Christmas at the Sureshes
Finally got round mental block and managed to bring this long flashbacky episode to a close!
Usual disclaimers: Oh boy, I can't wait to get my hands on all the LOVELY money I'll be making out of this fanfic! ... Wait, what? Oh well, I wouldn't be able to split it between me and all the lovely TWOP people anyway.
The Suresh Apartment
Lyle: So how long were you on the island for?
Mohinder: Until Christmas. Then Nathan kindly deigned to pick us up again.
Nathan: Eh. The boys wanted Nintendo Wiis for Christmas - they were far cheaper in Tokyo, and you were on my way, so…
Flashback scene: Suresh & Parkman apartment, all decorated for Christmas and Hanukkah. Matt is running around setting things up while Molly feels presents under the tree. There’s a knock at the door, and Molly runs to answer it. Mohinder and Sylar are there, with armfuls of presents, and her face immediately brightens and she throws her arms around him.
Molly: Papa Mohinder! You’re back! And - Boogeyman?
Mohinder: Don’t worry, Molly, it’s OK. He’s not going to hurt you.
Sylar makes the ‘BRAAINS’ face at Molly over Mohinder’s shoulder. She squeaks and runs off. Mohinder looks back at him, just as he rearranges his face into an innocent expression.
Mohinder: Sylar? What did you do?
Sylar: Who? Me? Nothing! Nothing.
Not looking convinced, Mohinder still enters the apartment, and Sylar follows.
Mohinder: Hey Matt - how’s the cooking going?
Matt: Not even started. Don’t look at me like that, Mohinder, I knew what you’d say if I tried cooking without you.
Mohinder: Oh yes? And what would I say?
Matt: Absolutely nothing. But I know you’d be annoyed.
Mohinder rolls his eyes, but is secretly pleased. He grabs the ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ apron and heads into the kitchen.
Matt: MollyDoll and I went out yesterday and got everything you needed, though!
Molly: Not everything. Matt forgot the nutmeg.
Matt: Oh yeah, well, it’s not that important, right?
Mohinder’s eye twitches.
Mohinder: Of course not. We’ll just have to manage without. Who else is coming?
Matt: Oh, the Petrellis, and the Ferreras, and Claude said he might stop by… Oh, and Audrey.
Mohinder: Audrey?
Matt: We used to work together, and she’s stuck in this city on a case over the holiday, so I said she could come round…
Meanwhile, Sylar comes over to Molly, who’s now sat cross-legged on the floor wrapping up presents. As he approaches, she glares up at him with evident mistrust, but doesn’t say anything.
Sylar: Hello, small girl.
Molly: We’ve met before.
Sylar: We have?
Molly: Yes. You killed my mum and dad and then tried to kidnap me from the FBI.
Sylar: … oh. Yeah.
Molly just keeps wrapping the present. Sylar looks at Mohinder desperately, but he’s busy cutting up potatoes, and Matt’s watching Sylar and Molly closely. Vaguely awkward, he turns back to Molly.
Sylar: So … who’s that for?
Molly: Nathan. It’s flight goggles for when he goes flying.
Sylar: That’s really nice.
Molly: *duh* I know.
Sylar: You should see some glasses I used to have. They used to have lots of little microscopic attachments so I could see the watch I was fixing better.
Molly: You used to fix watches?
Sylar: I did.
Molly: Mine’s broken.
Sylar raises an eyebrow. Molly takes a purple-strap watch with bumblebees on it out of her pocket and hands it to him.
Molly: Mohinder gave it to me for my birthday. Could you fix it?
Sylar is staring closely at it, his face alight with eagerness.
Sylar: Yes. Yes I can.
He hurries over to Mohinder’s desk, turns on the lamp, and gets to work. Molly watches curiously from the floor.
There’s a knock at the door and Matt runs to answer it. It’s Audrey.
Matt: Oh! Hi, Audrey! I mean, Agent Hanson, sorry.
Audrey: Oh, that’s OK, Matt. I brought nutmeg.
Matt: What? How did you-
Molly: I knew she lived near a grocery store. And her number’s on our speed-dial.
Mohinder has hurried over, and he takes the small bottle from her with great reverence.
Mohinder: You are an amazing delightful person thank you thank you thank you.
And he scuttles back into the kitchen.
Matt: Er… that’s Mohinder, he’s helping me raise Molly. And… he likes nutmeg.
Audrey: I gathered. Hi, Molly!
Molly: Hi Agent Hanson!
Audrey: And who’s that?
Sylar hasn’t even looked up from mending Molly’s watch. Matt reddens and clears his throat.
Matt: That’s - er - that’s… that’s Sylar.
Audrey: … I take it he’s not a relation?
Matt: No, it’s… it’s the real Sylar. Mohinder brought him. (Audrey just stares) Come over here. We’ll talk.
The two of them go off into a corner, while Sylar - who hasn’t even noticed all this, so caught up in his happy watchworking - suddenly exhales and straightens, a bright happy smile on his face.
Sylar: All done!
He holds it out to Molly, who takes it somewhat suspiciously, looks at it, shakes it, then also beams and fastens it round her wrist.
Molly: Thanks. I guess.
Sylar: No problem.
The doorbell rings, and Molly darts to answer it. It’s Maya y Alejandro.
Maya: Hello! I brought chile-quiles!
Mohinder: That’s very kind of you, Maya, but I really don’t think we’re going to need errr yes, this is Sylar.
Maya and Alejandro have frozen, looking at Sylar, who waves sheepishly.
Sylar: Um, hi, Maya. Alejandro. Long time no see.
Mohinder: (quickly) It’s OK. He’s… here with me.
Alejandro starts talking very quickly in Spanish.
Mohinder: *calling over to Matt* What’s he saying?
Matt: Hell, I’m not translating that in front of Molly.
Mohinder: Maya - he’s not going to hurt you, OK? Tell Alejandro he’s not going to hurt either of you.
Maya turns and starts talking to Alejandro in Spanish. Sylar meanwhile sidles over to Mohinder.
Sylar: Didn’t I, er - kill him?
Mohinder: Magick Blud.
Sylar: Ohhhh.
Matt and Audrey emerge from the corner.
Matt: OK, I explained everything, and she might actually be able to help you.
Sylar: Really?
Audrey: Yes. If you really want to reform, we can help.
Mohinder: You’re not going to - arrest him or anything?
Audrey: Dr Suresh, can you imagine what my report would look like?
Mohinder: … fair point.
There’s a knock on the door again, and Molly runs to answer it.
Audrey: But as long as you’re controlling your murderous impulses, there’s no reason why you can’t -
Peter: SYLAR!
Everyone spins to see the Petrellis have just walked in the door.
Mohinder: Oh no -
Sylar: PETRELLI!
Peter: WE MEET AGAIN!
Sylar: … WELL NOTICED!
Peter: *sparks up* This time, you will not escape!
Sylar: … you mean, unlike last time, when you exploded?
Peter: ONLY A LITTLE!
Sylar: And I, on the other hand, got rescued by a girl and taken away to an exclusive retreat to be treated at the Company’s expense?
Mohinder: Wasn’t it a hut in a jungle-?
Sylar: SHH MOHINDER.
Peter: Yeah… well… I got looked after by the Company as well! And had someone hot looking after me too!
Nathan: I’d say Adam was more ‘pretty’ than ‘hot’-
Peter: I meant Elle!
Nathan: Oh. (pause) Didn’t she keep electroshocking you?
Peter: SHH NATHAN!
Mohinder: Guys, guys - can you not fight? Or at least, not fight in here? The gravy’s at a very tricky stage.
Sylar glares, but lowers his hands.
Sylar: I guess… since it’s Christmas.
Mohinder: Thank you.
Peter also glares and lowers his hands.
Peter: You’re just lucky the gravy was here.
LATER, they are all sat around opening presents. Nathan’s trying on those flying goggles, Peter’s frowning at a Rubik’s cube while Matt smirks behind his hand, and Molly’s struggling with a heavily-taped present.
Sylar: Here, let me get that -
He TKs it to slice it open.
Molly: Thanks!
Mohinder: *opening latest package* Wow, a scarf! Thanks, Nathan!
Nathan: Don’t mention it - Ma had some leftover curtain fabric.
Molly: Mohinder! We’re out of cakes!
Mohinder: Ah - is that Molly-speak for “Mohinder, bring us more cakes”?
Molly: You’ll miss it when I’m at college!
Mohinder grins and takes the empty plate and heads over to the kitchen. Matt gets up and follows.
Matt: He’s not being that bad, actually.
Mohinder: Actually, he’s not being bad at all. I told you he wanted to change.
Matt: Yeah, well, cut me some slack, you were the only one he was nice to in his serial killer days -
Mohinder: ‘Nice to’?!?!
Matt: You know - nice for him. And he definitely likes you a lot.
Mohinder: Have you been reading our thoughts??
Matt: No - it was actually the mistletoe that’s been following you around all day.
Mohinder looks up and sees some mistletoe hanging directly over him, suspended by TK. He looks around at Sylar, who is staring innocently at a speck on the ceiling.
Matt: Why - are your thoughts interesting?
Mohinder: (quickly) Never you mind.
Matt: Anyway - I read his mind, and there really isn’t any dream or notion of eating brains in there. Well, he’s got some homocidal thoughts towards Maya and occasionally Peter, but let’s face it, who doesn’t?
Mohinder: Exactly.
Matt: So I don’t mind so much leaving you here with him around.
Mohinder: That’s great. Wait - leaving?
Matt: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Audrey’s going back to LA in the new year, and, well - she’s asked me to go with her.
Mohinder: …!
Matt: She says she could get me a job with the FBI down there. Thinks I could do real good in the criminal profiling department, for some reason. And also, she, er, wants to be with me… for some reason.
Mohinder: …….!!
Matt: It’s a great opportunity, Mohinder - and with Air Nathan, I can still come see Molly all the time - I mean, she should really stay here, it would hardly be as good a home for her over there with two busy cops at work most of the day. I’ve already spoken to her about it, and she was sad, but seemed to accept it, as long as she got to be a bridesmaid if we, well, if all goes well.
Mohinder: ………!!!
Matt: … Please say something, Mohinder, you’re only thinking punctuation.
Mohinder: … I’ll miss you.
Matt: I’ll miss you too.
And they hug. A lovely moment, broken only by a cupcake floating off the tray and disappearing into thin air. Matt rolls his eyes.
Matt: Claude!
Claude: (disembodied voice) What?
Matt: House rules! Visibility AND knocking!
Claude: Where’s the fun in that?
Molly’s leapt to her feet, grinning.
Molly: Uncle Claude!
Claude: Hey, Little Miss GPS, where am I?
Molly: Please, you’re by the stove. *footsteps* By the window. *footsteps* Right behind Peter.
Peter: He is? *suddenly jumps about a foot in the air* AAAHH!! Hey, when did you discover I was that ticklish?
Claude: I told you you should punch your brother, didn’t I?
Peter shoots a wounded glare at Nathan. Sylar’s eyes, meanwhile, have lit up.
Sylar: You’re… ticklish?
Peter: Oh yeah, really badly. Practically get paralysed when I’m tickled, I can’t stand it. And there was this one time… when I realised I was an utter idiot for telling this to a bad person with TK?
Sylar, grinning, nods slowly.
BACK TO THE FUTURE!
Mohinder: So Matt moved to LA a couple of weeks later, and Sylar moved in shortly after that.
Molly: Papa Mohinder made sure he was doing well in his serial killer support programme before he let him in.
CUT TO: Room with circle of chairs, where Sylar is standing up facing everyone else sitting down.
Sylar: Hi, my name is Sylar, and I’m a serial killer.
People: *chorus* Hi, Sylar.
Sylar: I still haven’t eaten Peter Petrelli’s brain.
Everyone applauds politely.
Elle: Big deal, I bet you wouldn’t find much in there anyway-
Group co-ordinator: Elle, you wait your turn.
Elle rolls her eyes and crackles electricity in her hands.
BACK TO THE SURESH APARTMENT!
Mohinder: … and so, that’s how this whole crazy set-up came into being.
Lyle: Wow.
Molly: I know, my family project is going to be really interesting this year.
Lyle: No, I just never imagined Peter Petrelli to be that ticklish.
Sylar: Oh no, he really is, watch -
Peter: No, no-!
He’s suddenly wracked with paralysing giggles as he’s tickled mercilessly by some unseen force. Everyone watches as he giggles so much he falls off the sofa, and continues shaking on the floor.
Lyle: *raising eyebrows* Huh.
Nathan: Please don’t break my little brother.
Sylar: Fine, fine…
Sylar looks away, and Peter stops giggling, and just lies still on the floor.
Nathan: You ‘kay, Pete?
Pete mumbles something incoherently.
Nathan: He’s fine.
THE END!
Episode 3 will be coming soon!
PS: OMG
mylla THANK YOU FOR THE ICON.
Usual disclaimers: Oh boy, I can't wait to get my hands on all the LOVELY money I'll be making out of this fanfic! ... Wait, what? Oh well, I wouldn't be able to split it between me and all the lovely TWOP people anyway.
The Suresh Apartment
Lyle: So how long were you on the island for?
Mohinder: Until Christmas. Then Nathan kindly deigned to pick us up again.
Nathan: Eh. The boys wanted Nintendo Wiis for Christmas - they were far cheaper in Tokyo, and you were on my way, so…
Flashback scene: Suresh & Parkman apartment, all decorated for Christmas and Hanukkah. Matt is running around setting things up while Molly feels presents under the tree. There’s a knock at the door, and Molly runs to answer it. Mohinder and Sylar are there, with armfuls of presents, and her face immediately brightens and she throws her arms around him.
Molly: Papa Mohinder! You’re back! And - Boogeyman?
Mohinder: Don’t worry, Molly, it’s OK. He’s not going to hurt you.
Sylar makes the ‘BRAAINS’ face at Molly over Mohinder’s shoulder. She squeaks and runs off. Mohinder looks back at him, just as he rearranges his face into an innocent expression.
Mohinder: Sylar? What did you do?
Sylar: Who? Me? Nothing! Nothing.
Not looking convinced, Mohinder still enters the apartment, and Sylar follows.
Mohinder: Hey Matt - how’s the cooking going?
Matt: Not even started. Don’t look at me like that, Mohinder, I knew what you’d say if I tried cooking without you.
Mohinder: Oh yes? And what would I say?
Matt: Absolutely nothing. But I know you’d be annoyed.
Mohinder rolls his eyes, but is secretly pleased. He grabs the ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ apron and heads into the kitchen.
Matt: MollyDoll and I went out yesterday and got everything you needed, though!
Molly: Not everything. Matt forgot the nutmeg.
Matt: Oh yeah, well, it’s not that important, right?
Mohinder’s eye twitches.
Mohinder: Of course not. We’ll just have to manage without. Who else is coming?
Matt: Oh, the Petrellis, and the Ferreras, and Claude said he might stop by… Oh, and Audrey.
Mohinder: Audrey?
Matt: We used to work together, and she’s stuck in this city on a case over the holiday, so I said she could come round…
Meanwhile, Sylar comes over to Molly, who’s now sat cross-legged on the floor wrapping up presents. As he approaches, she glares up at him with evident mistrust, but doesn’t say anything.
Sylar: Hello, small girl.
Molly: We’ve met before.
Sylar: We have?
Molly: Yes. You killed my mum and dad and then tried to kidnap me from the FBI.
Sylar: … oh. Yeah.
Molly just keeps wrapping the present. Sylar looks at Mohinder desperately, but he’s busy cutting up potatoes, and Matt’s watching Sylar and Molly closely. Vaguely awkward, he turns back to Molly.
Sylar: So … who’s that for?
Molly: Nathan. It’s flight goggles for when he goes flying.
Sylar: That’s really nice.
Molly: *duh* I know.
Sylar: You should see some glasses I used to have. They used to have lots of little microscopic attachments so I could see the watch I was fixing better.
Molly: You used to fix watches?
Sylar: I did.
Molly: Mine’s broken.
Sylar raises an eyebrow. Molly takes a purple-strap watch with bumblebees on it out of her pocket and hands it to him.
Molly: Mohinder gave it to me for my birthday. Could you fix it?
Sylar is staring closely at it, his face alight with eagerness.
Sylar: Yes. Yes I can.
He hurries over to Mohinder’s desk, turns on the lamp, and gets to work. Molly watches curiously from the floor.
There’s a knock at the door and Matt runs to answer it. It’s Audrey.
Matt: Oh! Hi, Audrey! I mean, Agent Hanson, sorry.
Audrey: Oh, that’s OK, Matt. I brought nutmeg.
Matt: What? How did you-
Molly: I knew she lived near a grocery store. And her number’s on our speed-dial.
Mohinder has hurried over, and he takes the small bottle from her with great reverence.
Mohinder: You are an amazing delightful person thank you thank you thank you.
And he scuttles back into the kitchen.
Matt: Er… that’s Mohinder, he’s helping me raise Molly. And… he likes nutmeg.
Audrey: I gathered. Hi, Molly!
Molly: Hi Agent Hanson!
Audrey: And who’s that?
Sylar hasn’t even looked up from mending Molly’s watch. Matt reddens and clears his throat.
Matt: That’s - er - that’s… that’s Sylar.
Audrey: … I take it he’s not a relation?
Matt: No, it’s… it’s the real Sylar. Mohinder brought him. (Audrey just stares) Come over here. We’ll talk.
The two of them go off into a corner, while Sylar - who hasn’t even noticed all this, so caught up in his happy watchworking - suddenly exhales and straightens, a bright happy smile on his face.
Sylar: All done!
He holds it out to Molly, who takes it somewhat suspiciously, looks at it, shakes it, then also beams and fastens it round her wrist.
Molly: Thanks. I guess.
Sylar: No problem.
The doorbell rings, and Molly darts to answer it. It’s Maya y Alejandro.
Maya: Hello! I brought chile-quiles!
Mohinder: That’s very kind of you, Maya, but I really don’t think we’re going to need errr yes, this is Sylar.
Maya and Alejandro have frozen, looking at Sylar, who waves sheepishly.
Sylar: Um, hi, Maya. Alejandro. Long time no see.
Mohinder: (quickly) It’s OK. He’s… here with me.
Alejandro starts talking very quickly in Spanish.
Mohinder: *calling over to Matt* What’s he saying?
Matt: Hell, I’m not translating that in front of Molly.
Mohinder: Maya - he’s not going to hurt you, OK? Tell Alejandro he’s not going to hurt either of you.
Maya turns and starts talking to Alejandro in Spanish. Sylar meanwhile sidles over to Mohinder.
Sylar: Didn’t I, er - kill him?
Mohinder: Magick Blud.
Sylar: Ohhhh.
Matt and Audrey emerge from the corner.
Matt: OK, I explained everything, and she might actually be able to help you.
Sylar: Really?
Audrey: Yes. If you really want to reform, we can help.
Mohinder: You’re not going to - arrest him or anything?
Audrey: Dr Suresh, can you imagine what my report would look like?
Mohinder: … fair point.
There’s a knock on the door again, and Molly runs to answer it.
Audrey: But as long as you’re controlling your murderous impulses, there’s no reason why you can’t -
Peter: SYLAR!
Everyone spins to see the Petrellis have just walked in the door.
Mohinder: Oh no -
Sylar: PETRELLI!
Peter: WE MEET AGAIN!
Sylar: … WELL NOTICED!
Peter: *sparks up* This time, you will not escape!
Sylar: … you mean, unlike last time, when you exploded?
Peter: ONLY A LITTLE!
Sylar: And I, on the other hand, got rescued by a girl and taken away to an exclusive retreat to be treated at the Company’s expense?
Mohinder: Wasn’t it a hut in a jungle-?
Sylar: SHH MOHINDER.
Peter: Yeah… well… I got looked after by the Company as well! And had someone hot looking after me too!
Nathan: I’d say Adam was more ‘pretty’ than ‘hot’-
Peter: I meant Elle!
Nathan: Oh. (pause) Didn’t she keep electroshocking you?
Peter: SHH NATHAN!
Mohinder: Guys, guys - can you not fight? Or at least, not fight in here? The gravy’s at a very tricky stage.
Sylar glares, but lowers his hands.
Sylar: I guess… since it’s Christmas.
Mohinder: Thank you.
Peter also glares and lowers his hands.
Peter: You’re just lucky the gravy was here.
LATER, they are all sat around opening presents. Nathan’s trying on those flying goggles, Peter’s frowning at a Rubik’s cube while Matt smirks behind his hand, and Molly’s struggling with a heavily-taped present.
Sylar: Here, let me get that -
He TKs it to slice it open.
Molly: Thanks!
Mohinder: *opening latest package* Wow, a scarf! Thanks, Nathan!
Nathan: Don’t mention it - Ma had some leftover curtain fabric.
Molly: Mohinder! We’re out of cakes!
Mohinder: Ah - is that Molly-speak for “Mohinder, bring us more cakes”?
Molly: You’ll miss it when I’m at college!
Mohinder grins and takes the empty plate and heads over to the kitchen. Matt gets up and follows.
Matt: He’s not being that bad, actually.
Mohinder: Actually, he’s not being bad at all. I told you he wanted to change.
Matt: Yeah, well, cut me some slack, you were the only one he was nice to in his serial killer days -
Mohinder: ‘Nice to’?!?!
Matt: You know - nice for him. And he definitely likes you a lot.
Mohinder: Have you been reading our thoughts??
Matt: No - it was actually the mistletoe that’s been following you around all day.
Mohinder looks up and sees some mistletoe hanging directly over him, suspended by TK. He looks around at Sylar, who is staring innocently at a speck on the ceiling.
Matt: Why - are your thoughts interesting?
Mohinder: (quickly) Never you mind.
Matt: Anyway - I read his mind, and there really isn’t any dream or notion of eating brains in there. Well, he’s got some homocidal thoughts towards Maya and occasionally Peter, but let’s face it, who doesn’t?
Mohinder: Exactly.
Matt: So I don’t mind so much leaving you here with him around.
Mohinder: That’s great. Wait - leaving?
Matt: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Audrey’s going back to LA in the new year, and, well - she’s asked me to go with her.
Mohinder: …!
Matt: She says she could get me a job with the FBI down there. Thinks I could do real good in the criminal profiling department, for some reason. And also, she, er, wants to be with me… for some reason.
Mohinder: …….!!
Matt: It’s a great opportunity, Mohinder - and with Air Nathan, I can still come see Molly all the time - I mean, she should really stay here, it would hardly be as good a home for her over there with two busy cops at work most of the day. I’ve already spoken to her about it, and she was sad, but seemed to accept it, as long as she got to be a bridesmaid if we, well, if all goes well.
Mohinder: ………!!!
Matt: … Please say something, Mohinder, you’re only thinking punctuation.
Mohinder: … I’ll miss you.
Matt: I’ll miss you too.
And they hug. A lovely moment, broken only by a cupcake floating off the tray and disappearing into thin air. Matt rolls his eyes.
Matt: Claude!
Claude: (disembodied voice) What?
Matt: House rules! Visibility AND knocking!
Claude: Where’s the fun in that?
Molly’s leapt to her feet, grinning.
Molly: Uncle Claude!
Claude: Hey, Little Miss GPS, where am I?
Molly: Please, you’re by the stove. *footsteps* By the window. *footsteps* Right behind Peter.
Peter: He is? *suddenly jumps about a foot in the air* AAAHH!! Hey, when did you discover I was that ticklish?
Claude: I told you you should punch your brother, didn’t I?
Peter shoots a wounded glare at Nathan. Sylar’s eyes, meanwhile, have lit up.
Sylar: You’re… ticklish?
Peter: Oh yeah, really badly. Practically get paralysed when I’m tickled, I can’t stand it. And there was this one time… when I realised I was an utter idiot for telling this to a bad person with TK?
Sylar, grinning, nods slowly.
BACK TO THE FUTURE!
Mohinder: So Matt moved to LA a couple of weeks later, and Sylar moved in shortly after that.
Molly: Papa Mohinder made sure he was doing well in his serial killer support programme before he let him in.
CUT TO: Room with circle of chairs, where Sylar is standing up facing everyone else sitting down.
Sylar: Hi, my name is Sylar, and I’m a serial killer.
People: *chorus* Hi, Sylar.
Sylar: I still haven’t eaten Peter Petrelli’s brain.
Everyone applauds politely.
Elle: Big deal, I bet you wouldn’t find much in there anyway-
Group co-ordinator: Elle, you wait your turn.
Elle rolls her eyes and crackles electricity in her hands.
BACK TO THE SURESH APARTMENT!
Mohinder: … and so, that’s how this whole crazy set-up came into being.
Lyle: Wow.
Molly: I know, my family project is going to be really interesting this year.
Lyle: No, I just never imagined Peter Petrelli to be that ticklish.
Sylar: Oh no, he really is, watch -
Peter: No, no-!
He’s suddenly wracked with paralysing giggles as he’s tickled mercilessly by some unseen force. Everyone watches as he giggles so much he falls off the sofa, and continues shaking on the floor.
Lyle: *raising eyebrows* Huh.
Nathan: Please don’t break my little brother.
Sylar: Fine, fine…
Sylar looks away, and Peter stops giggling, and just lies still on the floor.
Nathan: You ‘kay, Pete?
Pete mumbles something incoherently.
Nathan: He’s fine.
THE END!
Episode 3 will be coming soon!
PS: OMG
mylla THANK YOU FOR THE ICON.