Robot in Training

[medicpetrelli]

The past five months had flown by in a whirlwind of training. Peter was subjected to all sorts of mental and physical exercises, and still his memories hadn't returned. But somehow Mohinder and Elle convinced him to stay on and become an agent with the Company. They taught him how to use his powers correctly, and introduced him to some new specials to grow his arsenal. By the time his training was winding down, Peter was a well-mannered machine of a powerful man. He wore an impeccable suit each day that the Company provided him, and showed up promptly at eight a.m. as instructed. The nearby apartment they'd given him was definitely a large step up from cell he'd been sequestered to, even if he didn't get to see Mohinder much. The strict rules of the Company frowned upon interoffice relationships, anyways, so he did his best not to flirt with the Doctor these days. He wasn't even letting his hair grow out; keeping it neatly cut as it'd been when he was found. Peter was a model Company agent, and each day he forced himself to ignore that empty hole in his heart which longed for a different life that he couldn't remember. If he knew who Arthur Petrelli was, he'd think he was becoming his father.

Today, he showed up at Mohinder's office in one of those perfect grey suits, eager for his new assignment. Apparently, they'd be helping a young man named Luke train to be an agent. "Morning, Mohinder," Peter said courteously.