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Enemies to Lovers – Part Seventeen

"Think they'll ever stop arguing?" Marie asked, her ear pressed up against the door.

"No," Molly replied. "But they're in love, what more do you expect."

"What about, Mohinder? Do you think he'll ever be okay again? And what about him and Matt?"

"You ask a lot of questions," Molly observed.

"I like knowing things," Marie said, somewhat ashamed that she had bothered the older girl. "And I'm worried about them."

Molly smiled. "Me too."

"So what do you think?"

"I think that Matt and I can get Mohinder thinking straight again. But I don't know what to do about his condition. I don't know anything about science. And I'm afraid that Mohinder will start up his research again and never figure out how to cure himself."

"He won't have to start over."

"What are you talking about, yes he will. Sylar destroyed all his work."

"No he didn't. Well, he did, but he made a copy first. And he doesn't like it when people call him that. Not anymore."

"Hmm. Then maybe things will work out okay," Molly said, throwing her head back onto her pillow.

Marie soon joined her side. The duo sat in near silence for some time, the only sound the snoring of Noah from the other side of the room.

"What's your biggest fear?" Marie asked, staring at the ceiling.

"What?"

"What's your biggest fear," she repeated. "Like, what gives you the worst nightmares imaginable?"

Molly thought for a moment. "I used to be absolutely terrified of Sylar. He killed my parents and nearly killed me. But there was someone worse."

"Maury Parkman."

Molly nodded. "He could get into my head, make me do things. I guess what scared me most was that he was what Matt might become."

"Does that still scare you?"

"Sometimes. Matt is so good and sometimes he forgets that. He's just trying to help people, but he uses his power against them in a way he never should. That's what worries me."

"And you're afraid of Mr. Petrelli?"

"Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?"

"Cause I like to hear you say it."

Suddenly, they both turned to look at one another in complete and utter shock. They both tumbled out of the bed the fastest way possible and stampeded toward the door, eager to be the first one out.