Lifted Haze
Title: Lifted Haze - Part 2 of the Weakness triology
Characters/Paring: Mohinder, Angela - vague/implied Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to 3.03 with hints of 3.05. The rest is speculation and a slight AU twist.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 833
Summary: Mohinder wakes up and everything has changed.
Notes: This is kinda AU because it's a continuation of what I started with Achilles' Heel. There will be one more part to this, where Sylar and Mohinder are in the same room and both conscious, I promise! This is my first time having a serious crack at Angela, I rather enjoyed it.
Sorry if the pseudoscience is off to anyone in the know. I was heavily influence by a recent episode of House.
Thanks to ladywilde80 for the beta.
Part 1 - Achilles' Heel
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The world was a pleasant haze. He was floating in an ethereal nothingness.
Then it was a not so pleasant haze. That murky in-between where you know something is wrong, something uncomfortable like an itch you can’t scratch, but you don’t know what it is or why you should be so concerned.
The fog began to lift and memory, awareness, slowly trickled back.
Everything had gone wrong, so horribly wrong. It had looked like a monumental scientific breakthrough and then… He wasn’t even really sure what had happened, it all seemed like a blur and now - now his mind felt clear.
“He’s coming out of it.” A strange voice, male.
“Good. Thank you.” A female voice that spoke in clipped, authoritative tones. Something about it was vaguely familiar.
Mohinder opened his mouth to speak, to ask what was going on, but all that came out was a dry croaking sound. His tongue felt like sand and his throat was closed up.
Dainty hands lightly withered with age held out a paper cup filled with water, dangling it under his nose. Mohinder took it, careful of clumsy, bandaged hands. He didn’t want to drop it. The lukewarm liquid breathed new life into his mouth and throat. He downed the entire contents, coughed once to clear his throat, and blinked his eyes carefully. His vision began to crystallize and he took in his surroundings.
It was obvious at first glance that he was in a medical facility. As the details became clear he recognized the brickwork and the paint job. The woman before him he recognized as well, though he didn’t quite know why she was here, of all places.
“Mrs. Petrelli?” Last time he’d seen the woman, he’d been dropping off Peter’s cooling corpse. She wasn’t someone he had particularly wanted to meet again.
Death, a voice whispered in his mind. Murder.
“Dr. Suresh,” she greeted with her refined tones. It wasn’t hard, however, to spot the traces of disdain.
“What’s going on?” He could guess, to a point. He knew he’d changed. He knew he’d done something that left him unsettled and feeling faintly disgusted with himself, but the only clear memories he had ended when his head hit the pillow after injecting himself. The first glorious rush was crystal clear, but the rest… Horror. Regret. Death. Deceit. Murder. He couldn’t bring himself to remember.
Monster.
“You nearly killed yourself with your little experiment, Doctor.” She said his title like he didn’t deserve to have it, and though he owed this practical stranger no explanation, he still felt a thrill of shame. “Not to mention the rest of the… unpleasantness. If you had shared your research with us, none of this would have happened.”
“I thought you weren’t with the Company any longer.” He clutched to facts that had nothing to do with him, what he’d done, what he couldn’t quite remember. He’d heard from both Bob and Matt of her involvement with the Company’s founding, but he’d been under the impression she’d gotten out years ago.
“I wasn’t actively involved, true, but when Bob was murdered command fell to me.”
“Bob was murdered?”
“By Sylar,” she dropped the name with ease.
Mohinder’s every muscle froze. He wasn’t surprised, per se, but once again he felt responsible. He remembered Sylar’s reaction to being told he’d been injected with the virus all too clearly. Mohinder hadn’t particularly liked Bob, but still…
And how are you better than him now?
Angela must have lacked patience for his silence, for she swiftly moved on.
“You’re through the worst of it now, we think. The physical wounds will take a while to fully heal, but otherwise you’ve made a miraculous recovery. Two days ago our doctors thought you weren’t going to make it. Then overnight you take a turn for the better. The toxins being produced were suddenly concentrated in your blood and with dialysis you made steady improvement. We believe your serum is still wreaking havoc with your system, but the immediate danger has passed.”
Mohinder sat in silence, taking it all in, trying to make sense of it all. Angela Petrelli was looking at him in a both curious and calculating manner that made him distinctly uncomfortable. He could feel the ache of the wounds dotted across his flesh, but somehow they paled in significance to her steely glare.
“If you think I can explain it, I can’t.” He offered in a resigned fashion. “I didn’t expect any of these side effects at all.”
Angela narrowed her eyes, clasping her hands together before her in a very no-nonsense fashion.
“It’s not what happened that has me so curious, at the moment. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss your… escapades in the future. Right now I’m more interested in the how, but especially the why.”
“I’m not sure I understand...”
“The only thing that happened in the night before you began to recover, Dr Suresh, was that you had a visitor: one Mr. Gabriel Gray.”
Part 3 - Momentum
Characters/Paring: Mohinder, Angela - vague/implied Mohinder/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to 3.03 with hints of 3.05. The rest is speculation and a slight AU twist.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 833
Summary: Mohinder wakes up and everything has changed.
Notes: This is kinda AU because it's a continuation of what I started with Achilles' Heel. There will be one more part to this, where Sylar and Mohinder are in the same room and both conscious, I promise! This is my first time having a serious crack at Angela, I rather enjoyed it.
Sorry if the pseudoscience is off to anyone in the know. I was heavily influence by a recent episode of House.
Thanks to ladywilde80 for the beta.
Part 1 - Achilles' Heel
---------------
The world was a pleasant haze. He was floating in an ethereal nothingness.
Then it was a not so pleasant haze. That murky in-between where you know something is wrong, something uncomfortable like an itch you can’t scratch, but you don’t know what it is or why you should be so concerned.
The fog began to lift and memory, awareness, slowly trickled back.
Everything had gone wrong, so horribly wrong. It had looked like a monumental scientific breakthrough and then… He wasn’t even really sure what had happened, it all seemed like a blur and now - now his mind felt clear.
“He’s coming out of it.” A strange voice, male.
“Good. Thank you.” A female voice that spoke in clipped, authoritative tones. Something about it was vaguely familiar.
Mohinder opened his mouth to speak, to ask what was going on, but all that came out was a dry croaking sound. His tongue felt like sand and his throat was closed up.
Dainty hands lightly withered with age held out a paper cup filled with water, dangling it under his nose. Mohinder took it, careful of clumsy, bandaged hands. He didn’t want to drop it. The lukewarm liquid breathed new life into his mouth and throat. He downed the entire contents, coughed once to clear his throat, and blinked his eyes carefully. His vision began to crystallize and he took in his surroundings.
It was obvious at first glance that he was in a medical facility. As the details became clear he recognized the brickwork and the paint job. The woman before him he recognized as well, though he didn’t quite know why she was here, of all places.
“Mrs. Petrelli?” Last time he’d seen the woman, he’d been dropping off Peter’s cooling corpse. She wasn’t someone he had particularly wanted to meet again.
Death, a voice whispered in his mind. Murder.
“Dr. Suresh,” she greeted with her refined tones. It wasn’t hard, however, to spot the traces of disdain.
“What’s going on?” He could guess, to a point. He knew he’d changed. He knew he’d done something that left him unsettled and feeling faintly disgusted with himself, but the only clear memories he had ended when his head hit the pillow after injecting himself. The first glorious rush was crystal clear, but the rest… Horror. Regret. Death. Deceit. Murder. He couldn’t bring himself to remember.
Monster.
“You nearly killed yourself with your little experiment, Doctor.” She said his title like he didn’t deserve to have it, and though he owed this practical stranger no explanation, he still felt a thrill of shame. “Not to mention the rest of the… unpleasantness. If you had shared your research with us, none of this would have happened.”
“I thought you weren’t with the Company any longer.” He clutched to facts that had nothing to do with him, what he’d done, what he couldn’t quite remember. He’d heard from both Bob and Matt of her involvement with the Company’s founding, but he’d been under the impression she’d gotten out years ago.
“I wasn’t actively involved, true, but when Bob was murdered command fell to me.”
“Bob was murdered?”
“By Sylar,” she dropped the name with ease.
Mohinder’s every muscle froze. He wasn’t surprised, per se, but once again he felt responsible. He remembered Sylar’s reaction to being told he’d been injected with the virus all too clearly. Mohinder hadn’t particularly liked Bob, but still…
And how are you better than him now?
Angela must have lacked patience for his silence, for she swiftly moved on.
“You’re through the worst of it now, we think. The physical wounds will take a while to fully heal, but otherwise you’ve made a miraculous recovery. Two days ago our doctors thought you weren’t going to make it. Then overnight you take a turn for the better. The toxins being produced were suddenly concentrated in your blood and with dialysis you made steady improvement. We believe your serum is still wreaking havoc with your system, but the immediate danger has passed.”
Mohinder sat in silence, taking it all in, trying to make sense of it all. Angela Petrelli was looking at him in a both curious and calculating manner that made him distinctly uncomfortable. He could feel the ache of the wounds dotted across his flesh, but somehow they paled in significance to her steely glare.
“If you think I can explain it, I can’t.” He offered in a resigned fashion. “I didn’t expect any of these side effects at all.”
Angela narrowed her eyes, clasping her hands together before her in a very no-nonsense fashion.
“It’s not what happened that has me so curious, at the moment. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss your… escapades in the future. Right now I’m more interested in the how, but especially the why.”
“I’m not sure I understand...”
“The only thing that happened in the night before you began to recover, Dr Suresh, was that you had a visitor: one Mr. Gabriel Gray.”
Part 3 - Momentum