Working on the formula. (Arthur/Open)

[mohinder]

January 1st, 2009

Mohinder Suresh should have been resting, but today of all days. He decided that he would finally get started on that formula that he had been neglecting for the last few weeks. He just hoped that he still had job at Pinehearst. To be honest he hadn’t work since December 24th, 2008 at Pinehearst, but that was only to make an appearance and scan the formula into his computer so he could figure out the formula while he was away to India.

He sighed as he walked through the doors of Pinehearst and showed his ID card to get clearance. The guard gave him the go ahead and he headed towards the laboratory that he was supposed to be working in. He logged into the computers and pulled up the formula. As he pulled up the formula he noticed that his account had 47 messages. He clicked on all them and read through them. It was kind of odd some of the messages were Happy Holidays.

Mohinder deleted all the messages and clicked off the e-mail screen focusing on the task at hand. How to figure out how to make the formula? He knew that the formula was going to be missing a part and he wasn’t going to inform anyone of that unless by chance they read his mind and figured out that the catalyst needed to complete the formula was Peter Petrelli and not Claire Bennet.

Of course, what was the use in hiding that information from Pinehearst? A lot of people in this building had abilities and someone was bound to have telepathy beside Sylar in the building. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember who Sylar told him who had telepathy in the building. He opened his eyes when he figured out the other person. It was Arthur Petrelli. Well, he had just probably got a death sentence out of this. Just his luck.

He shook his head as he thought about his death sentence. He decided to place the thought in the back of his mind and just started on the formula. The good thing about starting this formula that he was putting off was that he understood the equations and aspects of the formula. To be perfectly honest, this was the same formula that he was given his abilities from. However, he didn’t make that formula. He was given an injection that was from Angela Petrelli. He sighed as he started to mix some chemicals together, hoping no one would disturb him.

[arthurp]

Since talking to his son, Arthur Petrelli had awaited Mohinder’s arrival. At first he had thought Mohinder’s arrival was going to be imminent, but as the hours and then days passed, Arthur began to grow angry. Mohinder was not going to like his boss if he spent another day away from Pinehearst.

Fortunately, before Arthur got really mad, Mohinder arrived. It was January 1st, and what better time to go to work than the first of the year? Arthur teleported to Mohinder’s lab and stood behind him silently, invisibly. He watched as Mohinder opened up, read, and deleted every single email he had gotten.

Arthur materialized, “Happy new year.” He drawled as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “You know, you wouldn’t have so many messages if you’d come to work once in a while.”

He walked over to a different station than the one Mohinder was working at. He fingered a microscope as he glanced over at the man who had just busied himself with working on the formula, and a frown crossed his face. He was reading Mohinder’s mind. “When were you going to tell me this?” Arthur asked, and wanted so much to pull Mohinder to his feet and hit the living daylights out of him. “Peter, the catalyst?” This made Arthur think. How strange for his own son to be the catalyst!

[mohinder]

Mohinder raised an eyebrow when he saw Arthur Petrelli. It was amazing how that man could pop out of anywhere like Sylar could do. To be perfectly honest, it freak Mohinder a bit, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Perhaps Arthur knew that people showing up randomly scared the living daylights of Mohinder.

“Happy New Year also” Mohinder said with a casual tone. “You’re right, I should come to work, but I have been with other issues at hand, like getting your wife and Primatech to trust me” He said as he glanced at Arthur as he placed down the chemicals that he was working with.

He leaned back against the table that he was working at. He knew that Arthur would be reading his mind soon. It was just a matter of time. “I figured you were just going to read my mind” He said with a weak smile as an idea came across his mind.

“Well, it was Claire Bennet, than she passed to Peter so now I just have to figure out how get him to give it up and the formula will be complete” He said as he folded his arms. He then looked over at Arthur, “Unless you have a clever idea, I would offer my assistance in helping, but I’m certain you have already got someone on your mind like perhaps, your lovely son who killed me last night” He said a bit sarcastically.

[arthurp]

Arthur did not much like Mohinder despite what he could do. Mohinder was the only one who could possibly create the formula. Arthur didn’t like Mohinder, but it didn’t really matter when it came down to it.

Then Mohinder started to talk, and continued to talk. Mohinder, Arthur noticed, could talk a lot. His accent wasn’t half bad, but when he continued to talk, it got mighty annoying. Arthur wanted to plug his ears. But, being mature, Arthur did no such thing.

Instead, he smiled. “Oh, I’d like to know what you have in mind before I tell Sylar what to do.”