The Worst Sort Of Battle -- Three Peas 'Verse

"The Worst Sort Of Battle"
Who:  Mohinder and Peter
When: After Elle's conversation with Peter upon his arrival back at the Company
Verse:  Three Peas


It was not getting any easier for Peter.  They'd given him too much.  Yes, his body was metabolizing it quickly as they pumped him full of dose after dose of what Elle lovingly referred to as 'Haitian Juice' but that didn't mean it didn't have lasting effects on Peter.  Trying to ween him off of it was going poorly and Mohinder didn't know why.

He stood outside of Peter's cell as he slept, or watched him on the monitor.  He'd officially turned into a stalker.