Focus
Date: February 2nd, 2006
Characters: Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Mohinder arrives in NYC, unaware anything has been happening to time at all. Another fight with his father seems like the norm, even after the locale change.
Status: In Progress
Open to New York
New York was colder than he'd expected- and really, he should've known. It was the bitter chill to the wind that threw him off, the way he needed to pull his collar up to his ears to keep the cold from knifing across the back of his neck. He did his best to ignore it as he walked towards the numbers written on his sheet.
Mohinder knew he shouldn't fear what was coming- he knew that would only make it worse. Unfortunately, no one had the ability to make Mohinder feel like a lost five-year-old boy like Chandra Suresh. No matter how many respected lectures or prestigous research grants Mohinder conjured in his mind, he could only ever remember his failures in front of his father. And really, wasn't that all of it? He hadn't made sweeping progress in the field, like his father had. He hadn't made any progress at all, really. One of his acquaintences on the lecture circuit had once said, "Those who can't do, teach"- Mohinder was worried that might be accurate.
This was madness, to even be here. He had dropped his class out of the blue and traveled over to the United States on what he had called a 'family emergency' and Nirand had called 'a bald-faced lie'. Nirand always did have the most accurate terminology for what happened in the Suresh household. Mohinder thought that was probably why they had all gotten along so well.
Of course his father didn't know he was coming, but despite the arguments and the hurtful words, Mohinder just couldn't let him do this by himself. Let the man turn his son out onto the street when he's come all the way out here (and Mohinder had no doubt Chandra might do just that), but the son was determined to stay and assist. This is what their lives were meant for. Mohinder knows he can help, and somewhere inside him, he believes his father will just have to accept that. The advancements possible by this research were too far-reaching, too amazing to be petty about.
As he walked down the hall and reached the door numbered 613, all of that conviction flew immediately out the window. As ridiculous as it was, he felt like he was the child who'd run away from home and now had to face the consequences. He wasn't running anywhere, was he? This wasn't about proving he wasn't a failure, this wasn't even about doing something his father would be proud of. This was about helping people. Wasn't it? His eyes were as wide as his father's by the time the old man opened the door.
The shouting match wasn't surprising. Chandra was not happy to see his son there, and Mohinder had to get on the offensive early in order to get any of his points across. He was told to go home, that he was wasting his father's time, that he shouldn't throw his life away on this. Mohinder threw back that this was exactly what Chandra had done and that he didn't care, this was important. If Chandra wasn't going to help him, he'd work on finding these people on his own. How he was going to do that without knowing the specific genetic marker that indicated the presence of special abilities, he had no idea, but he was determined.
His father, as always, was unimpressed. The best Mohinder could get from him was a grudging acceptance that Mohinder wasn't going back to Chennai anytime soon. The son left the apartment feeling both frustrated and triumphant.
He had spent so much time getting to Brooklyn and making sure he'd found the right apartment, but he hadn't really thought beyond that. He'd even left his maps on Chandra's kitchen counter. By the time he stopped stewing on his father's words for long enough to pay any attention to his surroundings, he found he was thoroughly lost.
Well. Today had been just lovely, as expected. Mohinder sighed and clutched his laptop bag closer to himself. Eventually, he'd see something that resembles a hotel, he was certain.
Characters: Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Mohinder arrives in NYC, unaware anything has been happening to time at all. Another fight with his father seems like the norm, even after the locale change.
Status: In Progress
Open to New York
New York was colder than he'd expected- and really, he should've known. It was the bitter chill to the wind that threw him off, the way he needed to pull his collar up to his ears to keep the cold from knifing across the back of his neck. He did his best to ignore it as he walked towards the numbers written on his sheet.
Mohinder knew he shouldn't fear what was coming- he knew that would only make it worse. Unfortunately, no one had the ability to make Mohinder feel like a lost five-year-old boy like Chandra Suresh. No matter how many respected lectures or prestigous research grants Mohinder conjured in his mind, he could only ever remember his failures in front of his father. And really, wasn't that all of it? He hadn't made sweeping progress in the field, like his father had. He hadn't made any progress at all, really. One of his acquaintences on the lecture circuit had once said, "Those who can't do, teach"- Mohinder was worried that might be accurate.
This was madness, to even be here. He had dropped his class out of the blue and traveled over to the United States on what he had called a 'family emergency' and Nirand had called 'a bald-faced lie'. Nirand always did have the most accurate terminology for what happened in the Suresh household. Mohinder thought that was probably why they had all gotten along so well.
Of course his father didn't know he was coming, but despite the arguments and the hurtful words, Mohinder just couldn't let him do this by himself. Let the man turn his son out onto the street when he's come all the way out here (and Mohinder had no doubt Chandra might do just that), but the son was determined to stay and assist. This is what their lives were meant for. Mohinder knows he can help, and somewhere inside him, he believes his father will just have to accept that. The advancements possible by this research were too far-reaching, too amazing to be petty about.
As he walked down the hall and reached the door numbered 613, all of that conviction flew immediately out the window. As ridiculous as it was, he felt like he was the child who'd run away from home and now had to face the consequences. He wasn't running anywhere, was he? This wasn't about proving he wasn't a failure, this wasn't even about doing something his father would be proud of. This was about helping people. Wasn't it? His eyes were as wide as his father's by the time the old man opened the door.
The shouting match wasn't surprising. Chandra was not happy to see his son there, and Mohinder had to get on the offensive early in order to get any of his points across. He was told to go home, that he was wasting his father's time, that he shouldn't throw his life away on this. Mohinder threw back that this was exactly what Chandra had done and that he didn't care, this was important. If Chandra wasn't going to help him, he'd work on finding these people on his own. How he was going to do that without knowing the specific genetic marker that indicated the presence of special abilities, he had no idea, but he was determined.
His father, as always, was unimpressed. The best Mohinder could get from him was a grudging acceptance that Mohinder wasn't going back to Chennai anytime soon. The son left the apartment feeling both frustrated and triumphant.
He had spent so much time getting to Brooklyn and making sure he'd found the right apartment, but he hadn't really thought beyond that. He'd even left his maps on Chandra's kitchen counter. By the time he stopped stewing on his father's words for long enough to pay any attention to his surroundings, he found he was thoroughly lost.
Well. Today had been just lovely, as expected. Mohinder sighed and clutched his laptop bag closer to himself. Eventually, he'd see something that resembles a hotel, he was certain.