I WANT THAT EXTRA SCENE! 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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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 …