Cat With Two Canaries - for doc_suresh

Continued from here.


It's been a week since Adam Monroe has stolen me from my happy home.  A week since I've done more than watch my Bhai sleep from time to time or once, when my captor was being generous, slept beside him.  The blond Englishman is a cruel taskmaster nearly all the time, slipping in bouts of kindness just when I am ready to hate him completely.

I have finally managed to enter the entire formula sequence into the computer.  We do not have a catalyst however, and my brother's notes are incomplete from the time he was working with Peter Petrelli's father to try and find a way to stop himself from becoming a monster.  I am not sure if he ruined them on purpose or if Adam was unsuccessful collecting the whole of it.  No matter anymore.

I don't have the luxury of failing, with or without the help of my otherself.

Mohinder is sleeping in the room through the glass behind my lab and I stand there while he slumbers, drinking chai.  I think his sometimes presence is meant only to taunt me.