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Tweak says, "hello Clarice"

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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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