Quarantine

[seekevolution]

News had a way of spreading a little too quickly. The moment Nathan had fallen at the press conference, media began having it's field day. Mohinder paid little attention.

He arrived at Odessa fourteen hours after the incident, severely jet-lagged and with a computer pre-loaded with all of the information that the Company thought he'd need. Mohinder had been down this road before, though never with such dire circumstances. The Shanti Virus was a subject near and dear to his heart, though it was far less stressful when all he needed to cure it was a bit of blood. Even though it was his own blood, at least he felt as if he was doing something.

Knowing from experience that not everything was black and white anymore, Mohinder kept his laptop and medical kit close at hand and made his way to the quarantine line with a grim look in his redrimmed black eyes. "Mohinder Suresh," he said, forgetting his title again for just a moment. "Doctor. You need to let me through."

The National Guard service man looked wary before radioing it in through the barricade. It was tense. Mohinder's shoulder bag slipped twice and he nearly dropped his sample kit. "All right, cleared to go in. Good luck, doctor."

Mohinder nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd gone from New York to India and back again in two days, bringing Molly to stay with his mother. After what Sylar did to her, again, he could not risk leaving her in anyone else's care. Not with Matt gone.

Seeing the man, however, after he'd just gone off on this quest to find his father at the expense of helping him with a child they both sort of promised to look out for, did not make Mohinder smile. If anything, it only made the lines on his face etch in more deeply. He stood in front of him, looking as tired as Mohinder felt, ill fitting clothing a bit more rumpled than usual. Never mind, of course, that Mohinder had done his fair share of leaving too on his attempts to bait the Company through lectures across the globe. "Do I have a lab yet?" Mohinder asked. No greetings. No necessities. That's what happens when you abandon people, Matt.

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[keepinmind]

Abandon people. Yeah, right. Matt looked at Mohinder just as darkly for a moment before he nodded, his answer a little clipped. "Yeah. If you can call it one."

What Mohinder didn't seem to understand - never had seemed to understand about Matt's way of thinking, was that protecting people always came first. It had to come first. Or else, what was the point? Matt hadn't abandoned anyone and never could, and that was part of why he glanced over his shoulder to make sure Mohinder was following him when he turned to guide him through the building.

It was tense, of course it was. The whole situation reeked of barely-controlled chaos. The people who weren't scurrying left and right like scared animals stood awkwardly to the sides, awaiting direction, wanting to know what to do. The majority of them looked lost and that gave Matt and advantage when he made his way through the people almost-blocking the hallways; he didn't.

The room that had been hastily and only partially cleared out wasn't much of a lab, but it was a place with a door and that was probably as good as anything right now.

He opened the door for Mohinder and leaned against the door frame with his arm held out across the door to let the other man pass.

He didn't say it, but he inclined his head in a way that clearly spoke of, there you go.