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"No Rest For The Wicked"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, etc

Two days later and Mohinder has his lab for the very small fee of having to offer a lecture to an old colleague's class at the university on the evolution of human genetics. He just has to promise not to go far too into it. Whatever that means. Mohinder will behave himself, however. He needs access to the equipment if he's to use Sylar's blood against his own to discover the marker that will allow him to find others like Sylar.

"Quite romantic," he says, calling the man up at his shop, hardly knowing that Gabriel's being watched now by people he might have worked for if the man hadn't come back in time for him, "but would you care for sandwiches at NYU? We've a choice of turkey and ham with far too much cheese."

"Missed The Stream"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar
Notes: Occurs just after this thread.

The wind whips back his hair from his forehead. He's not sure, not exactly sure, what he's done, but he needs to get back to the lab immediately and record it all. He can't stop looking at his hands. They're not what he would call elegant (as most men would not use that term on themselves) but they are somewhat fine boned. A professor's hands. Professor's hands do not bend guns or shove muggers several metres away from them. And yet, that's just what his did.

Oh, he's excited. The ride back to the lab takes ages. His heart is pounding so hard that it's all he hears, mouth try and hairs on his arms sticking up. He feels the need to crawl up the walls, but he tells himself that he's just antsy.

That he needs to calmn down. That lasts about ten minutes until Mohinder accidently snaps the handle off of the door. He can't stop grinning. Super strength!

It's brilliant!