Mohinder was dead on his feet when he got back to the apartment. He had slept at some point over the past week, he was sure of it. Molly had had a bad week of it - calling out in her sleep even without waking - and they were almost out of options short of calling in the cavalry ( Read more... )

"It's larger than the apartment back in New York," replied Mohinder, caught up in the remains of an earlier argument, as he unlocked and opened the door ( Read more... )

They had eventually made it back. Mohinder had recognised the Perk - buying coffee and muffins - and heard the muted crash of waves at least once, but otherwise the fog had made the journey more of a mystery than usual. It had largely dissipated as he and Matt climbed up the stairs, each careful to keep the other man in sight. To admit to losing ( Read more... )

Mohinder hadn't been planning to hold office hours today. He'd been talking to Matt on his cell - arranging a time to meet in Virginia, and passing on reassurances regarding Molly - when he stepped out onto the balcony ( Read more... )

Mohinder wondered if all children needed as little sleep as his two recent additions. A week ago he'd been hoping to spend the next few days relaxing and... Well, that hadn't happened, and he'd spent the weekend dosed up with coffee, grateful at the caffiene's return and doing his best to ignore the two sets of eyes that looked equally disapponted ( Read more... )

Monday had lost any hope of quietitude when he'd awoken bleary-eyed - was it possible to get jet-lag from a portal? - and was ambushed by a enthusiastic hug and high-pitched 'Mohinder!' from Molly. She looked a little tired as she stared up at the two adults, saying, "I don't really need to go to school today."

( Scenes from New York )

The insistent bleep of his cell phone had finally woken Mohinder. Reaching for it he flicked the phone open as it went silent. He checked - no message, and no recognisable number - before dropping it on his bed as he headed to the kitchen.

He clattered open cupboards, deciding on toast as something healthier than his last breakfast, and - after ( Read more... )

Mohinder's break had started well.

( Christmas Eve )

It was only supposed to be a temporary relocation. Not unlike the last move, which had led to acquiring a little girl, friends and allies on a mission that, dangerous as it was, looked to last for as he was willing to give it ( Read more... )

Strictly speaking he hadn't taught a class yet, but Mohinder had found his office. Or rather, an empty office which was now his.

Mohinder dropped his laptop case on the desk and set about reorganising the contents of the room. Until a high pitched series of bleeps startled him before resolving themselves into the familiar ring of his cell phone.

( Mohinder gets a phone call, and I talk to myself )