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I'm new here - I just started writing this the other day, and it's been going down well on my LJ, so I thought I'd post it here. Inspired and greatly helped by the crazy people on the HoYay boards on Television Without Pity, I present - Sylinder the Sitcom.
Title: Sylinder the Sitcom, episode 1
Words: 2,969
Rating: PG for hints dropped
Warnings: Unstable levels of crack
Summery: AU - Mohinder, Sylar and Molly are all living together, and trying to manage in a domestic setting.
Notes: In script form. Also, most of this was written in a strange mood. I apologise.
Pilot
Our show opens on an alarm clock, and beyond it, Mohinder and Sylar sleeping, Sylar’s arm round Mohinder.
We swiftly cut to the same alarm clock in the Bennet household, with Lyle sleeping behind it. It starts to bleep, and he pulls his duvet over his head.
It also starts to bleep in the Mylar apartment. Sylar’s eyes fly open, he glares at it, and TK’s it against the wall, where it smashes.
Mohinder: *eyes still closed* Did you just smash another alarm clock?
Sylar: … No.
Mohinder: That’s the third one this week.
Sylar: It’s alright for you, you don’t have super-hearing.
Mohinder: There IS a snooze button, you know.
Molly: *outside door* Mohinder! Can we have waffles?
Sylar: Why can’t she have a snooze button?
Molly: MOHINDER!
Mohinder: OK, Molly, I’m just coming…
Mohinder staggers out of bed while Sylar pulls the pillow over his head and burrows deeper into the duvet.
Meanwhile, at the Bennet household, everyone is bustling around busy packing up to move on again. Lyle is putting stuff into boxes in his room when Mr Muggles appears in the doorway, and eyes him malevolently.
Back at the Sureshes, Molly’s happily eating pancakes when Mohinder goes to try to get Sylar out of bed.
Mohinder: Come on, you have to get up. It’s Molly’s Parent-Teacher conference today.
Sylar: Snnnnnrrff. (or other go-away-comfy-want-to-sleep noises)
Mohinder: I think it’s the least you can do to go, considering why her REAL parents can’t go…
Sylar: Hey, you already used the serial killer excuse this month!
Meanwhile, at the Bennets, Lyle has gone out to retrieve something and returns to find Mr Muggles sitting on his pillow, looking very smug.
Lyle: What - ew! Mum, Mr Muggles peed on my pillow!!
Sandra: Oh shoot! And I already packed his toilet paper!
Lyle: I wanted to have it in the car!
Sandra: Just use your other one!
Lyle: I don’t have another one, you gave it to Mr Muggles! I got THIS one from a garage sale!
Sandra: Then go out and get another one! What’s the fuss about?
Lyle leaves to go and buy another pillow. Meanwhile, Claire is trying to decide which of her five luxury pillows to take in the car.
Back at the Sureshes:
Mohinder: Eat up your pancakes, Molly - Sylar, hurry up!
Sylar: *padding out of the bedroom in barefeet* Molly, help Uncle Sylar find his socks.
Molly: I can’t find things that aren’t alive, remember?
Mohinder: I don’t know whether that’ll be a problem, he’s resisted me washing them long enough.
As Sylar glares, the doorbell rings, and Mohinder runs to answer it.
Mohinder: Oh - hi Maya! Oh, more chile-quiles, you shouldn’t have…
Maya: Are you all right, Mohinder? Your hair’s a bit more rampant than usual.
Mohinder: Oh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.
Sylar: I can’t find my socks.
Mohinder: Well, there’s that.
Molly: Papa Mohinder’s scared because today is Parent-Teacher Conference day and it’s the first time he’s taking Uncle Sylar instead of Matt.
Mohinder: Well, yes, that too…
Maya: Your socks are on the branches of the tree outside, along with a pair of your pants. I saw them from my window. How did they get there?
Sylar and Mohinder exchange guilty looks.
Molly: It was probably one of their special nighttime games.
Mohinder: *relieved* Yes, that was it.
Sylar: *grinning* Mohinder won for once.
Mohinder: ANYWAY, we need to get going in a minute -
Sylar: *TKing the socks back to his hands* Honestly, Mohinder, calm down. It’s going to be fine. And even if it isn’t, well, the teacher’s easily dealt with…
Mohinder: *eyeroll* NO, Sylar.
Molly: I’d rather you didn’t. I like Miss Gould.
Mohinder: Exactly.
Molly: And she likes Mohinder.
Sylar: WHAT?
Mohinder: (hurriedly) We should really be going - grab your things, Molly - thanks for the chile-quiles, Maya!
As they pile out of the front door, Sylar still not looking very happy, we cut back to the Bennets -
- where Lyle comes in the front door to find the house empty. His family has left without him. He looks around, then puts the pillow on the floor and sits on it.
~~~ OPENING CREDITS!! ~~~
Mohinder, Sylar and Molly hang around outside the classroom, waiting to go in and see Molly’s teacher. Mohinder is fretting, checking his jacket is hanging properly and practising smiling. Sylar is clearly bored out of his mind, and scuffling back and forth across the carpet with his shoes, making patterns. Molly watches them both and rolls her eyes.
Molly: It’s going to be fine, Mohinder. She likes you, remember?
Sylar: Yes, Mohinder, REMEMBER?
Mohinder: I know, but -
Sylar looks up.
Mohinder: - I mean, be that as it may, the school were never entirely approving of Matt and I raising Molly. I kept assuring her it was a stable environment - what’s it going to look like if I bring in a new dad?
Molly: It’ll be great because now I have THREE.
Mohinder: Yeah... I just hope she sees it that way.
Sylar: Don’t worry, Mohinder. It’s just the waiting that’s making it worse. Waiting amplifies things - I mean, it’s like anticipation. Anticipation can be simply delectable.
(Small commercial break while the writer tries to recover from the mental image of Sylar saying ‘simply delectable’.)
Sylar: But waiting for something bad often feels worse than the actual event. So try not to fret, there’s nothing you can do. It’s going to be fine.
Mohinder: Wow, Sylar. That was almost… wise.
Sylar: I mean, it’s like the time I had to go kill your father -
Mohinder: Aaaand we’re back to stories not to share in front of the teacher.
Sylar just grins and tackle-hugs Mohinder, who yelps. It’s at this point, of course, that the door opens, and the teacher looks out.
Miss Gould: Er - Dr Suresh, do you want to come in?
Mohinder: *still with Sylar attached* Sorry, yes, please, thank you, sorry -
Sylar: Shh, you’re babbling.
Mohinder: Let go!
Sylar releases Mohinder and the two of them go inside, while Molly gives them thumbs up. They sit down at the desk.
Miss Gould: So nice to see you again Dr Suresh. What happened to Mr Parkman?
Mohinder: He’s… er… unavailable.
Sylar: *suddenly glaring at Miss Gould* As is Mohinder.
Mohinder: *hisses* Sylar!
Sylar: What? She’s attracted to you. Her heart rate’s increased.
Mohinder: Er… yes, Miss Gould, this is my new… well… partner - Mr Zane Taylor.
Sylar: What?
Miss Gould: Lovely to meet you as well, Mr Taylor. Now, Molly’s doing quite well at the moment - very good at geography, some aptitude with biology - though I believe that may be due to your assistance, Dr Suresh - especially her particular interest in genetics…
Mohinder and Miss Gould discuss Molly for a while longer, while Sylar sits silently, looking between the two of them. Finally, after they’ve been shown out, he snaps.
Sylar: ZANE TAYLOR?
Mohinder: What? Gabriel Gray is wanted for the murder of his mother, and Sylar - that’s not even a real name!
Sylar: It’s MY name!
Mohinder: I know, but - I needed a respectable sounding name.
Sylar: Sylar’s respectable!
Mohinder: It’s a watch brand! Besides, is Sylar a first name or surname?
Sylar: It’s an entity. Like… I don’t know. Batman.
Mohinder: … it was just the first name that popped into my head, OK? I’m sorry.
Sylar: Hmph. *sulks*
Mohinder: We can get ice-cream on the way home?
Sylar: Hmmm.
Mohinder: … then not use bowls?
Sylar tries not to look interested as Molly runs up.
Molly: Papa Mohinder! Uncle Sylar! How did it go?
Sylar: Your other dad doesn’t like me being Batman.
Meanwhile, Mohinder’s phone rings, and he answers it.
Mohinder: Hello?
Lyle: Er, is this Dr Suresh?
Mohinder: Yes?
Lyle: This is Lyle Bennet. My dad had your number in his desk. Uh, this is going to sound weird, but I didn’t know who else to call - my family has moved away and, er, kind of forgotten me.
Mohinder: … sorry?
Lyle: They’ve left me behind. I was wondering if you could phone my dad for me and get him to come back for me?
Mohinder: Can’t you call him?
Lyle: He never gave me his number.
Sylar, meanwhile, has been listening in and repeating it to Molly, who uses her power.
Molly: The Bad Glasses Man is already 70 miles down the freeway. It’s a signal blackspot, you’re not going to be able to contact him for a while.
Lyle: Dad never answers his phone while driving anyway. You probably won’t be able to phone him till this evening. Never mind, I guess I’ll just wait here -
Mohinder: No, it’s OK, you can come stay with us.
Lyle: I can?
Sylar: He can?
Mohinder: Sure. I’ll send someone over to pick you up in an hour or so.
As Mohinder hangs up, Sylar stares.
Sylar: He’s all the way in California! How are you going to pick him up from over there?
Mohinder: I’m not. But remember who’s coming over for tea?
Sylar: … ahhh.
SCENE: The Suresh Apartment
Later that afternoon in the Suresh apartment, Mohinder has his ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ apron on and is baking carrot cake, and Molly and Sylar are both lying on the floor on their stomachs colouring in a map.
Molly: No, that’s France, you need to colour that purple.
Sylar: But - isn’t this -
Molly: That’s LILAC. You need MAUVE. Because it’s a presidency.
Sylar: Really?
Molly: Yeah. *closes eyes* Right now, the president’s visiting a zoo. He’s at a monkey enclosure.
Mohinder: Molly, what have I told you about using your powers for your homework?
Molly: … Don’t do it?
Mohinder: Exactly.
Sylar: *in undertone* And what have I told you?
Molly: Don’t do it in front of Mohinder?
Sylar: Very good.
Mohinder: Sylar, we’re out of chai, can you run down to the shops to get some?
Sylar: *getting up* Pfft. RUNNING. If only you’d let me-
Mohinder: NATHAN PETRELLI IS OUR FRIEND.
Sylar walks out grumbling.
Mohinder: And Molly, you should clear that up before the Petrellis get here.
Molly: Nathan’s not bringing his kids again, is he? They’re so boring.
Mohinder: Molly!
Molly: Well, they ARE. I hope they develop powers soon.
Mohinder: I told you, we can go visit Micah in the holidays.
Molly: Good, I need him to get me to the next level of Spyro.
At this point, the doorbell rings, and Mohinder goes to answer it. If this were a sitcom, it would be the cue for the audience to start cheering and applauding as the Petrellis came in.
Peter: Hey! Sorry we’re late, air traffic was terrible-
Mohinder: You forget who my adoptive daughter is.
Peter: - oh… right.
Nathan: OK, we had to stop by the mall so Peter could get the latest ‘Tears of Darkness’ album.
Peter: *scandalised* Dude!
Molly: You could have at least got ice-cream.
Nathan: You’re very right. I’ll fly out and get some later, how about that?
Molly: *beams*
Mohinder: Speaking of which - Nathan, can you do me a favour? You know Lyle Bennet, Claire’s brother?
Nathan: Do I ever!
~~~FLASHBACK!~~~
Nathan: So, Lyle, it must have been interesting to find out how your sister can regenerate.
Lyle: What? Claire doesn’t REGENERATE, Mr Petrelli.
Nathan: …
~~~END FLASHBACK!!~~~
Mohinder: Well, he’s been left alone in his house, can you go pick him up? Fly Air Nathan?
Nathan: Sure, where-
Peter: Hey! I can do it!
Nathan: -does he live?
Mohinder: Molly?
Peter: HEY! PICK ME! PICK ME!
Molly: 429 Birchwood Terrace.
Nathan: That should be fine -
Peter: I CAN TELEPORT FASTER THAN - THAN - SLICED BREAD!!
Everyone: …
Nathan: … Peter? Everyone can teleport faster than sliced bread.
MEANWHILE, IN TIMES SQUARE
Bread: YATTA!!!!
Hiro: Dude. Too slow.
BACK AT THE SURESHES
Peter: But c’mooon! I can totally teleport! Go on Naaathaaan, can I gooo? Pleeeease?
Nathan cannot resist the puppy dog eyes.
Nathan: OK. But be careful.
Peter: YAY!
Peter teleports out.
Molly: Uh… I didn’t say which town Lyle was in yet.
Mohinder: …
Nathan: … he’ll be fine.
Mohinder: Of course he will. Carrot cake?
Nathan: Ooh, please.
The two of them sit down to carrot cake.
Molly: Peter’s not at Lyle’s yet.
Nathan: Where is he?
Molly: … I don’t want to tell you.
Mohinder: Nathan? Would you mind?
Nathan: Of course not.
He super-zips out the window.
IN TIMES SQUARE!!!
Bread: FRYING MAN!!
Hiro: DUDE, STOP IT.
BACK AT THE SURESHES!!!
Sylar returns with boxes of chai tea.
Mohinder: Wow, that’ll last a while.
Sylar: Not the way I plan it. Where’re the Petrellis?
Molly: Nathan’s just reached Lyle’s house, and Peter… er… he’s alive, at least.
Mohinder: He’ll be fine.
Sylar: He is very resistant to dying, it’s true.
There is a knock at the door, and Sylar just TKs it open. Maya & Alejandro come in.
Maya: Hello boys! I thought the Petrellis were coming round this evening?
Mohinder: Nathan’s off flying, and Peter’s off… where is he now, Molly?
Molly: I think there’s an octopus.
Alejandro: Oh. We just thought we would come and say hello and thank Mr Petrelli for helping Maya and I get visas.
Maya: And helping us get this apartment right next door! Isn’t that great!
Sylar: It’s flingin’ flangin’ marvellous.
Mohinder: Sylar…
Sylar: What? You know how I LOVE your neighbours, Mohinder.
Mohinder: SYLAR.
Sylar: The other one didn’t make chile-quiles though. Carrot cake?
Maya & Alejandro: Oooh.
They all know of Mohinder’s carrot cake. Everyone sits down and enjoys carrot cake when Nathan Petrelli returns with Lyle.
Mohinder: Lyle! Did you have a good flight?
Lyle: What? Mr Petrelli can’t FLY, Mohinder.
Mohinder: … sure. Anyway, you can stay here till we can call your dad. Molly, where is he?
Molly: They’ve stopped at Disneyland.
Lyle: What? I wanted to go for my birthday and no-one else wanted to!
Awkward turtle.*
Molly: So where did you go?
Lyle: A furniture store. To buy Mr Muggles a bed.
Everyone: …
Lyle: I didn’t really mind. At least I got mine back then.
Everyone: …
Maya: Carrot cake?
Everyone sits down to a jolly party with carrot cake. Nathan and Mohinder start showing each other pictures of their kids doing the darnedest things, while Molly rolls her eyes and retrieves her colouring. It is all laughter and joy and domestic fluff until Peter suddenly pops back into the room, soaking wet and very bedraggled.
Peter: Guys guys guys! You’ll never GUESS where I ended up!
Nathan: There you are Peter. Carrot cake?
Sylar however has leapt to his feet.
Sylar: PETRELLI!
Peter: SYLAR!
Mohinder: Oh honestly…
Sylar: WE MEET AGAIN!
Peter: SO WE DO!
Mohinder: Every TIME…
Sylar: YOU JUST COME INTO MY APARTMENT AND EAT CARROT CAKE??
Peter: YEAH! AND YOU JUST STAND THERE… ALL… STUPID… IN YOUR STUPID FACE!
Sylar: LEAVE MY FACE OUT OF THIS!
Both their hands spark up, and Nathan quickly raises a hand.
Nathan: Now, now, you two - if you’re going to squabble, take it outside, alright? Remember, when inside voices are appropriate, outside powers aren’t.
Peter: … LET’S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE!
Sylar: *eyeroll*
The two of them head outside.
Mohinder: *shouting after them* And try not to cause the Apocalypse - *door slams* - this time… Honestly, those two…
Nathan: I know, I know…
Alejandro: Cheer up, Mohinder. Carrot cake?
Lyle: *to Molly* Where are those two going?
Molly: Oh, just to hurl powers at each other until one of them starts to go nuclear. Then they have to have a time-out.
Lyle: What? Sylar and Peter don’t have POWERS, Molly.
Molly: … do you even remember how you got here?
Lyle: Sure.
Molly: And?
Lyle: What’s your point?
Molly: How did you get here?
Lyle: I just told you.
Molly: No you didn’t-
Lyle: Carrot cake?
Molly: …
People continue chatting and eating carrot cake as the sun sinks outside and the street is illuminated by intermittent flashes of blue and red, and the occasional black-coated figure rockets past the window.
Later, Molly looks up from her drawing.
Molly: Papa Mohinder, the Bennets should be contactable now.
Mohinder: Oh, right.
He takes out his phone and dials Mr Bennet.
Bennet: Bennet.
Mohinder: Mr Bennet, it’s Mohinder Suresh.
Bennet: What? I don’t know any Mohinder.
Mohinder: Come on, Bennet, this is serious -
Bennet: Nope. Mohinder. Doesn’t ring a bell.
Mohinder: *rolls eyes* Fine. It’s ‘Stupid Idiot Who Is Never Allowed a Gun Again.’
Bennet: Ohhh! HI! What is it?
Mohinder: I, er, seem to have your son here.
Bennet: What?
Mohinder: Your son? He’s here.
Bennet: My what?
Mohinder: LYLE.
Bennet: Who?
Mohinder: LYLE YOUR SON.
Bennet: … OHH! Him! Right. Yes! … What about it?
Mohinder: … you left him at your house when you moved this morning.
Bennet: We did? I could have sworn I counted both kids in the back.
Mohinder: Was one of them Mr Muggles?
Bennet: *dawning comprehension* … ohhh.
Mohinder: Bennet!
Bennet: I think he was wearing one of Lyle’s hats, anyone could have made the same mistake.
Mohinder: … so when you are going to come and pick him up?
Bennet: Who?
Mohinder: LYLE!
Bennet: Oh! Er. Well, we’ve already driven a really long way today…
Mohinder: … you went to Disneyland.
Bennet: Oh, you heard about that? Isn’t it GREAT? Claire was in the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular, got a bit close to the exploding van but the audience just thought it was all part of it…
Mohinder: Bennet? Focus?
Bennet: About what?
Mohinder: … you know what? Never mind. Sorry to bother you.
Bennet: No worries. Bye!
Mohinder hangs up and goes back into the living room, where everyone is waiting.
Lyle: So? When’s Dad coming to get me?
Mohinder: … uh…
Molly: *to Lyle* Carrot cake?
Title: Sylinder the Sitcom, episode 1
Words: 2,969
Rating: PG for hints dropped
Warnings: Unstable levels of crack
Summery: AU - Mohinder, Sylar and Molly are all living together, and trying to manage in a domestic setting.
Notes: In script form. Also, most of this was written in a strange mood. I apologise.
Pilot
Our show opens on an alarm clock, and beyond it, Mohinder and Sylar sleeping, Sylar’s arm round Mohinder.
We swiftly cut to the same alarm clock in the Bennet household, with Lyle sleeping behind it. It starts to bleep, and he pulls his duvet over his head.
It also starts to bleep in the Mylar apartment. Sylar’s eyes fly open, he glares at it, and TK’s it against the wall, where it smashes.
Mohinder: *eyes still closed* Did you just smash another alarm clock?
Sylar: … No.
Mohinder: That’s the third one this week.
Sylar: It’s alright for you, you don’t have super-hearing.
Mohinder: There IS a snooze button, you know.
Molly: *outside door* Mohinder! Can we have waffles?
Sylar: Why can’t she have a snooze button?
Molly: MOHINDER!
Mohinder: OK, Molly, I’m just coming…
Mohinder staggers out of bed while Sylar pulls the pillow over his head and burrows deeper into the duvet.
Meanwhile, at the Bennet household, everyone is bustling around busy packing up to move on again. Lyle is putting stuff into boxes in his room when Mr Muggles appears in the doorway, and eyes him malevolently.
Back at the Sureshes, Molly’s happily eating pancakes when Mohinder goes to try to get Sylar out of bed.
Mohinder: Come on, you have to get up. It’s Molly’s Parent-Teacher conference today.
Sylar: Snnnnnrrff. (or other go-away-comfy-want-to-sleep noises)
Mohinder: I think it’s the least you can do to go, considering why her REAL parents can’t go…
Sylar: Hey, you already used the serial killer excuse this month!
Meanwhile, at the Bennets, Lyle has gone out to retrieve something and returns to find Mr Muggles sitting on his pillow, looking very smug.
Lyle: What - ew! Mum, Mr Muggles peed on my pillow!!
Sandra: Oh shoot! And I already packed his toilet paper!
Lyle: I wanted to have it in the car!
Sandra: Just use your other one!
Lyle: I don’t have another one, you gave it to Mr Muggles! I got THIS one from a garage sale!
Sandra: Then go out and get another one! What’s the fuss about?
Lyle leaves to go and buy another pillow. Meanwhile, Claire is trying to decide which of her five luxury pillows to take in the car.
Back at the Sureshes:
Mohinder: Eat up your pancakes, Molly - Sylar, hurry up!
Sylar: *padding out of the bedroom in barefeet* Molly, help Uncle Sylar find his socks.
Molly: I can’t find things that aren’t alive, remember?
Mohinder: I don’t know whether that’ll be a problem, he’s resisted me washing them long enough.
As Sylar glares, the doorbell rings, and Mohinder runs to answer it.
Mohinder: Oh - hi Maya! Oh, more chile-quiles, you shouldn’t have…
Maya: Are you all right, Mohinder? Your hair’s a bit more rampant than usual.
Mohinder: Oh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.
Sylar: I can’t find my socks.
Mohinder: Well, there’s that.
Molly: Papa Mohinder’s scared because today is Parent-Teacher Conference day and it’s the first time he’s taking Uncle Sylar instead of Matt.
Mohinder: Well, yes, that too…
Maya: Your socks are on the branches of the tree outside, along with a pair of your pants. I saw them from my window. How did they get there?
Sylar and Mohinder exchange guilty looks.
Molly: It was probably one of their special nighttime games.
Mohinder: *relieved* Yes, that was it.
Sylar: *grinning* Mohinder won for once.
Mohinder: ANYWAY, we need to get going in a minute -
Sylar: *TKing the socks back to his hands* Honestly, Mohinder, calm down. It’s going to be fine. And even if it isn’t, well, the teacher’s easily dealt with…
Mohinder: *eyeroll* NO, Sylar.
Molly: I’d rather you didn’t. I like Miss Gould.
Mohinder: Exactly.
Molly: And she likes Mohinder.
Sylar: WHAT?
Mohinder: (hurriedly) We should really be going - grab your things, Molly - thanks for the chile-quiles, Maya!
As they pile out of the front door, Sylar still not looking very happy, we cut back to the Bennets -
- where Lyle comes in the front door to find the house empty. His family has left without him. He looks around, then puts the pillow on the floor and sits on it.
~~~ OPENING CREDITS!! ~~~
Mohinder, Sylar and Molly hang around outside the classroom, waiting to go in and see Molly’s teacher. Mohinder is fretting, checking his jacket is hanging properly and practising smiling. Sylar is clearly bored out of his mind, and scuffling back and forth across the carpet with his shoes, making patterns. Molly watches them both and rolls her eyes.
Molly: It’s going to be fine, Mohinder. She likes you, remember?
Sylar: Yes, Mohinder, REMEMBER?
Mohinder: I know, but -
Sylar looks up.
Mohinder: - I mean, be that as it may, the school were never entirely approving of Matt and I raising Molly. I kept assuring her it was a stable environment - what’s it going to look like if I bring in a new dad?
Molly: It’ll be great because now I have THREE.
Mohinder: Yeah... I just hope she sees it that way.
Sylar: Don’t worry, Mohinder. It’s just the waiting that’s making it worse. Waiting amplifies things - I mean, it’s like anticipation. Anticipation can be simply delectable.
(Small commercial break while the writer tries to recover from the mental image of Sylar saying ‘simply delectable’.)
Sylar: But waiting for something bad often feels worse than the actual event. So try not to fret, there’s nothing you can do. It’s going to be fine.
Mohinder: Wow, Sylar. That was almost… wise.
Sylar: I mean, it’s like the time I had to go kill your father -
Mohinder: Aaaand we’re back to stories not to share in front of the teacher.
Sylar just grins and tackle-hugs Mohinder, who yelps. It’s at this point, of course, that the door opens, and the teacher looks out.
Miss Gould: Er - Dr Suresh, do you want to come in?
Mohinder: *still with Sylar attached* Sorry, yes, please, thank you, sorry -
Sylar: Shh, you’re babbling.
Mohinder: Let go!
Sylar releases Mohinder and the two of them go inside, while Molly gives them thumbs up. They sit down at the desk.
Miss Gould: So nice to see you again Dr Suresh. What happened to Mr Parkman?
Mohinder: He’s… er… unavailable.
Sylar: *suddenly glaring at Miss Gould* As is Mohinder.
Mohinder: *hisses* Sylar!
Sylar: What? She’s attracted to you. Her heart rate’s increased.
Mohinder: Er… yes, Miss Gould, this is my new… well… partner - Mr Zane Taylor.
Sylar: What?
Miss Gould: Lovely to meet you as well, Mr Taylor. Now, Molly’s doing quite well at the moment - very good at geography, some aptitude with biology - though I believe that may be due to your assistance, Dr Suresh - especially her particular interest in genetics…
Mohinder and Miss Gould discuss Molly for a while longer, while Sylar sits silently, looking between the two of them. Finally, after they’ve been shown out, he snaps.
Sylar: ZANE TAYLOR?
Mohinder: What? Gabriel Gray is wanted for the murder of his mother, and Sylar - that’s not even a real name!
Sylar: It’s MY name!
Mohinder: I know, but - I needed a respectable sounding name.
Sylar: Sylar’s respectable!
Mohinder: It’s a watch brand! Besides, is Sylar a first name or surname?
Sylar: It’s an entity. Like… I don’t know. Batman.
Mohinder: … it was just the first name that popped into my head, OK? I’m sorry.
Sylar: Hmph. *sulks*
Mohinder: We can get ice-cream on the way home?
Sylar: Hmmm.
Mohinder: … then not use bowls?
Sylar tries not to look interested as Molly runs up.
Molly: Papa Mohinder! Uncle Sylar! How did it go?
Sylar: Your other dad doesn’t like me being Batman.
Meanwhile, Mohinder’s phone rings, and he answers it.
Mohinder: Hello?
Lyle: Er, is this Dr Suresh?
Mohinder: Yes?
Lyle: This is Lyle Bennet. My dad had your number in his desk. Uh, this is going to sound weird, but I didn’t know who else to call - my family has moved away and, er, kind of forgotten me.
Mohinder: … sorry?
Lyle: They’ve left me behind. I was wondering if you could phone my dad for me and get him to come back for me?
Mohinder: Can’t you call him?
Lyle: He never gave me his number.
Sylar, meanwhile, has been listening in and repeating it to Molly, who uses her power.
Molly: The Bad Glasses Man is already 70 miles down the freeway. It’s a signal blackspot, you’re not going to be able to contact him for a while.
Lyle: Dad never answers his phone while driving anyway. You probably won’t be able to phone him till this evening. Never mind, I guess I’ll just wait here -
Mohinder: No, it’s OK, you can come stay with us.
Lyle: I can?
Sylar: He can?
Mohinder: Sure. I’ll send someone over to pick you up in an hour or so.
As Mohinder hangs up, Sylar stares.
Sylar: He’s all the way in California! How are you going to pick him up from over there?
Mohinder: I’m not. But remember who’s coming over for tea?
Sylar: … ahhh.
SCENE: The Suresh Apartment
Later that afternoon in the Suresh apartment, Mohinder has his ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ apron on and is baking carrot cake, and Molly and Sylar are both lying on the floor on their stomachs colouring in a map.
Molly: No, that’s France, you need to colour that purple.
Sylar: But - isn’t this -
Molly: That’s LILAC. You need MAUVE. Because it’s a presidency.
Sylar: Really?
Molly: Yeah. *closes eyes* Right now, the president’s visiting a zoo. He’s at a monkey enclosure.
Mohinder: Molly, what have I told you about using your powers for your homework?
Molly: … Don’t do it?
Mohinder: Exactly.
Sylar: *in undertone* And what have I told you?
Molly: Don’t do it in front of Mohinder?
Sylar: Very good.
Mohinder: Sylar, we’re out of chai, can you run down to the shops to get some?
Sylar: *getting up* Pfft. RUNNING. If only you’d let me-
Mohinder: NATHAN PETRELLI IS OUR FRIEND.
Sylar walks out grumbling.
Mohinder: And Molly, you should clear that up before the Petrellis get here.
Molly: Nathan’s not bringing his kids again, is he? They’re so boring.
Mohinder: Molly!
Molly: Well, they ARE. I hope they develop powers soon.
Mohinder: I told you, we can go visit Micah in the holidays.
Molly: Good, I need him to get me to the next level of Spyro.
At this point, the doorbell rings, and Mohinder goes to answer it. If this were a sitcom, it would be the cue for the audience to start cheering and applauding as the Petrellis came in.
Peter: Hey! Sorry we’re late, air traffic was terrible-
Mohinder: You forget who my adoptive daughter is.
Peter: - oh… right.
Nathan: OK, we had to stop by the mall so Peter could get the latest ‘Tears of Darkness’ album.
Peter: *scandalised* Dude!
Molly: You could have at least got ice-cream.
Nathan: You’re very right. I’ll fly out and get some later, how about that?
Molly: *beams*
Mohinder: Speaking of which - Nathan, can you do me a favour? You know Lyle Bennet, Claire’s brother?
Nathan: Do I ever!
~~~FLASHBACK!~~~
Nathan: So, Lyle, it must have been interesting to find out how your sister can regenerate.
Lyle: What? Claire doesn’t REGENERATE, Mr Petrelli.
Nathan: …
~~~END FLASHBACK!!~~~
Mohinder: Well, he’s been left alone in his house, can you go pick him up? Fly Air Nathan?
Nathan: Sure, where-
Peter: Hey! I can do it!
Nathan: -does he live?
Mohinder: Molly?
Peter: HEY! PICK ME! PICK ME!
Molly: 429 Birchwood Terrace.
Nathan: That should be fine -
Peter: I CAN TELEPORT FASTER THAN - THAN - SLICED BREAD!!
Everyone: …
Nathan: … Peter? Everyone can teleport faster than sliced bread.
MEANWHILE, IN TIMES SQUARE
Bread: YATTA!!!!
Hiro: Dude. Too slow.
BACK AT THE SURESHES
Peter: But c’mooon! I can totally teleport! Go on Naaathaaan, can I gooo? Pleeeease?
Nathan cannot resist the puppy dog eyes.
Nathan: OK. But be careful.
Peter: YAY!
Peter teleports out.
Molly: Uh… I didn’t say which town Lyle was in yet.
Mohinder: …
Nathan: … he’ll be fine.
Mohinder: Of course he will. Carrot cake?
Nathan: Ooh, please.
The two of them sit down to carrot cake.
Molly: Peter’s not at Lyle’s yet.
Nathan: Where is he?
Molly: … I don’t want to tell you.
Mohinder: Nathan? Would you mind?
Nathan: Of course not.
He super-zips out the window.
IN TIMES SQUARE!!!
Bread: FRYING MAN!!
Hiro: DUDE, STOP IT.
BACK AT THE SURESHES!!!
Sylar returns with boxes of chai tea.
Mohinder: Wow, that’ll last a while.
Sylar: Not the way I plan it. Where’re the Petrellis?
Molly: Nathan’s just reached Lyle’s house, and Peter… er… he’s alive, at least.
Mohinder: He’ll be fine.
Sylar: He is very resistant to dying, it’s true.
There is a knock at the door, and Sylar just TKs it open. Maya & Alejandro come in.
Maya: Hello boys! I thought the Petrellis were coming round this evening?
Mohinder: Nathan’s off flying, and Peter’s off… where is he now, Molly?
Molly: I think there’s an octopus.
Alejandro: Oh. We just thought we would come and say hello and thank Mr Petrelli for helping Maya and I get visas.
Maya: And helping us get this apartment right next door! Isn’t that great!
Sylar: It’s flingin’ flangin’ marvellous.
Mohinder: Sylar…
Sylar: What? You know how I LOVE your neighbours, Mohinder.
Mohinder: SYLAR.
Sylar: The other one didn’t make chile-quiles though. Carrot cake?
Maya & Alejandro: Oooh.
They all know of Mohinder’s carrot cake. Everyone sits down and enjoys carrot cake when Nathan Petrelli returns with Lyle.
Mohinder: Lyle! Did you have a good flight?
Lyle: What? Mr Petrelli can’t FLY, Mohinder.
Mohinder: … sure. Anyway, you can stay here till we can call your dad. Molly, where is he?
Molly: They’ve stopped at Disneyland.
Lyle: What? I wanted to go for my birthday and no-one else wanted to!
Awkward turtle.*
Molly: So where did you go?
Lyle: A furniture store. To buy Mr Muggles a bed.
Everyone: …
Lyle: I didn’t really mind. At least I got mine back then.
Everyone: …
Maya: Carrot cake?
Everyone sits down to a jolly party with carrot cake. Nathan and Mohinder start showing each other pictures of their kids doing the darnedest things, while Molly rolls her eyes and retrieves her colouring. It is all laughter and joy and domestic fluff until Peter suddenly pops back into the room, soaking wet and very bedraggled.
Peter: Guys guys guys! You’ll never GUESS where I ended up!
Nathan: There you are Peter. Carrot cake?
Sylar however has leapt to his feet.
Sylar: PETRELLI!
Peter: SYLAR!
Mohinder: Oh honestly…
Sylar: WE MEET AGAIN!
Peter: SO WE DO!
Mohinder: Every TIME…
Sylar: YOU JUST COME INTO MY APARTMENT AND EAT CARROT CAKE??
Peter: YEAH! AND YOU JUST STAND THERE… ALL… STUPID… IN YOUR STUPID FACE!
Sylar: LEAVE MY FACE OUT OF THIS!
Both their hands spark up, and Nathan quickly raises a hand.
Nathan: Now, now, you two - if you’re going to squabble, take it outside, alright? Remember, when inside voices are appropriate, outside powers aren’t.
Peter: … LET’S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE!
Sylar: *eyeroll*
The two of them head outside.
Mohinder: *shouting after them* And try not to cause the Apocalypse - *door slams* - this time… Honestly, those two…
Nathan: I know, I know…
Alejandro: Cheer up, Mohinder. Carrot cake?
Lyle: *to Molly* Where are those two going?
Molly: Oh, just to hurl powers at each other until one of them starts to go nuclear. Then they have to have a time-out.
Lyle: What? Sylar and Peter don’t have POWERS, Molly.
Molly: … do you even remember how you got here?
Lyle: Sure.
Molly: And?
Lyle: What’s your point?
Molly: How did you get here?
Lyle: I just told you.
Molly: No you didn’t-
Lyle: Carrot cake?
Molly: …
People continue chatting and eating carrot cake as the sun sinks outside and the street is illuminated by intermittent flashes of blue and red, and the occasional black-coated figure rockets past the window.
Later, Molly looks up from her drawing.
Molly: Papa Mohinder, the Bennets should be contactable now.
Mohinder: Oh, right.
He takes out his phone and dials Mr Bennet.
Bennet: Bennet.
Mohinder: Mr Bennet, it’s Mohinder Suresh.
Bennet: What? I don’t know any Mohinder.
Mohinder: Come on, Bennet, this is serious -
Bennet: Nope. Mohinder. Doesn’t ring a bell.
Mohinder: *rolls eyes* Fine. It’s ‘Stupid Idiot Who Is Never Allowed a Gun Again.’
Bennet: Ohhh! HI! What is it?
Mohinder: I, er, seem to have your son here.
Bennet: What?
Mohinder: Your son? He’s here.
Bennet: My what?
Mohinder: LYLE.
Bennet: Who?
Mohinder: LYLE YOUR SON.
Bennet: … OHH! Him! Right. Yes! … What about it?
Mohinder: … you left him at your house when you moved this morning.
Bennet: We did? I could have sworn I counted both kids in the back.
Mohinder: Was one of them Mr Muggles?
Bennet: *dawning comprehension* … ohhh.
Mohinder: Bennet!
Bennet: I think he was wearing one of Lyle’s hats, anyone could have made the same mistake.
Mohinder: … so when you are going to come and pick him up?
Bennet: Who?
Mohinder: LYLE!
Bennet: Oh! Er. Well, we’ve already driven a really long way today…
Mohinder: … you went to Disneyland.
Bennet: Oh, you heard about that? Isn’t it GREAT? Claire was in the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular, got a bit close to the exploding van but the audience just thought it was all part of it…
Mohinder: Bennet? Focus?
Bennet: About what?
Mohinder: … you know what? Never mind. Sorry to bother you.
Bennet: No worries. Bye!
Mohinder hangs up and goes back into the living room, where everyone is waiting.
Lyle: So? When’s Dad coming to get me?
Mohinder: … uh…
Molly: *to Lyle* Carrot cake?