out, ^_^
He really was his father's son. <--this sentence just hit me for some odd reason. I mean, after all that's happened, he ends up running off to find his own obsession, just like his father, abandoning his child in the process. It just made me realize how much he really is like his father.
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Date: 2008-01-05 09:13 am (UTC)Haha. The wonder of typos. I will check it out immediately :D
Yeah, it definitely does seem to be in the genes of the Suresh family to surrender everything in the name of research (or occasionally known as "greater good"). I just think that Mohinder spent so many years of his childhood trying to impress his father that at the end of the day, he couldn't help but getting a few of his father's traits as well.
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Date: 2008-01-05 11:57 pm (UTC)I love that scene too, just because there's so much there already in the canon that implying it was all too easy. Also because it's such a complicated situation for both characters, it was such a joy to write because you know that Momo isn't really a bad guy, but he sometimes make bad decisions and you don't really know if going after Sylar is the right or wrong thing to do, and all that. There can be so many aspects and so many layers to a scene like that, so it almost writes itself. Oh well, sorry for the epic reply, I love to babble :D
Mohinder is definitely obsessed with Sylar, it's a well-established fact in the show, and it's just so awesome to write that ^^
Thank you, I'm glad you like. Elle wasn't really my favourite character when she started out (she still isn't) but the more I think about her, the situation she's been in, what she is now and what she could be, the more I appreciate her. She's got extraordinary potential and when you break it down to basics, I think that people can find it very easy to relate to her situation. Many people feel like outsiders or as if they're not comfortable in their skin, and I think that's the problem for Elle, only multiplied by eight hundred thousand. Also, I think that Peter/Elle could be an interesting combo - no matter if it's romantically or otherwise. They have good chemistry and given their history a cooperation could be very interesting to watch, and very pleasing because the actors seem to really know how to play off each other.
Agian, thank you so much for reading (and commenting :D). Merci beaucoup :D I appreciate it a lot :D
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Date: 2008-01-05 10:27 pm (UTC)This was AMAZING, you should write for the show (when the writers get their money.)
KENSAI APPROVAL!
"I can't stay here. Not while he's out there."
"Don't you think you're jumping a little to conclusions?"
Before he could continue being sensible, Mohinder cut him off, glaring at him as if he just suggested that Sylar would be an excellent babysitter for Molly.
"Ju- Jumping to conclusions?! He ran off with the cure! He's not infected any more and he could be out there - murdering people! - and you think I'm jumping to conclusions? Someone has to stop him!" He resumed packing, filled with conviction.
"And you think you're the guy that's going to stop him?" Matt wasn't even going to honour the insanity with his thoughts on the matter. Sometimes Mohinder's stupidity stunned him.
Hee … it stuns us TOO, Matt …
"What about Molly? Huh? Did you think about her? She adores you, Mohinder, and now you're just going to leave her to hunt down the person who killed her parents. No, you know... Forget about Molly, what about me? I... I can't raise Molly by myself. I can barely keep a pet and what you're asking me to do... I can't do it by myself."
Matt, Mottwalker MUST fold to Mywalker, or Mylar. It’s a rank thing, like ten beats nine.
Matt nodded, his lips nothing but a thin line. "I get it. I do. I get it." Then, without a word, he turned around and slammed the door behind him.
He did get it. That was the problem.
Matt, look up ‘slash’ on wikipedia. Or google. Or livejournal.
The last time they'd seen each other, well... they had left things a bit awkward. Peter turned to stare at the door as if it would help. She joined him. Maybe she could calm her own doubts a little. Peter had been so calm and collected before, when she was watching him, and maybe she could find a bit of that serenity too.
Awwww … personally, I can’t STAND Elle, despite her awesome lines. She just FONDLES all the menfolk … no good can come of that … Peter belongs with CLAUDE and that’s FINAL!
The blonde glanced down at the cup, her cheeks filling with a hazy shade of red, feeling as though she hated herself. She never got things right. Always mixed it up, did the wrong thing and screwed up. She was ugly, stupid and... completely thinking about the wrong things. She was disconnected to everything, even to herself, and she hated herself for it.
There there, Elle. Peter just likes BOYS, that’s all … in fact, most of the guys on Heroes seem to be gay or bi, so don’t sweat it Elle …
As the door closed behind him and Mohinder began to walk away from Matt's apartment with his one brown suitcase, he realized that he had become his father. That he was putting Molly through what he had vowed for years never to do to anyone. Abandon them. He really was his father's son.
Ouch. At least you’re not CREEPY, like your dad!
"I'm going to be a better person," Elle announced while sipping on her own espresso - her third. If it was possible to get stoned on coffee, she was certain she was reaching that point.
"Yeah. Me too." Peter glanced at her momentarily, sarcasm flowing in his words as if he didn't believe her. He turned back to stare at the door. At least he sat down on one of the chairs. That was something, Elle supposed.
"Isn't this how good people feel like?" She felt stupid for asking but if anyone held it against her later, she would blame the caffeine.
*sporfle* Oh ELLE … I love her lines, really I do …
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Date: 2008-01-06 12:08 am (UTC)Mohinder's stupidity just keeps reaching new horizons, doesn't it? But it's kind of the charm of Mohinder. He just doesn't seem to be able to adapt to the new situation he's in or look beyond what is laid out in front of him. He just kind of clings to what he knows since before and uses it as a moral compass, only that it usually shoves him in the wrong direction. Also, he's so easily persuaded by people around him because I don't think he's learned yet that the world is grey, and not black and white. He just sort of thinks "Oh, this person isn't Satan... which means HRG was wrong... OOHH! Let's tell Bob all about it and do the right thing. Because HRG was wrong and Bob isn't pure evil" and goes with it. Poor Momo, he can never do things right, can he? :P
I remember when everyone was certain that Mohinder, Sylar and Molly would create their own dysfunctional little family unit. *sigh* Oh, how I miss those days.
I didn't like Elle before but the more I sort of thought about her and her situation, the more sympathetic I became towards her and the more I realized what potential she had. She's the most interesting out of the characters that have been introduced this season (together with Adam - I still mourn the fact that the writers were stupid and made Yaeko or whatever her name was, turn from her love for Kensei ('cause it was real, dammit!) when she found out that Hiro had posed as Kensei ONCE. *shakes head* Stupid, stupid...).
lol. How would you react if I said that Nathan/Peter is where it's at? ;) (Would be gross beyond words in real life but when you've got two handsome actors that have awesome chemistry and touch each other inappropriately all the time... How can one not ship them? ;)). Personally, I was too blinded by Chris' awesomeness to be able to think of a good slash ship or a ship of any kind (although HRG/Claude would be sort of interesting, if they met again).
You thought Suresh Scientist Senior was creepy? I never thought about it. Must rewatch ^^ :D
Elle really does have awesome lines :D
Sorry for the Tolstoy comment, I hope you don't mind :D (I just LOVE getting comments and replying to them :D)
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Date: 2008-01-06 02:51 pm (UTC)Mohinder's stupidity just keeps reaching new horizons, doesn't it? But it's kind of the charm of Mohinder.
Yeah ... I suppose ...
Also, he's so easily persuaded by people around him because I don't think he's learned yet that the world is grey, and not black and white. He just sort of thinks "Oh, this person isn't Satan... which means HRG was wrong... OOHH! Let's tell Bob all about it and do the right thing. Because HRG was wrong and Bob isn't pure evil" and goes with it. Poor Momo, he can never do things right, can he? :P
Yeah, that part really ticked me off. Just because the Company didn't disect Molly the minute she walked through the door doesn't mean they WON'T. HRG has CONCRETE REASONS for being 'paranoid' of the Company, and Mohinder kinda shocked me when he was, well, TAUNTING HRG!
I remember when everyone was certain that Mohinder, Sylar and Molly would create their own dysfunctional little family unit. *sigh* Oh, how I miss those days.
They're still about ... we're just thinking in the VERY far off future now ... then again there's always those luverly fics where Sylar kidnaps Mohinder and Molly and they go on a crazy road trip of slashiness.
She's the most interesting out of the characters that have been introduced this season (together with Adam - I still mourn the fact that the writers were stupid and made Yaeko or whatever her name was, turn from her love for Kensei ('cause it was real, dammit!) when she found out that Hiro had posed as Kensei ONCE. *shakes head* Stupid, stupid...).
Yeah, Elle had potential. I can't wait until Adam ... wait, have you read the graphic novels yet? *doesn't want to spoil*
lol. How would you react if I said that Nathan/Peter is where it's at? ;) (Would be gross beyond words in real life but when you've got two handsome actors that have awesome chemistry and touch each other inappropriately all the time... How can one not ship them? ;)).
I tollerate Petrellicest because they're not REALLY related and they're both really cute (though personally Milo has never done it for me unless he's in FYG or with Claude) but incest has never done it for me. Perhaps I embrace slash because of my gay dad ... that i know, there's no incest in my family.
Personally, I was too blinded by Chris' awesomeness to be able to think of a good slash ship or a ship of any kind (although HRG/Claude would be sort of interesting, if they met again).
Hee, past!Claude/Noah I take, but Plaude must take center stage in the present! But Claude/Noah is so delectably ANGSTY ...
You thought Suresh Scientist Senior was creepy? I never thought about it. Must rewatch ^^ :D
Well, part of the creepy-vibe I'm getting might be because he almost sliced into Sydney's brain in an Alias episode and there are several sketchy fics where Papa Suresh takes advantage (if ya know what I mean) of Gabriel ...
Elle really does have awesome lines :D
Hell yeah!
Sorry for the Tolstoy comment, I hope you don't mind :D (I just LOVE getting comments and replying to them :D)
Erm, did you SEE MY comment? If yours is Tolstoy, mine's the King James Bible ... I LOVE LONG COMMENTS AND REPLIES! <3
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Date: 2008-01-06 03:24 pm (UTC)Oh, I've never actually read a kidnaps Mohinder and goes on crazy roadtrip fic! (oh my, what is wrong with me? O_O)
... there're graphic novels? :P Where, how, why? :D
I don't think of Petrellicest as incest because... well, they're acting so weird on-screen that there's no logical way why those two are brothers ('cause other than "he's my brother" lines - which are totally there to remind us, I'm sure :P - everything else says that there's something there :P).
I never really understood the Plaude love, to be honest. But then again, I was too blinded by Chris' brilliance :D
Oh, which episode did Papa Suresh appear on Alias? I thought he was familiar...
Long comments and replies FTW :D (although this one is short... ish :P)
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Date: 2008-01-06 03:36 pm (UTC)Hee, I think everyone loves them, but hardly anybody leaves 'em ...
Oh, I've never actually read a kidnaps Mohinder and goes on crazy roadtrip fic! (oh my, what is wrong with me? O_O)
*kaSMIRK* Another thing about me, I have MASTER SLASH LISTS:
http://community.livejournal.com/mylar_fic/353893.html - Part 1
http://community.livejournal.com/mylar_fic/363733.html#cutid1 – Part 2
http://community.livejournal.com/mylar_fic/372223.html#cutid1 – Part 3
http://community.livejournal.com/mylar_fic/382347.html#cutid1 – Part 4
(Mine, because I'm shameless like that)
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/17381.html - The Quiet Life: Part 1
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/17598.html - The Quiet Life: Part 2
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/21290.html - The Quiet Life: Part 3
Merry bleated Christmas ... I can give you a BUNCH of Mywalker fics if you wish ...
... there're graphic novels? :P Where, how, why? :D
Oh my GOD you poor, unfortunate soul! http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/novels/novels_library.shtml (start at the beginning, if you wish. You MUST read the ones with Hana, though!)
I don't think of Petrellicest as incest because... well, they're acting so weird on-screen that there's no logical way why those two are brothers ('cause other than "he's my brother" lines - which are totally there to remind us, I'm sure :P - everything else says that there's something there :P).
Heh, I suppose ... still can't bring myself to support it ... sorry ...
I never really understood the Plaude love, to be honest. But then again, I was too blinded by Chris' brilliance :D
Ok: they meet outside a purse shop, Claude slams Peter into a pole, Claude hits Peter a lot, Peter slams Claude into a wall, Peter-with-Claude is the only time I can STAND Peter, unless he's in FYG.
Oh, which episode did Papa Suresh appear on Alias? I thought he was familiar...
Erm ... season 3 ... wish I could be more specific ... Lauren was lying to the evil governmental people while the guy-who-plays-chess and Jack and Vaughn assemble a team to save Sydney.
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Date: 2008-01-06 04:09 pm (UTC)I'll definitely check out the graphic novels :D Are the Hana ones less good, or?
FYG!Peter was awesome. I kind of liked him in season one compared to season two because in season two he was all... weird and... non-Peter. They kept throwing Caitlin in his face and it just seemed odd.
Oh, okay. It was ages since I saw Alias (since I didn't really like the Vaughn/Sydney storyline - Lauren was awesome though) but maybe I'll check it out and see him.
... and suddenly my sister says he's been in Tru Calling. Man, how did I miss all this information? :P
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Date: 2008-01-06 05:58 pm (UTC)Hee, I love giving people linkies ...
I'll definitely check out the graphic novels :D Are the Hana ones less good, or?
No, no, it's just she's like the main character in the online stuff. She's wicked popular and gives us clues and stuff to do.
FYG!Peter was awesome. I kind of liked him in season one compared to season two because in season two he was all... weird and... non-Peter. They kept throwing Caitlin in his face and it just seemed odd.
Yeah, I agree with all of that ... at least you can HATE the puppy. Season 2 is just ... stupid and clueless. Also, he shacks up with an older, snarky Englishman who gives him orders. *cough* Claude replacement *cough*
Oh, okay. It was ages since I saw Alias (since I didn't really like the Vaughn/Sydney storyline - Lauren was awesome though) but maybe I'll check it out and see him.
It's not wicked important, but it's interesting ... I liked season 3 because Sark and Lauren hooked up ... I just like it when Sark is onscreen ...
... and suddenly my sister says he's been in Tru Calling. Man, how did I miss all this information? :P
*sigh* Never seen it ...
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Date: 2008-01-06 07:48 am (UTC)I liked this. Heartbreaking in a good way, and the subtext was oh-so-sweet.
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Date: 2008-01-06 03:25 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you like it :D I will post that extra scene in an hour or two :D
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Date: 2008-03-22 01:45 am (UTC)