He nodded slowly and then took a long look around. "I think I know what I have to do."
Just then, Samuel sat down next to Mohinder, leaning his back against the Indian's shoulder. "Fancy meeting you here," he said in that casually sultry way.
The Indian scooted left a few inches to get away, but Samuel followed him and swung his legs around, sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the doctor. "And what are we discussing, gentlemen?"
"Just discussing how much I'm looking forward to seeing your name come up next Lottery, Sully. You're about due, aren't you? How many times you think they've pulled your card for all those assaults? They're going to have to find a pretty sick minded patron for anyone to want to spend any cash on you," Sylar sneered, his whole body going rigid.
"Oh, you mean like you?" Sully asked, smiling sweetly. "Word on the street is you've cleared out quite a few specials. Now, being a man who enjoys collecting specials, that's offensive to me. What say you, Doctor Suresh?"
Mohinder lifted a brow and then shrugged his shoulders. "Personally I find anyone offensive if they want to collect abilities in any sort of way. People are people no matter what."
Samuel smiled slowly at Mohinder, then draped his arm over the doctor's bony shoulders and smiled at Sylar. "I could learn a lot from you, Dr. Suresh!" he proclaimed.
Sylar looked at Mohinder incredulously. "You'll clock me in the face, but you just sit there next to this slimy bastard?"
It was disgusting. Mohinder wasn't honestly entertaining the idea, was he...? No. Not possible, but still, it was disgusting to watch.
And he was not the type to do that, just sit by. He stood, putting his hands on the table to lean in toward Samuel. "You are going to get up and leave this table, Mr. Sullivan, and then you are going to leave Doctor Suresh and me alone for the rest of your brief duration in this facility.
"If you don't, I'm not going to wait for the Games to see your brains plastered across the ground. Attractive as terrakinesis sounds, I'm not going to have much of a real shot at it, anyway."
"Do you think I want him touching me?" Mohinder asked, incredulous. He was shrugging his shoulder, trying to get Samuel's arm off, but he couldn't scoot any further or he'd fall off the bench!
"Such big fancy talk for a neutered killer," said Sully. He kept his arm tight on Suresh, mainly for a display of control. "I do believe the good Doctor would protest to you staking claim on him. He's a man. A human being. Nobody owns him, not even I. Just want to have a man to man talk with him about his future in these walls
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Sylar did his best to struggle against the two goons with out drawing too much attention. He doubted he'd end up in the shu again, so close to the Lottery drawing, as solitary made for bad TV, but until he could squirm free there was little he could do against two larger inmates.
Then Mohinder had his hand in a vice grip around Samuel's family jewels and a grin lit up the brunette's face. He stopped fighting for a moment, just to watch the beautiful scene, and the unexpected lack of tension surprised the men trying to hold him. In a quick moment he'd slid free of one, and shoved the other against the table, taking Mohinder's cue and kneeing him where it counted.
That got him his other arm back, and he backed quickly to the wall of a support pillar, where he could see Mohinder, and couldn't be snuck up on. "Watch yourself, Sully," he called over, gleefully. "I don't like to mention it much, but Suresh is one of the few men to best me. He's no helpless little fish."
Sully watched Sylar take care of his men and decided instantly to back off. Mohinder's tightly clenched hand on his junk helped that decision, too. "Alright alright!" he said quickly. "Okay. Let go. No trouble here. None at all."
There was a quiver in his voice that Mohinder reveled in, very slowly letting go of the man's privates and leaning back. "Good. Do not approach me again. And if you touch either of us, we'll be the last thing you try to take advantage of." He was feeding off of Sylar's cockiness and the power that came with being in control wasn't lost on him.
Mohinder watched closely as Samuel rose up and limped over to his men, who were allowing Sylar to walk back without more trouble. They wanted to be in the games, too, but weren't about to get thrown into the Shu over this bullshit.
Sylar laughed, full of mirth, and sat back down at their table after a moment, once he was sure the threat had evaporated. He gave Mohinder a light slap on the shoulder, then tucked into the last remaining bites of his burger.
"There's the Mohinder Suresh I remember, crafty bastard," he was grinning though, remembering with fondness the couple times the young doctor had lured him in to a sense of confidence and control, then turned the tables with little more than tea, or a security camera.
He rolled his eyes when Sylar clapped his shoulder. "I'm not a bastard, but I am quite crafty." That, he could be proud of!
He finished off his food and then pushed his tray aside, watching Sylar. "We make a good team, though, I cannot deny that. Perhaps we should spend our yard time privately forming some plans."
"We actually do," Sylar agreed. "When we're working toward a common purpose. I think eventually we'll both be able to work our way to the outside. Maybe we ought to see if we can't find Peter, then. Turn this whole monstrous system on its ear."
"I like the way you're thinking." Mohinder smiled despite his dislike for Sylar as a human being, and nodded firmly.
Not a moment later did a voice come over the intercom saying that their mealtime was over, and they were to head to their cells for some downtime.
Mohinder got rid of his tray and went through the motions, heading towards his 'home'. But he was stunned when a guard stopped him, a firm hand on his chest. "You two," the guard said, motioning to him and Sylar, and then motioning to Sylar's cell.
"I beg your pardon?"
"The warden has readjusted the cells. We've already moved your shit," the guard explained. "You'll find it in a pile on the floor in your new cell. You're with him now."
Sylar feign perfect ignorance. "What? Why? The German has some problem with him?"
"No, genius," the guard sneered. "Clem's back in gen pop, as of tomorrow morning. Guess he wanted a cellmate big enough to keep you from coming after him to finish the job."
"I...I am not rooming with Sylar!" Mohinder said, aghast.
"You don't have a choice, If you're not in there in one minute I'm beating your ass," the guard threatened. He pointed to the cell until Mohinder headed that way, shoulders drooping.
The Indian stepped into Sylar's cell and let out a deep sigh at his things, piled on the floor. Such a small space to share with his father's killer.
Sylar followed, leaning in the door way and giving Mohinder an attempt at a sympathetic expression. "Well... better the demon you know, I suppose. There should be room for your things, though, I don't take up much space."
Indeed, other than his toiletries and grooming products, about the only thing Sylar owned was a copy of "Pillars of the Earth", a set of charcoal sticks, and a book of sketch paper.
Mohinder scooped up his things and set them on the bottom bunk, which was vacant. He sat there on the thin mattress and rubbed his face. This was just great. Just typical.
The door closed to keep them in their cell and Mohinder looked up at Sylar. "I'm never going to escape you, am I?"
"At this point, I think it's fate, dear Doctor," Sylar gave him an enigmatic smile and leaned himself against the wall, in the short space across from the Indian. "So... in the five years I've been wasting away in here, what have you been up to, out there?"
Just then, Samuel sat down next to Mohinder, leaning his back against the Indian's shoulder. "Fancy meeting you here," he said in that casually sultry way.
The Indian scooted left a few inches to get away, but Samuel followed him and swung his legs around, sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the doctor. "And what are we discussing, gentlemen?"
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Mohinder lifted a brow and then shrugged his shoulders. "Personally I find anyone offensive if they want to collect abilities in any sort of way. People are people no matter what."
Samuel smiled slowly at Mohinder, then draped his arm over the doctor's bony shoulders and smiled at Sylar. "I could learn a lot from you, Dr. Suresh!" he proclaimed.
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It was disgusting. Mohinder wasn't honestly entertaining the idea, was he...? No. Not possible, but still, it was disgusting to watch.
And he was not the type to do that, just sit by. He stood, putting his hands on the table to lean in toward Samuel. "You are going to get up and leave this table, Mr. Sullivan, and then you are going to leave Doctor Suresh and me alone for the rest of your brief duration in this facility.
"If you don't, I'm not going to wait for the Games to see your brains plastered across the ground. Attractive as terrakinesis sounds, I'm not going to have much of a real shot at it, anyway."
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"Such big fancy talk for a neutered killer," said Sully. He kept his arm tight on Suresh, mainly for a display of control. "I do believe the good Doctor would protest to you staking claim on him. He's a man. A human being. Nobody owns him, not even I. Just want to have a man to man talk with him about his future in these walls ( ... )
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Then Mohinder had his hand in a vice grip around Samuel's family jewels and a grin lit up the brunette's face. He stopped fighting for a moment, just to watch the beautiful scene, and the unexpected lack of tension surprised the men trying to hold him. In a quick moment he'd slid free of one, and shoved the other against the table, taking Mohinder's cue and kneeing him where it counted.
That got him his other arm back, and he backed quickly to the wall of a support pillar, where he could see Mohinder, and couldn't be snuck up on. "Watch yourself, Sully," he called over, gleefully. "I don't like to mention it much, but Suresh is one of the few men to best me. He's no helpless little fish."
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There was a quiver in his voice that Mohinder reveled in, very slowly letting go of the man's privates and leaning back. "Good. Do not approach me again. And if you touch either of us, we'll be the last thing you try to take advantage of." He was feeding off of Sylar's cockiness and the power that came with being in control wasn't lost on him.
Mohinder watched closely as Samuel rose up and limped over to his men, who were allowing Sylar to walk back without more trouble. They wanted to be in the games, too, but weren't about to get thrown into the Shu over this bullshit.
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"There's the Mohinder Suresh I remember, crafty bastard," he was grinning though, remembering with fondness the couple times the young doctor had lured him in to a sense of confidence and control, then turned the tables with little more than tea, or a security camera.
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He finished off his food and then pushed his tray aside, watching Sylar. "We make a good team, though, I cannot deny that. Perhaps we should spend our yard time privately forming some plans."
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Not a moment later did a voice come over the intercom saying that their mealtime was over, and they were to head to their cells for some downtime.
Mohinder got rid of his tray and went through the motions, heading towards his 'home'. But he was stunned when a guard stopped him, a firm hand on his chest. "You two," the guard said, motioning to him and Sylar, and then motioning to Sylar's cell.
"I beg your pardon?"
"The warden has readjusted the cells. We've already moved your shit," the guard explained. "You'll find it in a pile on the floor in your new cell. You're with him now."
Mohinder looked at Sylar.
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"No, genius," the guard sneered. "Clem's back in gen pop, as of tomorrow morning. Guess he wanted a cellmate big enough to keep you from coming after him to finish the job."
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"You don't have a choice, If you're not in there in one minute I'm beating your ass," the guard threatened. He pointed to the cell until Mohinder headed that way, shoulders drooping.
The Indian stepped into Sylar's cell and let out a deep sigh at his things, piled on the floor. Such a small space to share with his father's killer.
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Indeed, other than his toiletries and grooming products, about the only thing Sylar owned was a copy of "Pillars of the Earth", a set of charcoal sticks, and a book of sketch paper.
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The door closed to keep them in their cell and Mohinder looked up at Sylar. "I'm never going to escape you, am I?"
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