Mohinder Suresh had had a rough morning. He still had no idea why Hiro and Ando had been in his car, listening to Japanese rock. He still had his cough, he was still sore from Ando's lightning, and on top of that it looked like it was about to rain. Despite these circumstances, Mohinder trudged on to the drug-store.

Our cough-plagued friend had been walking for about five minutes, when he ran into a familiar face: Matt Parkman. His face lit up when he saw Mohinder. He was wearing jeans, a black shirt, and a brown jacket. So much for fashion sense, Mohinder thought. Luckily Matt didn't seem to be using his ability at the moment.

"Hey! Long time no see! How's it going?" Matt reached over to give Mohinder a hug, Mohinder politely backed up.

"Well, invent anything cool lately?" Matt asked jokingly.

"Actually, yes. I've been working on-" Mohinder noticed Matt's head was tilted sideways, in the act of mind reading.

"Umm...excuse me?" Mohinder tried to sound polite, but he couldn't keep the annoyance out of his voice.

Matt's expression suddenly turned to anger. "So, you think I'm fat, huh?"

"What? No, Matt I-"

"Oh, oh, and you think my power is worthless too, huh?" Matt questioned, still tilting his head.

"Matt! Please! You must be-"

"Oh, and my Mom's so dumb, it takes her an hour to watch a half hour show, huh, huh?" Matt said, walking closer to Mohinder.

" Matt! Come on, let's be reasonable!" Mohinder shouted, trying to get some sense into his friend.

"Oh ho ho! So now, my Mom is so fat, every time she steps on the scale, she's sees her phone number?" Matt's face was now just inches from Mohinder's.

"Matt, does that really sound like something I would think?!" Mohinder shouted, backing away from the mind reader.

"I don't know. I don't know." Matt said, the anger gone from his voice, he started walking away."I thought I knew you Mohinder...I thought I knew you." Matt's voice got smaller as the gap between him and Mohinder grew bigger.

Mohinder was- was- frankly Mohinder was weirded out. Mohinder definitely hadn't been thinking those thoughts. It must have been someone close to him, but as he looked all around all his eyes met were a streetlamp, a garbage can, hmm...a snickering garbage can...Mohinder went to investigate. He opened up the garbage can, and he saw none other than his old buddy Sylar.

"You killed my father!"

"Uh... oh, look at the time," said Sylar. And with that, he flew off to prank his fellow villain, Adam Monroe.

Thus, Mohinder's vow of revenge was left unfulfilled. Again. And he still had a cough, and no cough drops.

It began to rain.

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AN: Yay! Second chapter! Pretty please review! I got tons of hits last time, yet, sadly, not many reviews...You can fix that!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. EVER. NEVER.

AN2: Ha! Okay, I was flipping the channels yesterday, and guess what I saw? ANGELA PETRELLI!!! On the show FRIENDS. I mean, how weird is that? *cough* Hey, maybe Angela could be the next person Mohinder runs into....*cough*...heh... heh..a second AN...I'm so smart, heh heh...