Doppleganger Wasteland

[splice_of_life]

"Doppleganger Wasteland"
Who:  Mohinder, Sylar, Peter, Matt, Claire
Note: occurs directly after this post.

Mohinder stays holed up in the phone booth, staying out of sight and by the phone in case Peter needs to call back.  The car is hidden from the highway, parked in some trees and dense brush.  These are all good things because there are still

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[hadtobeahero]

"Told you I would be," Peter answers, returning the hug fiercely. He steps away, looking him over with a frown, and resists the urge to smooth his hair out of his face. It's just as damaged as he is. "You okay? I mean, beyond the obvious? He didn't do anything to you while you were waiting for me or whatever, did he?"

It doesn't occur to him that Sylar's no where in sight. He's too focused on Mohinder.

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Mohinder has no right to find Peter comforting, no right to comfort at all, but he needs it and maybe with enough clinging, he can get over the mess he's found himself in. "He's not here. Molly told me that he's started moving west." Using the girl for this is killing him.

Mohinder pulls a crumpled piece of paper from too tight jeans pockets and holds it up to Peter. "Found this on the seat of the truck."

[hadtobeahero]

"I take it that's Sylar's handwriting?" He's never seen his brother's hand before, so it's a natural question. Not that he waits for an answer. He just glances at the paper, then resumes frowning at Mohinder. "You said he took stuff from your memory, right?"

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"There's huge pieces missing," Mohinder reiterates, returning his last remaining scrap of Sylar back into his pocket for safe keeping. "I try to think about what happened two nights ago...and it's blank. I have no idea."