Legacy

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"Legacy"
Who:  Mohinder, Sylar, Peter

"Jesus!"  Bodies.  Just bodies.  People on the streets had just collapsed where they were walking.  Children playing on their lawns, men and women pumping gas--  They'd just collapsed.

Mohinder stops jumping every time Peter makes some sort of comment.  They'd packed up the car and gotten Sylar comfortable in the

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Mohinder leaves Peter to finish moving the van and he returns to Sylar. "You need to turn off your ears," Mohinder says kindly, leaning over Sylar to touch his forehead. Hot. Very hot. He gives himself three more days before Sylar loses control.

Their noses touch for just a moment before Mohinder pulls back again.

"Two hours or so, maybe three, and we'll get you settled into the lab." Mohinder just hasn't realized what a fast moving epidemic can do to a city like New York, though. "We're almost through the tunnel. I can turn the air up if you'd like?"

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Mohinder changes the cold compress on Sylar's head, tucks his legs back into the car, shuts the door, and blasts the AC before he rushes back to Peter.

Sylar's right. It takes them three hours to get out of the tunnel, inching their car up little by little until there's just no way to move further. Mohinder drops his head on the steering wheel.

They're stuck. They're stuck and a good three miles from the lab. They'll have to walk. He slammed his hands into the dashboard, groaning. Too late. time's up. "Peter, stay here. I'll go myself to the lab."