Math

"No that's wrong." Sylar said.

"Nuh uh. The calculator said it was right." Molly wined.

The two of them were sitting at the dinner table doing math homework. The book was laid open, pencils and papers were strewn about. It made a lovely mess.

"Well your calculator is wrong."

"No it's not. It's never wrong."

Sylar slumped forward on the table with his head resting on his arms. He was getting nowhere. Molly just frowned at this. "C'mon your supposed to be helping me."

"I'm trying." he growled.

Molly crossed her arms. "Simmer down. It's not my fault you have a stick up your ass."

"Sylar's eyes as well as his eyebrows shot up. "What did you say?"

But Molly just smiled and said nothing.

"Fine." he sighed, and picked up a pencil. "The problem says 6 (7x2)-4." he said. "Do you see that?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, you can't just do it in order. You have to go in order of operations. That means parenthesis or multiplication and division have to come first." Sylar explained.

They heard a noise as Mohinder decided to make his appearance. He walked in the door and came to check on the two.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Math." Sylar grumbled.

"I see." Mohinder said. "Well dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes, so finish up."

Molly diverted her attention back to her teacher and tried to concentrate. Sylar was drawing on a scrap piece of paper now.

"What'cha doing?"

"Helping." he muttered, and held up the picture.

On the sheet were seven rows with two, what looked like brain shaped things on it. "Can you multiply that?"

Molly gave him a weird look and responded. "Fourteen."

"Now, if someone would add six more brains to the fourteen, how many would you have?"

"Twenty."

Sylar smiled. "Ok, if that same someone would take away four brains, and gain four new abilities." he whispered the second part under his breath. "How many would be left?"

"Sixteen."

"There you go!" Sylar clapped his hands. "Let's eat!" he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. "I bet Mohinder needs help."

Sylar walked into the kitchen while Molly gathered her schoolwork.

Mohinder came walking out. "Let me give you a hand Molly."

"Thanks."

He eyed the scrap sheet of paper. "What's this?" he asked. Molly just shrugged and went to deposit her things in her room.

"Sylar?!"

"Yes?" Sylar's voice rang from the kitchen.

"Did you draw this?" Mohinder yelled.

"What? I read a book, it said to use things that you find appealing to teach children." Sylar said in his defense.

Mohinder shook his head. "No. You're supposed to use things that appeal to the child you are teaching. Not yourself."

Sylar came out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway. "Oh, how was I supposed to know. Besides she learned didn't she?"

Pink

Mohinder came home to find both Sylar and Molly sitting at the kitchen table. Little bottles of nail polish littered the hardwood surface. He eyed them with a confused look and turned to the two. He decided not to question it right now.

He leaned down and kissed Molly on the head. "So how was school?" he asked as Molly lifted her head to return the gesture.

"Fine. I got a good grade on an map test we had in school today."

"That's wonderful. Did you use your powers?"

"No." Molly lied.

"Molly, what have I told you?" Mohinder sighed.

The little girl had to think a moment. "Not to use them on tests?"

"Exactly." Mohinder said as he went to take his coat off.

"And what have I told you?" Sylar said after Mohinder had left the room.

"To lie better?"

Sylar smirked. "That's right."

Mohinder returned really took a long hard look at the scene and discovered that Molly was painting Sylar's fingernails. And oddly enough Sylar was letting her.

"Sylar?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Sylar said looking up to meet Mohinder's eyes.

Changing his mind Mohinder turned to the one painting his boyfriends nails, it was probably safer to ask her anyway.

"Molly, what's going on?"

Molly turned to him and stopped dipping the brush in the tiny little bottle. "His fingers were uneven. Only three were painted on one hand. Then I evened them out and the other hand didn't match the other so now I'm painting it."

Mohinder raised an eyebrow. "Only three were painted? When did this happen?"

Now that his nails were done being worked on Sylar was blowing them dry. "This afternoon after I picked Molly up from school. I had just gotten done with an... errand." Mohinder glared at the serial killer but Sylar ignored it and went on. "After I was a little tired and fell asleep on the couch.''

"And I was bored." Molly put her two cents in.

Mohinder couldn't help but smile now.

"That's great Molly, but did you have to paint them pink?"