Summer

[seekevolution]

Though Mohinder didn't buy into the saying that there could be such a thing as love at first sight, the way that Simon Petrelli looked at Molly when they were first introduced made him reconsider and then immediately close his thoughts so Matt wouldn't worry. Mohinder gently pulled her long hair back from her shoulder so his hand could rest upon it, Molly in a bright red and yellow sundress,and said shoulder covered by a small yellow half jacket. They'd both been pleased to find it at Walmart on the drive up from Fort Lee to Maine, taking the long, scenic route even though Peter had offered them a chance to teleport.

Why teleport when they could have more time together and see the country? Molly needed a little break away from enclosed spaces and the forests along their mountain roads in New York and at the southern border of Canada was just the ticket.

Of course, there had been blighted areas, places where the virus had broken out, or worse, where communities had closed their doors and grown violent. They had just guided their black SUV around the problem areas and stuck to rural hotels on the interstate.

Now, standing in the foyer of what looked like another hotel and yet, knowing it was a family summer retreat, Mohinder could feel Molly yearning to go explore...and the eldest of Peter's nephews more than willing to guide her.

They were both the same age. They'd both been without playmates (what nearly twelve year old counts their brother as a playmate?) for a long while. Mrs. Petrelli, gracious despite her furtive glances at Matt, finally gave them the go head. "Show Molly to her room. Gently, Simon. She's not one of your trucks." Molly glanced back up at Mohinder and he nodded.

"I'll come find you shortly."

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[microwavelength]

Luke was more than willing to talk. In fact, that was really all he wanted, Matt had been right about that. His fingers moved across the map, starting in Newark, New Jersey. He did pepper some of the story with lies, like how his mother beat him and how he was a recovering drug addict, but it was easier to overlook them then to point out that he knew. Luke seemed to find it more interesting to be caught than not to.

In fact, it kept getting him sidetracked.

The heart of the matter was, however, that not long after the cities ended their quarentines, Sylar had come looking for his father. Luke more or less accidentally saved him and they headed out on the road together to find Sansom Gray.

Right up until Sylar had a little breakdown of sorts and just left Luke where he was, in a diner that had not been used in at least a decade. "Stupid fucking toy car. Evidently it's like his kryptonite," Luke muttered.

Peter, ever the comic geek, had to speak up. "Kryptonite took away Superman's powers," he pointed out.

Luke gave him a once over and rolled his eyes. "Yeah well what the fuck ever."

[keepinmind]

There was some bickering back and forth, of course. It was difficult to not clash with Luke just from the way he talked and acted, but both Peter and Matt gave him the space to tell his story, even if it was with some mental commentary.

And then there was that Kryptonite comment, and Matt blinked up at the two of them, mind reeling.

Take away powers. There was at least one person who could do that.

Ignoring Luke for a moment, he turned to Peter, slightly urgent in his tone.

"The Haitian", he said, fingers splayed against the map to keep it in place. "If you could get his power ..."

[microwavelength]

"I'd have to find him first," Peter said, though a small smirk came to him. "Which won't be a problem, thanks to your daughter."

Luke snorted and arched an eyebrow. "You have a fucking daughter..?" Well that was interesting. "So like... This shit runs in families? My mom couldn't do a damn thing but complain. I bet my dad-- I wonder if that bastard made it."

For all that Luke protested, he did actually care. More about his father than his mother.

"Well fine. I'm in. I'll help you find this dude and then we'll find Sylar."

Peter didn't look so certain. Especially because he didn't like the vibes this kid gave off.

[keepinmind]

Matt could understand that. Luke was ... definitely a special case. In truth, they likely didn't need him anymore now when they'd gotten all the information they needed out of him; Peter's amount of powers could carry them the rest of the way in dealing with Sylar. But Matt was unwilling to leave Luke alone, so it was with some reluctance he levelled the thought at Peter; we'll keep an eye on him.

"It's genetic somehow", he said distractedly to the kid, still looking at Peter for the most part, not at all interested in elaborating on Molly. He tilted his head up slightly, thinking. "You should keep an eye out. He still works for the Company, right? We can't trust them."

Even if he often had his own agenda, from what Matt had understood from both Peter and Mohinder, he still had issues trusting anyone affiliated with the Company name.

Yep. Passed out. Sorry about that.

[microwavelength]

"I should do this alone," Peter said. With just Mart, teleporting in and out would be no big deal once he sat down to plot out on a map where the Haitian was. But for two co-pilots, one of whom was a loud mouthed brat who seemed to have a love-hate relationship with Sylar, he didn't want to risk it. "I don't even know if I can copy his power--"

"You copy powers?! Holy shit, do mine!"

Peter mostly just ignored him, though there was a growing lack of ease in this situation with the teenager. "Maybe later," he said, trying to be a little less than rude. "But he might nullify my ability the moment I get close."

no worries. c:

[keepinmind]

Matt shot Luke a withering look, because yeah, he completely agreed with Peter that this was an uneasy situation. But again: didn't feel at all like he could cut Luke off wihout risking some serious damage done to ... someone. Anyone, honestly. With the kid's idolization of Sylar it was something he wanted to do even less.

No, he wasn't quite noticing that Luke was starting to imprint on him.

"I guess you can't just ask for it", Matt said dryly, looking back to Peter. "But they want Sylar gone almost as much as we do."

He hesitated for a moment, not quite liking the prospect of Peter going in on his own. If anything happened it wasn't like he'd be able to help. But at the same time, Peter was the one who would be most likely to manage.

"Just be sure to get out if anything looks wrong."

[microwavelength]

"He can just absorb powers? Talk about getting the bottom of the dung heap, huh, Matt?" Luke asked in a sort of sing songy attempt to be ingratiating. Peter had just gone off and said he should return within the hour, but that left Matt to deal with this new situation, one who kept tilting his head just as he was. "So...that's just like Sylar. Only without the killing."

Which really did make him wonder if Sylar had to kill people to take their powers or if he could be like this guy. It seemed to him that if your ability was to absorb stuff from other people, that could only happen one way.

Luke had never been to biology class. Mohinder would likely have laughed and told him that butterflies and birds did not evolve together but still had adapted more or less the same mechanic to allow them to fly, even if one was covered in scales and the other flesh.

Perhaps Matt shouldn't think about Mohinder, though. Or how hurt he'd been when he more or less told Matt to leave.

[keepinmind]

Matt kept his temper in check very admirably - or else he was already falling into resignation when it came to a lot of Luke's antics and commentary. "He's nothing like Sylar", he defended his friend immediately, bristling slightly all the same. "Sylar's a nutcase who kills people for the hell of it." He fixed a pointed look at Luke from the back of the car, where he was looking through the trunk to see if there was anything in particular they were missing or that could be of use. "Remember that. Alright?"

He really wanted to keep Luke's idolization of Sylar to a minimum. He still didn't understand it, and he sure as hell didn't like it, but he knew he'd only really get Luke to drop it if he kept reinforcing. Or maybe it was a lead-by-example sort of thing. Actually scratch that, he really didn't know shit about how to make it stick to the kid's head, but he'd try.

That's who he was.

He scrubbed a hand over his face briefly, managing quite admirably to also not think too much of Mohinder. There was something to be done here. He could focus on that.

[microwavelength]

"Yeah but we're all a little crazy. I mean, until something pushes us over board and then we're like...seriously crazy, right? So this shit with Sylar's dad abandoning him? That was like the tipping point." Luke picked at the wax in one of his ears and flicked it away. Most teenagers fell into two categories. Ones that cared how they were perceived and ones who didn't. Luke didn't even seem like he showered every day but the kid was homeless too.

Where was he suppose to shower if it wasn't a sink in a rest stop between doing things he both delighted in (like hurting people) and wanted to scrub his mind clean from (like what he offered Matt for the price of a meal).

"Your friend is probably one daddy issue or spurned girlfriend away from total Crazytown, USA." Luke understood the human condition just a little too well. He wasn't loved as a kid, he didn't grow up relying on anyone other than himself, and he did see the depths of humanity in it's cesspool.

The trouble was that he didn't see the good in it either.

"Hey, you got a phone?" A scan of his mind would reveal the kid to be thinking about his mom... And already knowing that she wouldn't pick up, he still wanted to call her.

[keepinmind]

Yeah, that was surprisingly insightful, Matt supposed. But that didn't mean he was going to buy it, still. Maury left him and Matt hadn't followed in his footsteps, and Peter had been through all kinds of crap without having turned vindictive - even when he'd ultimately helped Adam release the Shanti virus, he was doing so thinking Adam was going to destroy it.

Sylar might have a whole lot of reasons for turning out the way he did but there were no excuses in the world for what he had done. Besides, Matt had been in his head. There was something fundamentally wrong there that went beyond normal instability.

So Matt scowled as he listened, but fell into cop mode easily enough to ask, "Yeah? Think you'll hit your tipping point?"

It was an opportunity to try to get something out of him. Not that that was too difficult in general, he evidently liked talking - no, it was about the substance.

Matt was surprised to hear him ask for a phone, though. And especially the intent behind it. Closing the trunk, he looked at Luke somewhat cautiously, but did toss him the phone. "Knock yourself out."