Heroes, "Petrelli Land" Peter/Claire, chapter 10 update
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 11/17
Characters/Pairings: Mainly Peter/Claire, Mohinder/Gabriel(Sylar), Matt/Audrey, Isaac/Simone, Claude/Meredith mentioned
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
NEW NOTES: I thought this chapter was too short, so I combined it with the next chapter slated on my outline. Now this means the story is going to be one chapter shorter.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Matt gives Claire bad news, and Peter must convince Mohinder about his reality-changing powers to prevent more deaths from Sylar.
[ Previous Chapters]
Chapter Ten
Peter threw his head back against the stopped elevator and heavily sighed. “I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how Gabriel Gray can walk around appearing innocent, and just as Sylar appears, no one even suspects him.”
Rena said nothing, but Peter supposed she knew the answer that he probably didn’t want to hear.
He turned to her. “Look, I get that he knows who I am. He seems to be the only one who remembers the world before the explosion, am I right?” Rena nodded. “So that’s the offset of using these abilities. I make everyone happy, and to balance it Sylar is stripped of everything he has done. I just don’t see how that’s a bad thing.” He furrowed his brow. “He has a new life with a clean identity. I’m the only one who knows his true self, but in the end I’ve given him a second chance.”
“He doesn’t want that second chance, Peter. He wants to be who he was. You can’t take away his hunger for power because you think it’s right. You may think it’s better this way, but he feels he’s lost something. He’s lost a lot, and he’s returning to his true nature to revert it all back.” Peter looked distressed, but Rena continued. “None of these people really asked for you to change the world. Your empathy just reached into their hearts, took their desires and painted a picture of them.
“In Sylar’s case, you must have reached really deep within him. I believe there is a small part of him that wanted to be good, that wanted to be normal. But there’s a greater part of him that has tainted that pure desire and made him into the terrible man he enjoys being. All of us are capable of good, but in Sylar’s case, that chance is over for him. But with these powers, you forced it, and it broke him into separate parts, a Gabriel Gray who is the cordial assistant of Mohinder Suresh, and then there’s the other part, Sylar, who has become nothing but a shadowy villain, fading into the background as an urban myth. However, like any scary story, there’s still power there, and in this reality, Sylar’s knowledge of this changed world brings out the residual energy of his misdeeds to the surface. He may have a second chance, but as you’ve clearly seen, he won’t take it, and he’s starting to blend the two mindsets together again.”
“That seals it then? Because Sylar’s darker personality was so dominant he was immune to my changes,” Peter surmised. Rena nodded at his observation. “Then, I really have no choice now.”
Rena looked at him, and her expression indicated that she understood his thoughts. “Yes, it’s time you set things right, Peter.”
Peter rubbed his temples from the stress and felt the pain well up inside of him. He knew what this meant. “I have to tell Mohinder about his assistant. I need his help. If he doesn’t help me, I’m going to have to turn this world back and Claire…” His voice trailed off into a sob. “I’ll have to take everything away and make it right again.”
“You may not have to,” Rena said soothingly, but her foreboding tone meant otherwise. “If you stop Sylar, you may have a chance to keep this world.”
Peter shook his head. “I don’t believe it. I think I finally understand the purpose of balance in this power.” He lifted his hand and stared at his palm. He clenched his hand, and he felt the remnants of Rena’s powers swirling inside his core. “You were right all along.” He looked at her sympathetically. “These powers are more dangerous than I would have ever imagined.”
“Yes,” she answered simply. Suddenly, Peter felt the elevator start to move again. The lights went on, and he was back outside his consciousness. Rena was still there, at least for the moment. “Take care in telling Mohinder, Peter. I have a feeling he might not be so willing to hear your explanation.”
Peter looked ahead as the elevator door chimed open. “I know,” he said grimly, and he walked forward, leaving her behind when he knew she would return to the inside his mind.
--
Claire was pacing back in forth in their suite, chewing on her nails. She was so nervous. Peter was out there, exposed to Sylar and his evil schemes, and Simone still hadn’t shown up yet to their suite. Something felt terribly wrong, and Claire knew it would only get worse.
Claire jumped abruptly as the phone unexpectedly rang and cut through the tense silence. She ran over, hoping it was Peter to check up on Simone and confirm that he was still alright. Instead, her hopes were ruined when she heard Matt Parkman’s distressed voice.
“Claire, I need to speak to Peter. It’s urgent!” Matt insisted.
“Um, he’s not here Matt. He went to Mohinder for advice on Sylar,” Claire answered, and Matt made a noise of exasperation on the other line.
“This is not good at all. Claire, there’s been a couple more murders. We found Isaac’s body. He was dumped in an alley, and his head… well, it was certainly Sylar’s doing,” Matt said.
“Which means he can paint the future and see us coming now,” Claire said, but she took a moment to mourn Isaac’s death. He was really becoming a good friend to Peter once they moved on from the Simone business. Now Claire was really worried for Simone and what could be taking her so long.
“That’s not the worst news. The other death that was reported was a woman named Candace Wilmer. She had a particularly interesting ability,” he said with a quick pause. Claire hated the suspense, but Matt continued. “Claire, you need to warn Peter. Sylar has Candace’s ability to make illusions. He could potentially make you see anything you want.”
Claire gasped. “I understand. We have to get everyone together and maybe appeal to Nathan. You have to call him, Matt. You have to convince him as president for more help. Peter tried calling him, but he didn’t seem to believe this was a pressing issue.”
“I understand,” Matt said, sounding more worried than ever.
“I’ll call Peter and tell him about Sylar’s new power. You and Audrey be careful out there,” Claire replied with concern.
His voice was somber and barely above a whisper before he clicked off. “We will, Claire. You guys too.”
--
Peter flew through the sky toward Mohinder’s lab, and he felt sort of awkward exposing his powers in the open. His anxiety soon disappeared when he focused on the important task at hand. He didn’t have time to worry about how he adjusted to this world when murders were happening and Sylar was on the loose.
He touched down at the front of the building of Mohinder’s lab downtown by Kirby Plaza. President Nathan Petrelli had let Mohinder set up in a building downtown, and Peter saw why Mohinder chose the place. It was a serendipitous location, and it once brought all the heroes together against Sylar as Peter struggled with his dangerous nuclear powers.
He came to the front of the building and looked up. He remembered Mohinder telling him his lab was on the seventh floor, so instead of dealing with elevators again, Peter shot up off his feet and leapt to the balcony of the suite. He landed and surprised the doctor, who was gazing at the sky and drinking hot tea.
“Peter, what a pleasant surprise! I see you didn’t waste time using your powers in public,” Mohinder teased, but when he saw Peter’s expression, his mood changed. “What’s the matter?”
“Mohinder, we don’t have much time,” Peter said, rushing past him and doing a quick look around the lab. “Where’s your assistant?”
“He’s not here today; he called in sick,” Mohinder said with confusion. “Peter, what’s this all about?”
Peter’s anxiety seemed to lessen only slightly, but he shot Mohinder a stern glare. “Sylar is back, and murders are happening all over again.”
A little color drained from the geneticist’s face. “Impossible. Sylar is dead.”
“Isaac is missing, and Matt Parkman called me to tell me he’s seeing the murders all over again, in the same way as Sylar used to kill! It has to be him!” Peter said frantically. Mohinder stood back and rested against the doorframe of the balcony with horror.
“No… this can’t be. It’s not a copycat, is it?” Mohinder theorized. Peter shook his head.
“I’m very certain it’s Sylar, so certain you’re not going to like whom I suspect.” Peter saw Mohinder swallow hard, as if he already knew where Peter was going.
“My assistant. That’s why you asked about him,” Mohinder said. “I just can’t believe it.”
“Gabriel Gray is Sylar; he always has been, and you knew it once too. I know it’s hard to believe, but somehow the correlation between Sylar and Gabriel Gray was severed, and I know exactly why,” Peter said, and Mohinder looked at him with extreme suspicion. “It’s because of me, Mohinder. I have a power that changes things…”
“You can’t be serious. What sort of power? Are you sure you’re not still unstable from the explosion? You’ve had a lot of serious mental side effects…”
Peter raged at him, “No! I’m perfectly fine! I changed reality! That’s what I can do.” Peter came up to him wildly, and Mohinder fell back, giving him room to talk but still cautious of Peter’s behavior. “You have to believe me, Mohinder. Just hear me out, okay?”
“Okay, Peter. I’ll hear you out. Just calm down,” Mohinder said soothingly, but Peter wasn’t sure the doctor was really convinced of his complete recovery. He had to explain to him the mental instability that everyone’s thought of him was a consequence of this power. He hoped that Mohinder could understand. Whether or not he changed this world back would depend upon the doctor believing his testimony so he could help him.
“Look, I know you may think this is crazy, but think of the world we live in, Doctor. Everyone has strange powers. People can fly and go back and forth through time. People can read minds, and with everyone I encounter, I receive their powers too.” Peter paused and let out a ragged sigh. “After the explosion, I was found in a fisher’s net in the ocean. I came back home with my memory shaky but many of my powers were gone. I was washed free of all my powers and started with a clean slate. Nathan and my mother picked me up, and I began to recover at home. However, I found out Sylar was still alive, and after doing a few drawings of the future, I realized I had to stop him again. I had to finish things, even without all of my abilities.” Peter waited for a moment to gauge Mohinder’s reaction.
The doctor was fascinated, and his silence indicated that Peter should continue. “You came with me to find him and so did Claire, and one of the people he was attacking was a woman named Rena Slade. She had reality bending abilities, but they were taking a toll on her life. She came to me in a vision and pleaded me to get to her before Sylar did, for if Sylar had her powers, the world would be in terrible danger. Well, I did get her powers before he did, but I couldn’t control them.” Peter ran a hand through his hair, feeling liberated that his story was finally getting off his chest. He only hoped that Mohinder believed him. “And after that, the world changed from the powers. When I woke up, I was here. Claire was my fiancée and my brother was president. Sylar was dead and gone, but then he shows up as your assistant, and I’m the only one that knows of his past. Everyone seemed happy, and I wasn’t going to do anything to change the world back, but then the murders started, and now I need to make things right.”
Mohinder didn’t say anything, but he gaped at Peter as if it was all too much information for him to handle.
Peter looked at him pleadingly. “So, do you believe me? Will you help me against Sylar?”
Mohinder’s lip quivered. “I don’t understand. What evidence do you have that Sylar is my assistant, other than what’s in your mind? What evidence can you give me that you have these powers?”
“I don’t have much evidence, very little if any. I need you to come with me to find Gabriel, and if he’s innocent and can prove differently, we’ll let him appeal his case and I’ll leave him be.”
“I…I don’t know, Peter. It all seems unreal,” Mohinder stammered.
“Alright, if that doesn’t totally convince you, look at this,” Peter said. Mohinder’s eyes widened as he watched Peter close his eyes.
Peter willed himself to feel empty. He called on Rena’s image, felt her suffering when she died, and tapped into the swirling power that hid deep within his core. He felt a tendril of it whisk over his brain, and he grabbed onto it. He put a thought in motion, and he showed Mohinder what he could do. He thought he’d give Mohinder another desire that he had always wanted.
Peter opened his eyes and gasped. The weight of the power fell over him, and he felt some of his energy fade. Feeling dizzy and tired, he knew what Rena meant when she said the powers zapped at a person’s life force. He forced himself to recover and he wobbled on his legs as he met Mohinder’s surprised face. Peter felt sweat drip down his forehead, and he panted as he regained his breath.
“Now, try picking up that table over there,” Peter said. Mohinder shot him an odd look of disbelief. “Trust me,” Peter pleaded.
Hesitantly, Mohinder followed his orders, and as he put his hands under the table, his mouth dropped. “Why, it feels like I’m picking up a feather!” And in a burst of momentum, the geneticist picked up the table as if it was nothing and lifted it over his head.
Peter smiled quickly and wiped the blood that had dripped down his nose. “Now will you give me a chance?”
Mohinder put the table back down, and Peter saw that he didn’t have to convince him any more.
“Let’s go find Gabriel,” he said, but Peter could feel the trepidation and regret in the man’s voice.
Chapter Eleven
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 11/17
Characters/Pairings: Mainly Peter/Claire, Mohinder/Gabriel(Sylar), Matt/Audrey, Isaac/Simone, Claude/Meredith mentioned
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
NEW NOTES: I thought this chapter was too short, so I combined it with the next chapter slated on my outline. Now this means the story is going to be one chapter shorter.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Matt gives Claire bad news, and Peter must convince Mohinder about his reality-changing powers to prevent more deaths from Sylar.
[ Previous Chapters]
Chapter Ten
Peter threw his head back against the stopped elevator and heavily sighed. “I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how Gabriel Gray can walk around appearing innocent, and just as Sylar appears, no one even suspects him.”
Rena said nothing, but Peter supposed she knew the answer that he probably didn’t want to hear.
He turned to her. “Look, I get that he knows who I am. He seems to be the only one who remembers the world before the explosion, am I right?” Rena nodded. “So that’s the offset of using these abilities. I make everyone happy, and to balance it Sylar is stripped of everything he has done. I just don’t see how that’s a bad thing.” He furrowed his brow. “He has a new life with a clean identity. I’m the only one who knows his true self, but in the end I’ve given him a second chance.”
“He doesn’t want that second chance, Peter. He wants to be who he was. You can’t take away his hunger for power because you think it’s right. You may think it’s better this way, but he feels he’s lost something. He’s lost a lot, and he’s returning to his true nature to revert it all back.” Peter looked distressed, but Rena continued. “None of these people really asked for you to change the world. Your empathy just reached into their hearts, took their desires and painted a picture of them.
“In Sylar’s case, you must have reached really deep within him. I believe there is a small part of him that wanted to be good, that wanted to be normal. But there’s a greater part of him that has tainted that pure desire and made him into the terrible man he enjoys being. All of us are capable of good, but in Sylar’s case, that chance is over for him. But with these powers, you forced it, and it broke him into separate parts, a Gabriel Gray who is the cordial assistant of Mohinder Suresh, and then there’s the other part, Sylar, who has become nothing but a shadowy villain, fading into the background as an urban myth. However, like any scary story, there’s still power there, and in this reality, Sylar’s knowledge of this changed world brings out the residual energy of his misdeeds to the surface. He may have a second chance, but as you’ve clearly seen, he won’t take it, and he’s starting to blend the two mindsets together again.”
“That seals it then? Because Sylar’s darker personality was so dominant he was immune to my changes,” Peter surmised. Rena nodded at his observation. “Then, I really have no choice now.”
Rena looked at him, and her expression indicated that she understood his thoughts. “Yes, it’s time you set things right, Peter.”
Peter rubbed his temples from the stress and felt the pain well up inside of him. He knew what this meant. “I have to tell Mohinder about his assistant. I need his help. If he doesn’t help me, I’m going to have to turn this world back and Claire…” His voice trailed off into a sob. “I’ll have to take everything away and make it right again.”
“You may not have to,” Rena said soothingly, but her foreboding tone meant otherwise. “If you stop Sylar, you may have a chance to keep this world.”
Peter shook his head. “I don’t believe it. I think I finally understand the purpose of balance in this power.” He lifted his hand and stared at his palm. He clenched his hand, and he felt the remnants of Rena’s powers swirling inside his core. “You were right all along.” He looked at her sympathetically. “These powers are more dangerous than I would have ever imagined.”
“Yes,” she answered simply. Suddenly, Peter felt the elevator start to move again. The lights went on, and he was back outside his consciousness. Rena was still there, at least for the moment. “Take care in telling Mohinder, Peter. I have a feeling he might not be so willing to hear your explanation.”
Peter looked ahead as the elevator door chimed open. “I know,” he said grimly, and he walked forward, leaving her behind when he knew she would return to the inside his mind.
--
Claire was pacing back in forth in their suite, chewing on her nails. She was so nervous. Peter was out there, exposed to Sylar and his evil schemes, and Simone still hadn’t shown up yet to their suite. Something felt terribly wrong, and Claire knew it would only get worse.
Claire jumped abruptly as the phone unexpectedly rang and cut through the tense silence. She ran over, hoping it was Peter to check up on Simone and confirm that he was still alright. Instead, her hopes were ruined when she heard Matt Parkman’s distressed voice.
“Claire, I need to speak to Peter. It’s urgent!” Matt insisted.
“Um, he’s not here Matt. He went to Mohinder for advice on Sylar,” Claire answered, and Matt made a noise of exasperation on the other line.
“This is not good at all. Claire, there’s been a couple more murders. We found Isaac’s body. He was dumped in an alley, and his head… well, it was certainly Sylar’s doing,” Matt said.
“Which means he can paint the future and see us coming now,” Claire said, but she took a moment to mourn Isaac’s death. He was really becoming a good friend to Peter once they moved on from the Simone business. Now Claire was really worried for Simone and what could be taking her so long.
“That’s not the worst news. The other death that was reported was a woman named Candace Wilmer. She had a particularly interesting ability,” he said with a quick pause. Claire hated the suspense, but Matt continued. “Claire, you need to warn Peter. Sylar has Candace’s ability to make illusions. He could potentially make you see anything you want.”
Claire gasped. “I understand. We have to get everyone together and maybe appeal to Nathan. You have to call him, Matt. You have to convince him as president for more help. Peter tried calling him, but he didn’t seem to believe this was a pressing issue.”
“I understand,” Matt said, sounding more worried than ever.
“I’ll call Peter and tell him about Sylar’s new power. You and Audrey be careful out there,” Claire replied with concern.
His voice was somber and barely above a whisper before he clicked off. “We will, Claire. You guys too.”
--
Peter flew through the sky toward Mohinder’s lab, and he felt sort of awkward exposing his powers in the open. His anxiety soon disappeared when he focused on the important task at hand. He didn’t have time to worry about how he adjusted to this world when murders were happening and Sylar was on the loose.
He touched down at the front of the building of Mohinder’s lab downtown by Kirby Plaza. President Nathan Petrelli had let Mohinder set up in a building downtown, and Peter saw why Mohinder chose the place. It was a serendipitous location, and it once brought all the heroes together against Sylar as Peter struggled with his dangerous nuclear powers.
He came to the front of the building and looked up. He remembered Mohinder telling him his lab was on the seventh floor, so instead of dealing with elevators again, Peter shot up off his feet and leapt to the balcony of the suite. He landed and surprised the doctor, who was gazing at the sky and drinking hot tea.
“Peter, what a pleasant surprise! I see you didn’t waste time using your powers in public,” Mohinder teased, but when he saw Peter’s expression, his mood changed. “What’s the matter?”
“Mohinder, we don’t have much time,” Peter said, rushing past him and doing a quick look around the lab. “Where’s your assistant?”
“He’s not here today; he called in sick,” Mohinder said with confusion. “Peter, what’s this all about?”
Peter’s anxiety seemed to lessen only slightly, but he shot Mohinder a stern glare. “Sylar is back, and murders are happening all over again.”
A little color drained from the geneticist’s face. “Impossible. Sylar is dead.”
“Isaac is missing, and Matt Parkman called me to tell me he’s seeing the murders all over again, in the same way as Sylar used to kill! It has to be him!” Peter said frantically. Mohinder stood back and rested against the doorframe of the balcony with horror.
“No… this can’t be. It’s not a copycat, is it?” Mohinder theorized. Peter shook his head.
“I’m very certain it’s Sylar, so certain you’re not going to like whom I suspect.” Peter saw Mohinder swallow hard, as if he already knew where Peter was going.
“My assistant. That’s why you asked about him,” Mohinder said. “I just can’t believe it.”
“Gabriel Gray is Sylar; he always has been, and you knew it once too. I know it’s hard to believe, but somehow the correlation between Sylar and Gabriel Gray was severed, and I know exactly why,” Peter said, and Mohinder looked at him with extreme suspicion. “It’s because of me, Mohinder. I have a power that changes things…”
“You can’t be serious. What sort of power? Are you sure you’re not still unstable from the explosion? You’ve had a lot of serious mental side effects…”
Peter raged at him, “No! I’m perfectly fine! I changed reality! That’s what I can do.” Peter came up to him wildly, and Mohinder fell back, giving him room to talk but still cautious of Peter’s behavior. “You have to believe me, Mohinder. Just hear me out, okay?”
“Okay, Peter. I’ll hear you out. Just calm down,” Mohinder said soothingly, but Peter wasn’t sure the doctor was really convinced of his complete recovery. He had to explain to him the mental instability that everyone’s thought of him was a consequence of this power. He hoped that Mohinder could understand. Whether or not he changed this world back would depend upon the doctor believing his testimony so he could help him.
“Look, I know you may think this is crazy, but think of the world we live in, Doctor. Everyone has strange powers. People can fly and go back and forth through time. People can read minds, and with everyone I encounter, I receive their powers too.” Peter paused and let out a ragged sigh. “After the explosion, I was found in a fisher’s net in the ocean. I came back home with my memory shaky but many of my powers were gone. I was washed free of all my powers and started with a clean slate. Nathan and my mother picked me up, and I began to recover at home. However, I found out Sylar was still alive, and after doing a few drawings of the future, I realized I had to stop him again. I had to finish things, even without all of my abilities.” Peter waited for a moment to gauge Mohinder’s reaction.
The doctor was fascinated, and his silence indicated that Peter should continue. “You came with me to find him and so did Claire, and one of the people he was attacking was a woman named Rena Slade. She had reality bending abilities, but they were taking a toll on her life. She came to me in a vision and pleaded me to get to her before Sylar did, for if Sylar had her powers, the world would be in terrible danger. Well, I did get her powers before he did, but I couldn’t control them.” Peter ran a hand through his hair, feeling liberated that his story was finally getting off his chest. He only hoped that Mohinder believed him. “And after that, the world changed from the powers. When I woke up, I was here. Claire was my fiancée and my brother was president. Sylar was dead and gone, but then he shows up as your assistant, and I’m the only one that knows of his past. Everyone seemed happy, and I wasn’t going to do anything to change the world back, but then the murders started, and now I need to make things right.”
Mohinder didn’t say anything, but he gaped at Peter as if it was all too much information for him to handle.
Peter looked at him pleadingly. “So, do you believe me? Will you help me against Sylar?”
Mohinder’s lip quivered. “I don’t understand. What evidence do you have that Sylar is my assistant, other than what’s in your mind? What evidence can you give me that you have these powers?”
“I don’t have much evidence, very little if any. I need you to come with me to find Gabriel, and if he’s innocent and can prove differently, we’ll let him appeal his case and I’ll leave him be.”
“I…I don’t know, Peter. It all seems unreal,” Mohinder stammered.
“Alright, if that doesn’t totally convince you, look at this,” Peter said. Mohinder’s eyes widened as he watched Peter close his eyes.
Peter willed himself to feel empty. He called on Rena’s image, felt her suffering when she died, and tapped into the swirling power that hid deep within his core. He felt a tendril of it whisk over his brain, and he grabbed onto it. He put a thought in motion, and he showed Mohinder what he could do. He thought he’d give Mohinder another desire that he had always wanted.
Peter opened his eyes and gasped. The weight of the power fell over him, and he felt some of his energy fade. Feeling dizzy and tired, he knew what Rena meant when she said the powers zapped at a person’s life force. He forced himself to recover and he wobbled on his legs as he met Mohinder’s surprised face. Peter felt sweat drip down his forehead, and he panted as he regained his breath.
“Now, try picking up that table over there,” Peter said. Mohinder shot him an odd look of disbelief. “Trust me,” Peter pleaded.
Hesitantly, Mohinder followed his orders, and as he put his hands under the table, his mouth dropped. “Why, it feels like I’m picking up a feather!” And in a burst of momentum, the geneticist picked up the table as if it was nothing and lifted it over his head.
Peter smiled quickly and wiped the blood that had dripped down his nose. “Now will you give me a chance?”
Mohinder put the table back down, and Peter saw that he didn’t have to convince him any more.
“Let’s go find Gabriel,” he said, but Peter could feel the trepidation and regret in the man’s voice.
Chapter Eleven