Strain 221

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"Strain 221"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, Luke, Arthur, Peter, Nathan, Claire, Hiro...etc

The debriefing isn't as bad as Mohinder had been anticipating the entire ride home.  Oh, Arthur isn't happy, but considering the loss of everyone's powers into the scenario and Sylar's temporary death, he lets it go.  "Doctor, if that bloody shirt ends up being a waste

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The slam of the shades makes Mohinder stir groggily. He reaches blindly for Sylar as he does most mornings until the idea that getting up and using the bathroom is a good idea. He's already got equations and formulae in his head, strands of DNA helixes twining with his synapses. "Oh, all right. All right. I'm up."

Mohinder flops onto his side and drags himself to his feet and into the bathroom. The shower runs for longer than usual. The transformation from sleepy professor to clinical scientist is complete when the door opens. "You still look tired, jaan. Stay in bed. I'm going to start the lab work on Claire's blood."

((Ooc: oddly enough that works for me. I'll be gone all Saturday and Sunday morning. Have a safe trip though! I should be able respond periodically but like you, no guarantees.))

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Mohinder's smile dropped. Offering the man a sedative would only work so long as he kept the sedative pumping. He wasn't sure how Sylar would even take him offering it, but he had to. Lighting on the edge of the bed, knees apart and hands clasped between them, Mohinder pushed his smile back up. "I could give you a drip. Something to relax you."

The man had been dead just a short time ago, however. Perhaps that was sleep enough?

((OOC: Just to ze beach!))

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"Well, if come with me to the lab then. Or take a shower first." Mohinder kisses Sylar's forehead and as he leaves the room, glances over his shoulder before shutting the door. He lingers outside, listening for movement or breathing perhaps. Just wanting to stay. But they have to earn their keep somehow.

((OOC: Oh, I will be back in 2ish hours. Blah.))

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By that point, Mohinder had already cut up his shirt and had pieces of it sitting in bathes of solvent. He doesn't notice Sylar's there, engrossed as always in his work. He's already getting some positive results.

"You can always tell when he's happy," Luke says, sitting beside Sylar on the table. The growl does nothing to him. "He starts humming those weird songs of his. My mom use to hum like that after she got laid."

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"Hey, not my call. The good doctor told me to keep myself out of trouble for today." Which doesn't mean annoying the hell out of Sylar, but he's something of the coolest person in the world to Luke. Seventeen year olds are usually over that 'annoy because you like them' mentality. Luke's got no social skills, even though he's currently copying the way that Sylar sits.

He doesn't like himself so he tries to be someone, anyone, else. Sylar's pretty fucking awesome in his book.

"I kinda like this science shit. I mean it's either this or become some sideshow reject. 'Gather 'round kids and see the human popcorn machine!'"

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Luke just laughs, and it's actually a rather happy laugh. He likes any and all conversation with Sylar, even if it's about to turn a bit ugly. "Suresh huh? Aren't you two fucking?"

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Poor little thing just laughs, even as he winces and whines. "Oww...oww...God, how the hell do you do that? It's awesome." Grinning up at Sylar, Luke holds his hands up in a sign of peace, groaning just a little. "All right, all right man, sorry."

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"Luke!"

Mohinder has no idea what happened, not in the slightest, but he needs an extra pair of eyes. "Comin' Doc!" Luke grins at Sylar as he passes and goes to stand by Mohinder. Luke's actually a bit taller. "Your boyfriend's here."

Mohinder turns to glance over his shoulder and waves Sylar over. "Safety goggles, let's not be foolish. Luke, gloves please."