"You murdered my father!" Mohinder shouted.
Sylar rolled his eyes. "Here we go again... can't we put that behind us?"
Mohinder was aghast. "Put it behind us? I hardly believe-"
"That's it! I've had enough!" Peter said, suddenly between the two. "You guys are going to sit down and settle your differences like civilized people!"
Sylar sat down on the ground, and Mohinder reluctantly followed.
"Now, Mohinder, what is it that you don't like about Sylar?"
"Peter, I would think that you of all people would know exactly why-"
"Ah! Ah!" Peter raised his hand. "You didn't answer the question."
Mohinder shook his head. This was insane. But, he was never going to get his cough drop by chatting with Sylar, so, he might as well hurry up and get it over with.
"I don't like Sylar because he murdered my father." Mohinder said, as if he was a young Indian school boy reciting a rule he had just broken.
"And that's it?" asked Peter, eyebrows raised.
"Well, he also tried to kill my daughter Molly, and he-"
"Okay. That's a good start. Now, Sylar, what is it that you don't like about Mohinder?"
Sylar shrugged. "Nothing. I've always wanted to be friends ,but he's just never been able to get past the whole father murdering ordeal."
Peter turned to Mohinder. "Why can't you forgive Sylar?"
"Well, for starters, I find forgiving somebody that is not sorry a very hard thing to do."
Sylar, apparently, was extremely offended by this comment.
"Not sorry? I am deeply sorry."
Peter turned back to Mohinder. "Well?"
Mohinder, not impressed by the apology, replied, "Well what?"
"Well, are you going to accept his apology or not/"
Mohinder was about to say, No, I will not,, because he is obviously not sorry, and he kills people every day, so why should this be any different? But he didn't. He didn't because he coughed, and that cough reminded him that he had more important things to do. So, instead he said,
"Yes, I accept your apology."
Peter laughed. "Alright you two, hug it out."
Mohinder stood up, and began to back away, but Sylar caught him in a great big super special Sylar the serial killer hug.
When Sylar finally released his grasp, Peter said,
"My work here is done," and he began to walk away.
Mohinder ran and caught up with him. "Hey! How did you get here?"
"I teleported."
"Do you think that you could take me somewhere?"
"Well... I was going to go get a haircut over at Boss Cuts, but I guess that can wait. Where do you need me to take you?"
That's when Mohinder realized that he really had no idea where he had been. That meant that he couldn't go back and help fight the Ghost Sheep Riders. That meant-
"I need you to take me to the drugstore, I have this-" he coughed, "cough."
"Sure. No problem."
Mohinder couldn't believe it. He was really going to get his cough drop.
"Mohinder! Where have you been?" said Hiro, who had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Peter, hurry!" Mohinder hissed.
Hiro disappeared , then reappeared at Mohinder's side. He placed a hand on Mohinder's left shoulder.
Peter laid a hand on Mohinder's right shoulder.
Both squinted, both vanished, both took Mohinder with them.
Author's Note: Ooh, suspenseful! Are you in suspense? I thought so. Please REVIEW with criticism, praise, and comments. I would especially like to know if you like the chapters short (like this one) or longer.
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