My Fanfic - Heroes - Destiny at the Door
Title: Destiny at the Door
Author: Teamane
Category: romance/angst, au (from the episode pov)
Pairing: Mohinder/Peter, Eden
Feedback: it’s welcome.
Rating: pg 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or it’s characters. Just borrowed them to play.
Betaed by the wonderful Myr, piximyr.
Note: It takes place in episode 4-5. Peter and Mohinder were returning from Isaac’s apartment with disappointment and future!Hiro appears to Peter on the subway, alerting him to save the cheerleader and save the world. Mohinder doesn’t believe in Peter. It could be a missing scene. *grin* I wish.
This is my first Heroes fanfic.
“Go home, Peter”
The train stopped and Mohinder got out. Peter was feeling his heart sinking. He was so disappointed! Why couldn’t the geneticist have the same dream his father had?
“Hey!” Peter looked up. Mohinder was outside, near his window with an apologetic face. “I’m sorry, I was rude. Come to my place. I’ll invite you to dinner. We can talk about your romantic view on evolution and visits from the future.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, not knowing yet what to say, but the train started to move again. He ran to the window almost falling over other travellers in his hurry.
“I’ll be there!”
He ignored all the annoyed stares, feeling a new hope. That had been a nice surprise. But first, he needed to see Isaac and the paint. He needed to know how he could save the cheerleader to save the world.
He not only found there was a cheerleader on Isaac’s paintings, but he also found he could paint the future. He had finished the paint, and he had been able to talk to Hiro, the one from the now and then.
After winding down from all the rush his destiny had caused by slamming into him, he remembered the geneticist’s invitation.
It was late when he got to Mohinder’s door. There was a nice aroma drifting into the corridor and it made Peter’s stomach growl. He knocked, feeling a little awkward. Was he too late? What if the other had tired of waiting and felt angry towards the nurse? He seemed to have a heavy soul, a sharp tongue, and a penetrated and warm gaze as well.
There was some noise coming from inside the flat and the geneticist opened the door.
“Sorry,” Peter said in a gentle voice, offering the red wine bottle he had bought as a piece offering. “I got a bit distracted.”
Mohinder’s grin illuminated the corridor. “That’s ok, I got a bit distracted, too.” Taking the bottle from Peter, he made him enter the flat, closing the door after him. “I made some Indian food with few spices,” he informed while they got into the kitchen. “It’s not the original recipe but it tastes almost the same, without the burning of our stomachs at night,” Mohinder joked with a smile, white teeth shinning against his lovely tanned skin.
Peter felt a strange feeling that made his heart beat faster. Why was he so bothered by Mohinder’s beautiful smile? No. That’s ridiculous. He was thinking of Mohinder’s smile as ‘beautiful’!
Peter decided to ignore the feeling. He was dating a wonderful woman who he loved for some time now. This was just a dinner with a ...friend?! He only met the man a few hours ago, had a subway ride with him. Ok, two rides.
Suresh didn’t believe him, had thought he was delusional and now they were going to dinner at the geneticist’s apartment. Could he be considered a friend? If not, why was he having dinner at his place? Be close to your friends and closer to your enemies?
He shuddered at the thought.
“Peter, are you all right?” The worry in Mohinder’s voice brought him out of his reverie.
“Yeh.” He smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry, my mind just wondered around. You don’t need to worry about the food. I’m sure it will be great.”
That made the other smile wider.
The dinner was fabulous on Peter’s standards.
Mohinder had set the table in the living room, after cleaning it of all the papers and books.
It wasn’t a romantic dinner, off course, but somehow it felt like one. Maybe the dim light in the flat caused this, or maybe just because it was late night or the relaxed smile on their faces.
Peter decided not to bring up the Superpowers subject yet, the food was too good to be wasted, and he knew Mohinder was not very open to that subject in particular. Even if he had given it as an excuse to invite Peter to dinner.
To quench his need to talk about it he kept eating and drinking.
Suresh was feeling nervous. Peter Petrelli hadn’t mentioned even once the romantic view on evolution. Was that a proof that he had invented all that? And if so, for what? To get his attention? Why?
“…so I wanted to make a difference,” Peter was saying, wine glass poised at his lips, avoiding looking at Mohinder’s warm eyes for more than a split second. “My family still can’t understand it.” He sipped at the wine, “I think it’s important to help people on their final moments!”
Mohinder smiled sweetly in agreement, drinking the last of his wine and pouring more into both their glasses. That was the second bottle and they were feeling warm and very relaxed.
“I find it very noble. The world needs more people like you.” His lilting voice filled the room, making Peter blush. Maybe it was the wine. He was feeling a little dizzy, with the warmth that kept spreading from his belly to all parts of his body.
Their plates were now empty, only the remains of a delicious meal left in the tureen. Two empty bottles on the floor.
Mohinder, elbows on the table, put his chin on his linked fingers, looking at Peter. His dark eyes held a softness and admiration that was reflected on his lips.
“You are a noble soul, Peter Petrelli,” he whispered, the accent making the air vibrate around Peter’s head, his face getting warmer. The nurse cast his eyes to his hands holding the glass as if his life depended on it. “You have a big heart, you care about people and their destiny.”
Peter’s hand shook visibly when he push his bangs away from his eyes just to keep falling again like a shield to his heart. He lifted his head and their gaze connected and held.
What feeling was this?
Both felt like there was a physical bond tying them across the table, rushing the air out of their lungs, butterflies flying in their stomach, a tingling sensation spreading across their skin. Like a deep ache that only now was acknowledged in their hearts.
Both jumped when there was a soft knock on the door, making the plates clack on the table.
“Mohinder? Are you there?”
Swallowing, Mohinder tried to regain his voice. “It’s Eden.” There was a bit of disappoint on his soft voice.
Peter was having a hard time to grasp what had happened. He nibbled his lower lip with a shy grin, while willing his heart to calm it’s frantic beating.
“Maybe it’s important,” he offered, eyes big and his gestures nervous.
“Yes, it might,” answered the darker handsome man, still looking at Peter, showing no will to go to the door, as he kept standing at the table.
Peter was unable to look away.
What was this strange feeling? Was he out of his mind? Was this a side effect of absorbing others’ powers? If so, what was Suresh excuse?
Again, the knock on the door made them jump and both laughed at it.
Peter got up a little wobbly. “I think I drank too much,” he chuckled nervously. “Better see what Eden wants, it could be important.”
Mohinder smiled at him and went to the door.
Eden’s beautiful face was marred with worry and she was carrying a food plastic box. When she saw Mohinder she smiled openly. “Hi!” her sweet face glowed. “I was getting worried. I came by early and you weren’t here. How did it go with the Petrelli?”
Without giving him time to answer, she barged into the place, coming to an abrupt stop when she saw Peter looking at her with a neutral expression, supporting the table. Or was the table supporting him? He was not sure anymore, since the room kept tilting slightly to left and right. Or was he the one tilting?
A frown appeared on his face as he looked at his feet, trying to determine if they were still on the floor.
Eden had her mouth open. “Oh!” she pivoted to look at Mohinder. “I thought that you had neglected dinner so I’ve brought you some of my new culinary experiments.” She showed the plastic box. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”
“Thank you, Eden. You are very kind.” There was sincerity on his face. “I invited Peter Petrelli to dinner so we could discuss some of his theories.”
The way he said ‘Peter Petrelli’, as if he was nothing of importance, just a simple person, was ruined by the warm accented tone Mohinder used.
He saw Peter starting to gather the empty plates to get them to the kitchen and give them some privacy. He felt touched by the gesture but then he realized two things: first, he didn’t want to explain anything to Eden, and second, Peter and the plates were not steady enough to get in one piece to the sink.
He crossed the distance, with a rushed “excuse me” to Eden, feeling a little unstable himself. He grabbed the plates from Peter’s hands before they slid to the floor.
That was a big mistake.
When their hands touched, they felt an energy jolt run through them. Their eyes locked again and time stilled. They could see into each other’s soul, they could see love, hope, caring, despair, fears and tenderness.
Then the plates crashed.
Porcelain shards rained around their feet.
“Damn!” Peter exclaimed, kneeling to grab the pieces. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok, Peter. Stop it. You might cut yourself.” Mohinder grabbed Peter by his elbows, making him get up from the floor. “I have a broom, you know?” he said with a smile to let the other know he was not upset over the loss of two dirty plates.
Peter snorted with amusement, grabbing onto Mohinder to stay upright.
“I know where it is,” Eden informed, needing to affirm her right to be there. She knew the apartment as well as her own. She was feeling jealous of that skinny nurse that said to have special powers. If only he knew!
“Maybe I could fly on it!” Peter mused with a crocked smile, finding it ridiculously amusing. “You know,” he inclined his head to Mohinder’s ear, “if I flew with the broom I could prove it to you.” Then you would believe me.
The geneticist went rigid, his skeptical mind coming up to the front again. Peter saw it and he frowned. “Nope, I think you would only think of me as a witch, or something.” He tried to smile again, but the hurt unabled it to form. Disentangling himself from Mohinder’s hands, he felt some of the buzzy feeling lift up for a moment. He knew he wasn’t sober, but the warm feeling he felt until a few moments ago was fading fast with the reappearing disappointment on Mohinder’s lack of faith in him.
Eden appeared with a broom and a dustpan, after putting her food recipient on top of their dinner table. She was marking her territory and Peter felt ashamed. He was the intruder, not her. She was the cute and sweet neighbor that was in love with the sexy scientist living across from her. He felt disgusted with himself. He was cheating on Simone! He was feeling strange warm things for a man. A man, for God’s sake! Things that evoked more power than the ones’ he had for that absolutely beautiful and fantastic woman. He felt a sense of panic growing inside him.
Mohinder was dividing his attention between the two. He wanted to be alone with Peter but he liked Eden, too, and he didn’t want to be rude to neither of them. Taking the broom from Eden, he said, “You don’t have to do that. Thank you. I’ll do it.”
Peter grabbed his stuff, fighting the fuzzy feelings. He shouldn’t have drunk so much. “I’ll go and take a cab,” he announced struggling with the satchel strap to put it over his head.
The other paused his sweeping for a moment, his brain registering what the nurse was saying. He dropped it and went to Peter. “No! You can’t leave.” His brain caught up with his mouth. “I mean, you can’t leave like this. You could fall and hurt yourself.” Mohinder helped him with the bag, taking it from him.
“I really need to go,” Peter whispered in an almost desperate plea, not quite looking at Mohinder.
The girl approached them with a solicitous look. “I’ll call a cab. You don’t need to look for one on the street at this hour.” Her smile was sweet. Her eyes said something else.
“Thank you,” Peter nodded his head, avoiding her gaze. He knew what he would see in it.
“I’m going to leave in the morning,” Mohinder informed Peter, turning his back to Eden who was talking on the phone but keeping an eye on them.
“I know.” Peter answered in the same hushed tone, moving slightly from one foot to the other, still avoiding Suresh, his heart beating wildly. He felt out of breath.
“I’m not coming back.”
That made Peter look at him. Bewilderment and disappointment all written on his expressive face. They could hear the seconds ticking away.
And still they held on.
“The cab will be here in five minutes,” Eden informed them, once again shattering their gaze.
Peter wished he could hate her for that. Yet, he felt thankful, for she was strong in his weakness to break those unbelievingly powerful eyes that kept finding his own tormented ones.
“I think I’ll go. Probably it will take me more than five minutes to get to the front door.” He tried to joke. He picked his satchel up from Mohinder’s grasp. “Thank you. For the dinner,” he looked to Eden, “and for calling the cab.”
“I’ll see you to the car. Eden, please, would you be so kind to wait for me here? There are some issues I need to discuss with you about my father’s things.”
He did not wait for her answer and took Peter’s arm and bag and got them out the door.
Eden sighed, frustrated.
The stairs were taken with care in total silence. Both concentrating on descending and their mixed emotions.
Once they got to the entry, Peter tried to take his bag from the geneticist but with no avail.
“We never got to talk about the other things.” His face was blank and yet Peter knew he was feeling lots of things. He doesn’t believe you, he remembered himself, he’s just being polite.
Peter slowly nodded his head. “We didn’t.” He sighed. “I can fly when I’m with Nathan, I can paint the future when I’m with Isaac Mendez, I met Hiro Nakamura from the future and he told me I have to save the cheerleader to save the world.” He looked Suresh in the eye. “What can you do about it?” he asked with a deep sadness that cut through the slightly inebriant fog.
Mohinder opened his mouth but nothing came out of it. What could he do about it? He couldn’t believe in such nonsense, he was going to take his father’s ashes home and return to his academic world, leaving New York behind. Leaving Peter behind. Forever.
The arrival of the cab gave Peter the way out he knew was the only option. He sighed again, a headache starting to grow behind his eyes. Finally taking his satchel back, he prepared to leave.
“I wish you good luck, Dr. Mohinder Suresh. Thank you…” for what? A wonderful dinner that ended so abruptly? For listening to him and then ditching out his theory? He shook his shoulders, just … “Thank you.”
He got out, got in the cab and disappeared into the night.
Suddenly Mohinder felt terribly alone. He felt like he had been giving the chance of his life and simply turned it away.
He stood there, alone, a glass door separating him from the darkness, a dim light casting more shadows than light around him.
He felt his heart break and he didn’t know why.
End
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Author: Teamane
Category: romance/angst, au (from the episode pov)
Pairing: Mohinder/Peter, Eden
Feedback: it’s welcome.
Rating: pg 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or it’s characters. Just borrowed them to play.
Betaed by the wonderful Myr, piximyr.
Note: It takes place in episode 4-5. Peter and Mohinder were returning from Isaac’s apartment with disappointment and future!Hiro appears to Peter on the subway, alerting him to save the cheerleader and save the world. Mohinder doesn’t believe in Peter. It could be a missing scene. *grin* I wish.
This is my first Heroes fanfic.
“Go home, Peter”
The train stopped and Mohinder got out. Peter was feeling his heart sinking. He was so disappointed! Why couldn’t the geneticist have the same dream his father had?
“Hey!” Peter looked up. Mohinder was outside, near his window with an apologetic face. “I’m sorry, I was rude. Come to my place. I’ll invite you to dinner. We can talk about your romantic view on evolution and visits from the future.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, not knowing yet what to say, but the train started to move again. He ran to the window almost falling over other travellers in his hurry.
“I’ll be there!”
He ignored all the annoyed stares, feeling a new hope. That had been a nice surprise. But first, he needed to see Isaac and the paint. He needed to know how he could save the cheerleader to save the world.
He not only found there was a cheerleader on Isaac’s paintings, but he also found he could paint the future. He had finished the paint, and he had been able to talk to Hiro, the one from the now and then.
After winding down from all the rush his destiny had caused by slamming into him, he remembered the geneticist’s invitation.
It was late when he got to Mohinder’s door. There was a nice aroma drifting into the corridor and it made Peter’s stomach growl. He knocked, feeling a little awkward. Was he too late? What if the other had tired of waiting and felt angry towards the nurse? He seemed to have a heavy soul, a sharp tongue, and a penetrated and warm gaze as well.
There was some noise coming from inside the flat and the geneticist opened the door.
“Sorry,” Peter said in a gentle voice, offering the red wine bottle he had bought as a piece offering. “I got a bit distracted.”
Mohinder’s grin illuminated the corridor. “That’s ok, I got a bit distracted, too.” Taking the bottle from Peter, he made him enter the flat, closing the door after him. “I made some Indian food with few spices,” he informed while they got into the kitchen. “It’s not the original recipe but it tastes almost the same, without the burning of our stomachs at night,” Mohinder joked with a smile, white teeth shinning against his lovely tanned skin.
Peter felt a strange feeling that made his heart beat faster. Why was he so bothered by Mohinder’s beautiful smile? No. That’s ridiculous. He was thinking of Mohinder’s smile as ‘beautiful’!
Peter decided to ignore the feeling. He was dating a wonderful woman who he loved for some time now. This was just a dinner with a ...friend?! He only met the man a few hours ago, had a subway ride with him. Ok, two rides.
Suresh didn’t believe him, had thought he was delusional and now they were going to dinner at the geneticist’s apartment. Could he be considered a friend? If not, why was he having dinner at his place? Be close to your friends and closer to your enemies?
He shuddered at the thought.
“Peter, are you all right?” The worry in Mohinder’s voice brought him out of his reverie.
“Yeh.” He smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry, my mind just wondered around. You don’t need to worry about the food. I’m sure it will be great.”
That made the other smile wider.
The dinner was fabulous on Peter’s standards.
Mohinder had set the table in the living room, after cleaning it of all the papers and books.
It wasn’t a romantic dinner, off course, but somehow it felt like one. Maybe the dim light in the flat caused this, or maybe just because it was late night or the relaxed smile on their faces.
Peter decided not to bring up the Superpowers subject yet, the food was too good to be wasted, and he knew Mohinder was not very open to that subject in particular. Even if he had given it as an excuse to invite Peter to dinner.
To quench his need to talk about it he kept eating and drinking.
Suresh was feeling nervous. Peter Petrelli hadn’t mentioned even once the romantic view on evolution. Was that a proof that he had invented all that? And if so, for what? To get his attention? Why?
“…so I wanted to make a difference,” Peter was saying, wine glass poised at his lips, avoiding looking at Mohinder’s warm eyes for more than a split second. “My family still can’t understand it.” He sipped at the wine, “I think it’s important to help people on their final moments!”
Mohinder smiled sweetly in agreement, drinking the last of his wine and pouring more into both their glasses. That was the second bottle and they were feeling warm and very relaxed.
“I find it very noble. The world needs more people like you.” His lilting voice filled the room, making Peter blush. Maybe it was the wine. He was feeling a little dizzy, with the warmth that kept spreading from his belly to all parts of his body.
Their plates were now empty, only the remains of a delicious meal left in the tureen. Two empty bottles on the floor.
Mohinder, elbows on the table, put his chin on his linked fingers, looking at Peter. His dark eyes held a softness and admiration that was reflected on his lips.
“You are a noble soul, Peter Petrelli,” he whispered, the accent making the air vibrate around Peter’s head, his face getting warmer. The nurse cast his eyes to his hands holding the glass as if his life depended on it. “You have a big heart, you care about people and their destiny.”
Peter’s hand shook visibly when he push his bangs away from his eyes just to keep falling again like a shield to his heart. He lifted his head and their gaze connected and held.
What feeling was this?
Both felt like there was a physical bond tying them across the table, rushing the air out of their lungs, butterflies flying in their stomach, a tingling sensation spreading across their skin. Like a deep ache that only now was acknowledged in their hearts.
Both jumped when there was a soft knock on the door, making the plates clack on the table.
“Mohinder? Are you there?”
Swallowing, Mohinder tried to regain his voice. “It’s Eden.” There was a bit of disappoint on his soft voice.
Peter was having a hard time to grasp what had happened. He nibbled his lower lip with a shy grin, while willing his heart to calm it’s frantic beating.
“Maybe it’s important,” he offered, eyes big and his gestures nervous.
“Yes, it might,” answered the darker handsome man, still looking at Peter, showing no will to go to the door, as he kept standing at the table.
Peter was unable to look away.
What was this strange feeling? Was he out of his mind? Was this a side effect of absorbing others’ powers? If so, what was Suresh excuse?
Again, the knock on the door made them jump and both laughed at it.
Peter got up a little wobbly. “I think I drank too much,” he chuckled nervously. “Better see what Eden wants, it could be important.”
Mohinder smiled at him and went to the door.
Eden’s beautiful face was marred with worry and she was carrying a food plastic box. When she saw Mohinder she smiled openly. “Hi!” her sweet face glowed. “I was getting worried. I came by early and you weren’t here. How did it go with the Petrelli?”
Without giving him time to answer, she barged into the place, coming to an abrupt stop when she saw Peter looking at her with a neutral expression, supporting the table. Or was the table supporting him? He was not sure anymore, since the room kept tilting slightly to left and right. Or was he the one tilting?
A frown appeared on his face as he looked at his feet, trying to determine if they were still on the floor.
Eden had her mouth open. “Oh!” she pivoted to look at Mohinder. “I thought that you had neglected dinner so I’ve brought you some of my new culinary experiments.” She showed the plastic box. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”
“Thank you, Eden. You are very kind.” There was sincerity on his face. “I invited Peter Petrelli to dinner so we could discuss some of his theories.”
The way he said ‘Peter Petrelli’, as if he was nothing of importance, just a simple person, was ruined by the warm accented tone Mohinder used.
He saw Peter starting to gather the empty plates to get them to the kitchen and give them some privacy. He felt touched by the gesture but then he realized two things: first, he didn’t want to explain anything to Eden, and second, Peter and the plates were not steady enough to get in one piece to the sink.
He crossed the distance, with a rushed “excuse me” to Eden, feeling a little unstable himself. He grabbed the plates from Peter’s hands before they slid to the floor.
That was a big mistake.
When their hands touched, they felt an energy jolt run through them. Their eyes locked again and time stilled. They could see into each other’s soul, they could see love, hope, caring, despair, fears and tenderness.
Then the plates crashed.
Porcelain shards rained around their feet.
“Damn!” Peter exclaimed, kneeling to grab the pieces. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok, Peter. Stop it. You might cut yourself.” Mohinder grabbed Peter by his elbows, making him get up from the floor. “I have a broom, you know?” he said with a smile to let the other know he was not upset over the loss of two dirty plates.
Peter snorted with amusement, grabbing onto Mohinder to stay upright.
“I know where it is,” Eden informed, needing to affirm her right to be there. She knew the apartment as well as her own. She was feeling jealous of that skinny nurse that said to have special powers. If only he knew!
“Maybe I could fly on it!” Peter mused with a crocked smile, finding it ridiculously amusing. “You know,” he inclined his head to Mohinder’s ear, “if I flew with the broom I could prove it to you.” Then you would believe me.
The geneticist went rigid, his skeptical mind coming up to the front again. Peter saw it and he frowned. “Nope, I think you would only think of me as a witch, or something.” He tried to smile again, but the hurt unabled it to form. Disentangling himself from Mohinder’s hands, he felt some of the buzzy feeling lift up for a moment. He knew he wasn’t sober, but the warm feeling he felt until a few moments ago was fading fast with the reappearing disappointment on Mohinder’s lack of faith in him.
Eden appeared with a broom and a dustpan, after putting her food recipient on top of their dinner table. She was marking her territory and Peter felt ashamed. He was the intruder, not her. She was the cute and sweet neighbor that was in love with the sexy scientist living across from her. He felt disgusted with himself. He was cheating on Simone! He was feeling strange warm things for a man. A man, for God’s sake! Things that evoked more power than the ones’ he had for that absolutely beautiful and fantastic woman. He felt a sense of panic growing inside him.
Mohinder was dividing his attention between the two. He wanted to be alone with Peter but he liked Eden, too, and he didn’t want to be rude to neither of them. Taking the broom from Eden, he said, “You don’t have to do that. Thank you. I’ll do it.”
Peter grabbed his stuff, fighting the fuzzy feelings. He shouldn’t have drunk so much. “I’ll go and take a cab,” he announced struggling with the satchel strap to put it over his head.
The other paused his sweeping for a moment, his brain registering what the nurse was saying. He dropped it and went to Peter. “No! You can’t leave.” His brain caught up with his mouth. “I mean, you can’t leave like this. You could fall and hurt yourself.” Mohinder helped him with the bag, taking it from him.
“I really need to go,” Peter whispered in an almost desperate plea, not quite looking at Mohinder.
The girl approached them with a solicitous look. “I’ll call a cab. You don’t need to look for one on the street at this hour.” Her smile was sweet. Her eyes said something else.
“Thank you,” Peter nodded his head, avoiding her gaze. He knew what he would see in it.
“I’m going to leave in the morning,” Mohinder informed Peter, turning his back to Eden who was talking on the phone but keeping an eye on them.
“I know.” Peter answered in the same hushed tone, moving slightly from one foot to the other, still avoiding Suresh, his heart beating wildly. He felt out of breath.
“I’m not coming back.”
That made Peter look at him. Bewilderment and disappointment all written on his expressive face. They could hear the seconds ticking away.
And still they held on.
“The cab will be here in five minutes,” Eden informed them, once again shattering their gaze.
Peter wished he could hate her for that. Yet, he felt thankful, for she was strong in his weakness to break those unbelievingly powerful eyes that kept finding his own tormented ones.
“I think I’ll go. Probably it will take me more than five minutes to get to the front door.” He tried to joke. He picked his satchel up from Mohinder’s grasp. “Thank you. For the dinner,” he looked to Eden, “and for calling the cab.”
“I’ll see you to the car. Eden, please, would you be so kind to wait for me here? There are some issues I need to discuss with you about my father’s things.”
He did not wait for her answer and took Peter’s arm and bag and got them out the door.
Eden sighed, frustrated.
The stairs were taken with care in total silence. Both concentrating on descending and their mixed emotions.
Once they got to the entry, Peter tried to take his bag from the geneticist but with no avail.
“We never got to talk about the other things.” His face was blank and yet Peter knew he was feeling lots of things. He doesn’t believe you, he remembered himself, he’s just being polite.
Peter slowly nodded his head. “We didn’t.” He sighed. “I can fly when I’m with Nathan, I can paint the future when I’m with Isaac Mendez, I met Hiro Nakamura from the future and he told me I have to save the cheerleader to save the world.” He looked Suresh in the eye. “What can you do about it?” he asked with a deep sadness that cut through the slightly inebriant fog.
Mohinder opened his mouth but nothing came out of it. What could he do about it? He couldn’t believe in such nonsense, he was going to take his father’s ashes home and return to his academic world, leaving New York behind. Leaving Peter behind. Forever.
The arrival of the cab gave Peter the way out he knew was the only option. He sighed again, a headache starting to grow behind his eyes. Finally taking his satchel back, he prepared to leave.
“I wish you good luck, Dr. Mohinder Suresh. Thank you…” for what? A wonderful dinner that ended so abruptly? For listening to him and then ditching out his theory? He shook his shoulders, just … “Thank you.”
He got out, got in the cab and disappeared into the night.
Suddenly Mohinder felt terribly alone. He felt like he had been giving the chance of his life and simply turned it away.
He stood there, alone, a glass door separating him from the darkness, a dim light casting more shadows than light around him.
He felt his heart break and he didn’t know why.
End
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