RP for witnessof_fate - Visiting a friend (S3 spoilerish)

[youngerpetrelli]

Peter was concerned about what Adam had told him about Mohinder's experiments, and also about the quickly dropped side comment about things the Company had obviously been working on in the past. From what he had seen in the future that research had to be stopped -- or at least carefully protected -- or things would go so very wrong.

But that wasn't the issue at the moment. Mohinder was a decent man, and he was struggling with something Peter had gained an all-too-intimate understanding of recently. This was the least he could do to help, keeping an eye on the man so he didn't hurt anyone if he lost control. Adam was right -- he was perfectly suited to do so, between his telepathy and empathy he could sense if Mohinder was starting to lose control, and with his strength, telekinesis, and ability to stop time, he could stop the man before anything terrible happened.

He figured that most of the time Mohinder would actually be working on research and that he'd have to keep himself entertained, so he packed some recent nursing articles he needed to read, and the novel he was in the middle of. He wrote a quick note to Adam ("I have my cell, in case you need me for anything. Love, Peter"), then on impulse stuffed his sketchbook and pencils into his messenger bag along with everything else. He checked to make sure his phone was charged, although he suspected he could do that himself these days, then decided it was time to go.

Not wanting to startle Mohinder and start the day off badly, he teleported to the door of the loft that had been Isaac's studio and was now Mohinder's lab, and knocked.

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[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's headache had finally gone away from the day before, thanks to Sylar's massage and dark and quiet in the room all night. By the morning, he was mostly calm again, and had told Sylar he'd be all right, though he was hoping rather fervently Baileigh would stay with Sark for the day. She'd come to New York at his request, been a very good friend, and miserable here, he knew, but he really couldn't stand another day of singing and cleaning around everything, moving things and...

So when the knock came his head snapped up, confusion and wariness in his eyes. After Bridget's "visit" a few nights before, he was far more paranoid about the Company, and he wasn't expecting visitors. When he saw Peter on the other side, though, he relaxed, at least marginally, and opened the door, taking in the bag, eyebrows going up.

"Peter. This is unexpected..." And thank god Sylar had already left.