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Dr. Mohinder Suresh ([info]potentiality) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-29 20:54:00

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Entry tags:emile danko, gabriel 'sylar' gray, mohinder suresh, molly walker

WHO: Mohinder Suresh, Molly Walker and Emile Danko. With added Sylar later.
WHAT: Danko is a bad, bad man.
WHEN: A little while after this post.
WHERE: Mohinder and Molly's flat.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In Progress.

Mohinder was worried. Danko was here, and he knew that Molly was someone the man would be eager to get his hands on...someone who could lead him to every special person in the city. He just had to hope that Sylar kept his word, and that Danko never realised they were here. If it had just been himself, he might have taken the man on, but he had a responsibility as a parent to be there for Molly and to keep her safe. So he kept quiet and tried to comfort his daughter the best way he knew how.

So he made tea.

He came into the living room and sat next to Molly on the floor, setting down a tray with chai tea and chocolate chip cookies between them. He poured the tea into two cups and handed one to Molly. "It will be all right," he insisted, kissing the top of her head. "I promise. I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."


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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 02:40 am UTC (link)
Molly held up the coloring book so he could see it better, turning the partially colored page picturing a couple of deer grazing in a meadow toward him with a smile. Setting it back down, she picked up her cup of tea again and frowned into the liquid. "Claude says he thinks Sylar is trying. And he did say he was sorry for what he did," she admitted, then nodded in faint agreement. She wanted to believe he could change, too. She didn't want to be scared of him, and she didn't want to have to worry that he was going to come after her all the time.

She might have said more on the subject, probably would have, if Mohinder hadn't spoken again. What he said next made her take pause. Her eyes widened and she swore her heart skipped a beat. "Really?" she asked in a tone that was hesitant, as though afraid she might have just imagined the question and speaking about it would make it not be true.

Her eyes scanned his face, searching for any sign that he wasn't being serious. She knew, logically, that Mohinder wouldn't joke about something like that but she still had to be sure. And when she saw nothing that indicated he was just teasing, her shock gave way to the first real smile she'd had since Danko's arrival in the city.

"I'd like that," she told him with absolute certainty in her tone. "I'd like that very much." Holding her cup of tea carefully with one hand, she picked up a cookie with the other and leaned lightly against Mohinder in an armless hug before taking a nibble of the treat.

It was as she was chewing that she realized she hadn't checked Danko's location in a while. The last she had checked, Sylar was going somewhere else and Danko - while just across the hall - had been staying put. For a second, she considered not bothering. Mohinder would keep her safe and Sylar said he'd take care of the threat against them all. But now that the thought had crossed her mind, she couldn't seem to think of much else. It was even cutting into the pleasure at the thought of having a real family again.

She knew what she had to do and was grateful, at least, that it would only take a second. Closing her eyes briefly and letting the constant presence of the man beside her keep her fear at bay, Molly's brow furrowed after a second and her eyes snapped back open.

"He's outside the door," she whispered. There was a tremor in her voice as she looked toward the door that led to the hallway, then back to Mohinder with eyes shining with worry. The tea cup she held began to rattle softly in her hand.

"Danko's right outside."

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[info]potentiality
2009-09-30 03:24 am UTC (link)
"That looks very nice," he said of the picture, finishing the cookie and his tea and setting the cup aside. "Well then, we may as well give him a chance." If people were backing up his assertion, it was probably a safe thing to believe. Besides, the Sylar he remembered never bothered with apologies. And it was good to have something to believe in, after so much time spent running and hiding and generally being fucked over by life. They were due for some good news about now.

"Really," he said with a small, fond smile, wrapping an arm around her in a sort of half-hug. His smile widened when she agreed and he looked down at her as he spoke. "I'm very glad. We can either make things work here, or go back to India if we get home, and settle down there. Away from all the chaos that seems to constantly surround New York."

At her declaration, he felt his stomach drop, and he took the teacup from her hand so she wouldn't spill it. He closed his eyes for a second and forced himself to breathe around the sudden lump in his throat. Molly would be fine. He'd make sure of it. "Molly," he said softly. "I need you to be brave for me and go down the fire escape. Go and find Sylar or Bennet. I'll be right behind you." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Hurry."

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[info]runningonfear
2009-09-30 03:48 am UTC (link)
Emile Danko was right outside their door. Originally it was because, after arriving at the apartment and making an inspection of the place especially in relation to the rest of the building and the vantage points of the city, he had shrugged his jacket back on the head out and try and take his mind off of...well, whatever this was. He had only paused when, as he was shutting the door behind him, he caught a glimpse of the plaque across the hall in the corner of his eye and one name that stood out.

Mohinder Suresh.

That was what had attracted his attention, caused him to stop and read the other name on the plaque. A slow smile spread across his face as the understanding slowly dawned as to exactly why Sylar had felt the need to catch him as he was entering the building and warn him against bothering others. They were so close, after all. Sitting ducks in this great big mess of a place that of course the big bad wolf had to try and warn him off. If he actually tried, Danko would be able to kill more of them than Sylar would be able to save.

And with the other name on the plaque (Molly Walker) at his disposal, he wouldn't even have to work up a sweat.

Pulling his gun out of his holster and cocking it as he stepped towards the door, Danko pressed his ear against the wood, listening and managing to catch lowered and whispered voices just behind it. They knew he was coming. Of course they knew he was coming. The girl would have been able to sense it. Oh, well, then. No need to try and manage the element of surprise.

Foot against the door, kicking it off the hinges, Danko went it firing. Two shots in the open air, anything to potentially push the people that were inside to action. The only exits were, of course, the door and the fire ladders on the balconies. He had them trapped one way or another.

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 03:57 am UTC (link)
Molly wasn't sure her legs would even hold her as she scrambled into a standing position. At some point, although she wasn't sure when, she'd grasped Mohinder's hand and was clinging to it tightly. "Come with me now," she insisted. "Please! If you stay, he'll-"

The rest of her plea was cut off by the sound of the front door slamming open. Instantly her legs went from shaking to frozen, her eyes wide in abject horror as everything seemed to turn into slow motion. It lasted for only a second though, long enough for the man to shoot his gun twice, and the noise was enough to snap her back into action.

It took everything she had within her to release Mohinder's hand but she managed. She also had the forethought to grab her PDA before she skirted around the side, then back, of the couch. Her sock-covered feet slipped on the floor and she all but skid toward the door that led to the patio. As she yanked on the handle and pulled it open, she chanced one more glance behind her.

Mohinder, she noticed with nothing short of absolute horror gripping her heart, was not following.

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[info]potentiality
2009-09-30 07:58 am UTC (link)
Mohinder wanted to run. He wanted to go with Molly and make sure she made it away safely, but he knew he couldn't. He needed to keep Danko occupied long enough for Molly to get away. She was his responsibility, and more importantly she was his family, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her if he could help it. He stood and released Molly's hand pushing her in the direction she needed to go. He only hoped she would go and not wait.

"Danko," he said, with far more calm than he actually felt. He wouldn't attack or give the man any excuse to use the gun. "I don't imagine you've heard of knocking? I would suggest you get out of my flat and go back to your own before you do something you'll regret." Not because he thought the man would actually regret his actions, but they'd make a lot of people angry. "Molly is just a child, she does not need to be involved in this."

And he had the strange notion that Danko would at least have the decency not to shoot him in front of his daughter.

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[info]runningonfear
2009-09-30 10:39 am UTC (link)
The Professor, trying to talk his way out of the situation. Oh, Danko was hardly surprised. Even with the ability that Suresh had at his disposal, he was hardly fast enough in most situations in order to avoid the results that would come if Danko did get the whim to use the gun that was cocked and ready in his hand, aimed dead center in the man's chest.

"She's not just a child, doctor," Danko said, smiling in the face of Mohinder's feigned calm. He had to give the man something. While not as effective as ripping the door off of a taxi and throwing it at everyone, it was hardly a surrender. He seemed logical, rational, able to maintain his head in a difficult situation, all and all, the type of person that Danko would have otherwise sought out to do the sort of field work that he had been expected to carry out over the years.

It really was a shame that a little thing like genetics had to tip the scale in the other direction.

"But it seems that you've already anticipated my thought patterns. Impressive," Danko said, tipping his head to the side slightly in acknowledgment before pulling the trigger three times and firing directly at Mohinder's chest and watched the other man drop. "Too bad quick thinking doesn't stop bullets."

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 10:53 am UTC (link)
It all happened so fast. One minute, Mohinder was speaking and Molly was inching her way toward the patio. She was too afraid to flat-out run, terrified and half-convinced that Danko was going to somehow hurt Mohinder if she made so much as a single sound.

Then the gun went off, and Mohinder hit the ground, and Molly knew - just knew - that he was dead. Gone, like her parents. He was never going to hug her or bake her cookies or walk her to school or do anything for her, or with her, ever again. And, just like with her parents, it was because of her.

"NO!" The scream burst from her lips and reverberated throughout the apartment, echoing back within her mind. She wanted to run to him, be at his side, hug him and make him be okay. Yet as her horror-filled gaze slowly slid from his fallen form to Danko, self-preservation kicked into high gear and Molly knew if she did that it would be the last thing she ever did.

So instead, she ran. Through the patio doors, to the ladder that was at the end of the patio. Her small hands trembled as she shoved against the contraption, forcing it down through the hole in the grating at her feet. It groaned and clanged, metal against metal, but slid into position. With tears in her eyes she did her best to quickly yet carefully climb over the side and place one foot, and then the other, against the top rung of the ladder.

She had to get away. She was doing her best. But even in her escape efforts, her thoughts continued to flicker back to the man lying now-dead, she was sure of it, on the floor of the living room. As well as the man who had quickly taken Sylar's position as the veritable boogieman in her mind, who was going to come through that door at any second and shoot her too.

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[info]runningonfear
2009-09-30 11:13 am UTC (link)
But Danko had no intention of shooting her. No. At least, not yet. She was much too valuable for him to just kill right away. The information that she could provide him with, after all, was worth far more than just the death of one more of their kind. Stepping past Mohinder, keeping his gun trained on the man as he did in case he was still capable of striking back, Danko headed out towards the balcony, gun in hand as he pulled open the door and stepped out, arching an eyebrow slightly at the ladder. Well, this was an easy enough situation to fix.

Setting the gun down on the patio next to him, Danko reached out, grasping the edges of the ladder and pulling, folding it back up and pulling her higher with each rung that he tugged back up. Even as she went down still. He realized he was jostling the ladder. Probably making it difficult for her to hang on as well. But all the better. Maybe if she realized that she was in a lose/lose situation, she'd come along quietly.

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 11:23 am UTC (link)
She was getting closer to the bottom of the ladder, she was sure of it. Although she refused to look down, and had actually kept her eyes squeezed shut during most of her trek, she was still positive she had to be getting close to the bottom. At least, until the ladder began to move back upwards.

The shaking brought on by the wind grew even stronger, the telltale sign of metal scraping against metal once more making her eyes fly open. Molly peered above her in absolute panic. Her stomach dropped and heart skipped a beat at the sight of Danko calmly pulling her back in the direction she'd just come from.

With a whimper, Molly did her best to continue climbing. If she could just get close enough to the bottom, she could jump. At least, that was her first thought. Then she chanced a glance downward at long last and knew that option was clearly out. If she were to jump from this high up, she'd almost certainly break a bone, if not kill herself entirely. And while she was all but certain he was going to kill her too, Molly decided in that moment that she'd much rather be shot and have it end quickly than plummet to her death and die slowly from internal injuries, all alone in an alley, with no one but her would-be killer to watch it happen.

So with a feeling of resignation, Molly spoke over the screech of the metal and tears that thickened her throat and stung her eyes. "S-Stop!" She drew in a breath, knuckles white as she simply clung to the ladder and her shriek muffled when one foot slipped on the run upon which she was perched.

"Please! I-I'll come up! I promise! Just stop before I fall!"

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[info]runningonfear
2009-09-30 11:33 am UTC (link)
"Smart girl," Danko said as he pulled the ladder that he'd already gathered back along the patio, holding it down with one hand as he picked up and holstered his gun and then stood, slowly and carefully as not to budge the ladder again and stood, keeping one foot on the third to last rung that he'd tugged up to keep the ladder from sliding quickly back down to the fully deployed position as he looked down at her.

Ten years old. Ten. The idea that there could have been threats out there with potentially lethal abilities who didn't even have the capacity to make rational and logical decision had perhaps been one of the most frightening parts of finding out about all of this. Infants with these abilities, toddlers, especially ones like Elle Bishop (luckily dead by the time that he had briefed on the sort of people he'd be dealing with) with extreme destructive capability at such a young age were a nightmare for him to even envision. It was for a great...number of reasons that they were a nightmare, and it had taken him quite a bit of rationalizing when he'd first gotten the information to ne able to deal with this reality.

But it was one all the same. He'd seen the hesitation in his men's eyes when they had had to take on Rebel, but it was something he'd cleared with his conscience a long time before. Child or not, they were still just as dangerous. And they all had to be treated the same.

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 11:40 am UTC (link)
Smart. Right. Molly wanted to argue the point. Smart people, after all, didn't willingly climb back to face their certain death. Smart people ran when they were told to run, not freeze in place and watch as their loved ones were gunned down in cold blood. Smart people didn't willingly stay in the same building as people who might want to hurt them, and the people they cared about, and smart people didn't believe the words of monsters when they promised to deal with these sorts of situations before this precise thing happened.

No, Molly argued if only in her mind, she wasn't smart. She was scared, she was sad, and some small part of her was angry at those who had let her and Mohinder down - as well as herself for being so very scared and unable to leave when she should have - but she was not smart.

The thoughts wrapped up as she finally reached the top of the ladder and pulled herself to the patio. Swallowing hard, she crouched where she was for a moment and peered up at him. Then, relying on all of the internal strength she possessed, the girl slowly rose to her feet.

"Why are you doing this?"

Her voice was surprisingly calm, save the tremble to her words. She couldn't help that, though. Couldn't stop the tears that blurred her vision, either. She wished she could. Wished she could be as calm as Mohinder...

The thought of him, lying dead inside the apartment, made her tears start fresh and she gave a broken whimper as she questioned, "Why not just let me fall?"

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[info]runningonfear
2009-09-30 11:56 am UTC (link)
"Because you're useful," Danko said, reaching out and grasping her arm to make sure that she didn't run away. Children were so prone to that, after all. "You're going to help me resolve some unfinished business. Whether you like the idea or not," He said as he hauled her towards the apartment. He had to get out of the complex, to somewhere else entirely, and he had to do it quickly before anyone else become the wiser to what had happened.

It was a short enough trip back through the apartment, pointedly dragging her back through the exact way that he'd came and past Mohinder in order to emphasize a point. He could easily do that to her as well if she gave him a reason. Out into the hallway and down towards the stairwell. Fourth floor to the ground floor was a bit of a walk, but once that trek down the stairs was over with...

The real obstacle came into view.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2009-09-30 12:12 pm UTC (link)
This was the last thing that he had expected to run into after dragging Jim's ass back to Building A and making sure that he was going to be watched (he was sure Seven was probably used to this by now) before heading on back to his own room. Upon seeing Danko dragging an extremely upset Molly as he stepped into the lobby, Sylar froze in place, taking in the scene for the split second that he had before Danko reached for his gun.

Sylar's hand came up automatically, ripping the weapon from Danko's hands and tossing it across the room before his eyes narrowed at the man, his other hand moving, provoking a slight yelp and gritted teeth on Danko's part as his fingers were telekinetically pried back and away from Molly's arm.

"We talked about this, Emile," Sylar drawled, that taunting edge in his voice as he stalked towards the man. "And I had so hoped that you would be smart enough to actually adhere to the guidelines that I gave you," He said as he dropped Danko's hand, the fingers still bent at odd angles as he did. "It's such a disappointment to see that I was wrong. Whatever shall I do with you now?"

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-09-30 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Molly could honestly say that she had never been happy to see Sylar before. And even if she had, she was quite sure that she had never, ever, been happier to see him than she was at that very moment. Hope flooded through her, followed quickly by relief as Danko's hand was unceremoniously pried off of her arm. Immediately she scampered away from him, backward, until her back pressed against the wall of the lobby.

Her eyes flickered between the two men before her gaze slid to the stairs then past them, to the front door of the building. She wanted to go check on Mohinder. She knew he was dead - Danko had made sure to take her close enough to his body as he'd drug her from the apartment that she'd seen that much with her own two eyes - but she didn't want to leave him alone.

At the same time, though, she really wanted to leave. Run away, as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't sure where she'd run to, except perhaps to Claude, but she knew she didn't want to be here.

Yet she wasn't sure the best route to take so, she simply stayed where she was. She pressed herself against the wall as much as she could, resisting the urge to drop to the ground on the off chance she had to move quickly, and stared between Danko and Sylar with wide eyes that were still brimming with unshed tears she was simply too terrified to allow to fall.

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[info]runningonfear
2009-10-01 06:32 pm UTC (link)
Disarmed, one hand crippled, fingers likely broken, and penned in just within reach of the exit (not that running for it would have made any difference, he knew), and yet, Danko's expression remained steadfast, stubbornly twisted in a mocking smile.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Danko asked, his prize lost but his pride still intact. "You're nothing. Pathetic, weak, someone who doesn't even know who he is or what he's doing. Protecting a girl that you tried to murder, whose family you slaughtered without a second thought? Do you really think you're any better than me? At least I know why I do what I do. What reasons do you have other than greed and delusions of grandeur?"

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[info]inaworldsocold
2009-10-01 07:20 pm UTC (link)
"Self satisfaction," Sylar drawled as he flicked his hand, tossing Danko violently backwards and into the far wall. Pinning him there, Sylar stalked forward, a look in his eyes that verged on madness as he smirked at the other man. "And at the moment, my self satisfaction would include seeing you in a lifeless heap. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you where you stand."

The brief flickering of Danko's eyes, however, was all that it took for the fire that was blazing in Sylar's veins to be extinguished in a second. Molly. He'd already traumatized her enough, made her watch things that she didn't need to, live an experience that could never be erased.

So he couldn't just kill Danko here. His grip slacked a moment before tightening again, the brief relief that had flashed into Danko's eyes disappearing under a layer of heavy impassivity at second that he was pressed flat against the wall again.

"I know where you live, Danko. I know what you do. I know how you think. Don't think for a second that you could ever get anything past me. You might know who you are, but I know you better. I'm watching, and if you hurt anyone..."

The smirk that interrupted those words, however, cut Sylar off short as a realization washed over him like ice water.

He already had.

Gripping Danko tight, Sylar slammed him back against the wall, once, twice, and a third time until the man slummed unconscious in his grasp. Dropping him unceremoniously to the floor, Sylar's expression softened as he turned his gaze towards Molly, a heavy worry and quiet guilt in his eyes. He should have gotten here sooner.

"He killed him. Didn't he?"

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-10-02 01:20 am UTC (link)
Molly watched the interaction between the two men warily. She continued to lean against the wall, fingers pressing so tightly to the smooth, flat surface that they positive ached. She ignored the slight discomfort, though, her entire body wound up tightly as she waited for... what, she wasn't sure.

When Sylar slammed Danko into the very wall upon which she was leaning - although thankfully nowhere near where she stood - Molly flinched at the sound. She blinked the second time and had to bite her lip to stifle a plea that he stop with the third. She didn't like Danko, was terrified of him, but she didn't want him to die. For all she knew, he might have a family back home. People who cared about him. People who would miss him. And even if that weren't true, she still didn't want to see him dead. Hurt, yes, but alive.

So when Sylar first spoke after tossing the other man to the ground, she didn't answer. Instead she waited a heartbeat and studied Danko's chest. It wasn't until she saw the telltale sign of his chest rising and falling that she exhaled shakily and flickered her gaze to the man that she'd once considered her own, personal boogieman. The man that had just saved her.

His question registered in her mind but, for a heartbeat, all she could do was stare at him with watery eyes. Then with a sob, she moved from where she stood and approached Sylar slowly, as though still in shock.

"He s-shot him. Upstairs. Just... shot him," she managed in a broken tone. Her entire face seemed to crumple, tiny shoulders sagging and tears spilling silently down her cheeks.

And without another word, Molly wrapped her arms around Sylar's waist and began to cry in earnest.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2009-10-02 01:53 am UTC (link)
Quietly settling a hand on the back of Molly's head, Sylar sighed, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion as he turned with attention down to the young girl for a long moment before he found his voice again. "We need to go back up there," Sylar said gently. He could imagine that she didn't want to see Mohinder dead again, but just leaving him there... No, he could fix it if they didn't wait too long. But he wasn't about to force her to walk back up the stairs that she'd just gotten dragged down, not when she was this upset and this out of it.

A slight hesitation in his actions, since he hardly wanted to upset her that much more, Sylar reached down, picking her up and hugging her gently, rubbing her back as he headed back upstairs and whispering quiet reassurances. Things would be fine. They were all going to be fine. Mohinder was going to be fine. He was going to make sure of it.

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-10-02 02:12 am UTC (link)
Later on, when Molly had calmed down and enough time had passed that the shock of the recent events had worn off, she might be embarrassed by the way she clung to a man who had once been the source of so many nightmares for her. She might be flustered at how very immature she was acting, and how the logic she normally possessed in most situations - while not necessarily adult logic but still advanced for someone her age - had evaporated into seeming thin air.

For the time being, however, she simply clung to Sylar when he lifted her into his arms. Her head slid to his shoulder, face pressed against his neck. A large part of her didn't want to go back upstairs but enough of her did that she wasn't going to argue. She honestly didn't think she had it left in her to argue about much of anything. Sorrow and exhaustion were vying for dominance within her and, while neither was the obvious victor, both were taking their toll.

So she just held on tightly and did her best to stop crying. It didn't work, not entirely, as the tears continued to leak from her eyes even as she squeezed them shut tightly. However she did stop trembling and her shoulders stopped shaking. By the time they reached the fourth floor, she had even managed to get her breathing back to normal.

Raising her head up, she realized they were at the door to the apartment and she tensed, already knowing what was inside without having to look. "I'm scared," she whispered in a small voice barely audible to her own ears.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2009-10-02 02:36 am UTC (link)
"I know," Sylar said. He could feel it, after all. Her memories of the event, other thoughts that were swirling around in her head, all of the fears and the vague confusion that came from actually being relieved to see him, he could feel it all. "But we'll fix this."

Especially since he knew how. Pushing the door open and frowning at the scene in front of him, his eyes flickering over the scene as he forced himself to eye the bullet holes in the wall before his attention reluctantly down to Mohinder's body.

Setting Molly back down on her feet, Sylar reached out, settling a reassuring hand on her shoulder before he fished in his pocket. Claire had taken to carrying around syringes just in case, and Sylar had figured that it was a good idea to at least have one ready when he was out. Fishing into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the fresh needle, he shucked the jacket and rolled up his sleeve, drawing the blood up into the vial before crossing over to Mohinder and kneeling next to him.

Rolling up the other man's sleeve, Sylar laughed in a slightly bitter way, "I guess you can call this even, huh?" Sylar muttered before injecting the needle into Mohinder's arm.

All they had to do now was wait.

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[info]potentiality
2009-10-02 05:30 am UTC (link)
It took a few minutes. He'd been shot three times, and it had done a lot of internal damage. Finally though, Mohinder sat up and gasped for breath, gripping Sylar's arm and coughing up the bullets Danko had used to kill him onto the floor. He sat there, shocked, for a long moment, before looking at Sylar. "What...I..." He trailed off, unsure what to say, before he remembered what happened. Danko had shot him. He hadn't expected that somehow, and it was still a shock that it had happened.

"Molly!" he said, immediately worried. "Did she...is she..." He looked past Sylar and saw her, feeling an immediate surge of relief. "Oh thank god." Because he didn't care so much about himself, so long as Molly was all right.

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[info]humanmapquest
2009-10-02 05:45 am UTC (link)
But we'll fix this.

Although, in her grief, Molly couldn't see how they could 'fix' any of it, she didn't argue when Sylar said it. She didn't even question him. She simply stood where he'd set her down, arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, as she watched him inject Mohinder with some of his own blood.

The seconds ticked by, seemingly to take an eternity between each one. And then, a miracle happened.

The moment Mohinder spoke, Molly felt the tears once again fill her eyes. This time, however, they were born from relief rather than sorrow. She trembled violently, her entire body tensing as she waited. For what, she wasn't sure. Then he met her gaze and she figured that was as good of a sign as any that he really was okay again.

With a sob, she all but flung herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I thought I lost you!" she cried, fingers clutching at his shirt as she crawled into his lap and pressed her ear against his chest.

Hearing his steady heartbeat only confirmed that he really was alive once more and Molly began to cry in earnest from pure, unadulterated relief. The words continued to pour from her, as well, a constant litany of everything she'd been feeling and thinking since the moment Danko had shot him.

"You were dead. He came in and he shot you and I was all alone. He tried to take me and-" She sat up a bit, back just enough to look him in the face, and her expression went from tearful joy to borderline angry.

"Don't ever do that again!" she admonished. Then she reached up, touching him gently against one cheek and added pointedly, "You can't adopt me if you're dead."

As quickly as the outburst had started, it ended, and Molly hugged him tightly once more. After a few seconds though, she paused and slowly turned to the man who was responsible for her tearful reunion. Her gaze met Sylar's and, for the first time ever, there wasn't a trace of fear anywhere to be found.

"Thank you," she said quietly, pouring all of the gratitude she could into those two words. She didn't say anything more, not sure what to say, so instead she went back to hugging Mohinder with the sort of intensity that a drowning man might cling to a life raft.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2009-10-03 11:48 pm UTC (link)
Sylar was a little surprised by the grip on his arm, but he didn't fight it. Clapping a hand lightly on Mohinder's shoulder as his attention turned to Molly, Sylar offered both of them a very light and tentative smile. "Don't worry about it. It's the least I could do," He said before turning his attention to Mohinder, chuckling a bit.

"Just try not to make a habit of it, all right?" Sylar said, knowing full well just how ridiculous that statement probably was considering Mohinder hardly asked to be shot. But still, Danko had probably done it when Mohinder had his guard down. And that... Well, that really was like asking for it.

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