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He hadn't slept since he'd escaped from the Company, half terrified that he'd wake up and find his freedom had been a dream or, worse yet, that he somehow wouldn't wake up at all, so he supposed it made sense that he'd fallen asleep now. His body had simply needed it more than he'd realized, and what Mohinder had done to him--what he'd done to the Indian--hadn't helped, he was sure. Not that he was complaining. If anything actually, quite to the contrary, a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips at the memory, as he rolled over to check the clock on the nightstand. His night thus far might have been amazing, yes, but he had things to do; people to kill.
And when he caught sight of the time--nearly three in the morning--he had to bite back a swear to keep from waking the geneticist.
It was much later than he thought it was, much later than he meant to go over and pay a second visit to Dale Smither, and at this point, who the hell knew if she was even still at her shop? He didn't, but that didn't stop him from trying to untangle himself from Suresh like an animal that had suddenly realized it'd been caught in a snare. He needed to get over there. Now. He had to at least check to see if she was still there or else his ruse would all be in vain, and he couldn't have that--wouldn't have it--regardless of where the other man's mouth had been earlier.
He managed to get as far as the edge of the bed before Mohinder reached for him, sleepily. "Zane?"
"Go back to sleep, Mohinder," he murmured, smoothing a hand over his hair in an attempt to coax him back towards dreaming, before trying to pull away again.
The geneticist didn't listen, and for not the first time, he found himself wishing he'd managed to acquire Eden's ability, rather than having to watch as she splattered her brain all over his cell. "Where are you going?"
Zane grimaced, resisting the urge to look towards the door, despite the fact that he was burning time even having this conversation. "To the bathroom," he lied, shifting on the bed again.
Mohinder let him go, this time, and so he got up from the bed slowly, heading for the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he stared at the tiled wall of the shower balefully, convinced that if he did so for long enough, a window he could escape out of would magically appear somehow, but he wasn't that lucky. No window materailized, and he could hear the other man shifting around in the other room, faintly, awake now and awaiting his return. He supposed that he could try waiting for him to give up and fall back asleep, but somehow he didn't think he'd get that lucky. He'd burned off whatever good luck he'd been carrying around since his escape from the Company in Mohinder getting them one room instead of two, apparently.
Sighing, irritable, he cast a glance at the toilet, then flushed it pointedly, so it looked as though he'd actually used the damn thing, and then he was headed back out to the room to rejoin Suresh in bed. There had been no argument, no epic battle, and yet Suresh had still somehow bested him. Changed his mind about killing Dale, if only temporarily--he'd have to see if he couldn't get her alone before they left. Stopped him. That was something even Chandra hadn't managed to do, and he wasn't sure if he hated the son more or less than the father for being able to manage it.
Either way, however, he wouldn't sleep again, that night. Maybe he still needed it, but there was something he needed more, right now. A way to stop Mohinder from keeping the things that were his from him ever again.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 658
Note: Mohinder is
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And when he caught sight of the time--nearly three in the morning--he had to bite back a swear to keep from waking the geneticist.
It was much later than he thought it was, much later than he meant to go over and pay a second visit to Dale Smither, and at this point, who the hell knew if she was even still at her shop? He didn't, but that didn't stop him from trying to untangle himself from Suresh like an animal that had suddenly realized it'd been caught in a snare. He needed to get over there. Now. He had to at least check to see if she was still there or else his ruse would all be in vain, and he couldn't have that--wouldn't have it--regardless of where the other man's mouth had been earlier.
He managed to get as far as the edge of the bed before Mohinder reached for him, sleepily. "Zane?"
"Go back to sleep, Mohinder," he murmured, smoothing a hand over his hair in an attempt to coax him back towards dreaming, before trying to pull away again.
The geneticist didn't listen, and for not the first time, he found himself wishing he'd managed to acquire Eden's ability, rather than having to watch as she splattered her brain all over his cell. "Where are you going?"
Zane grimaced, resisting the urge to look towards the door, despite the fact that he was burning time even having this conversation. "To the bathroom," he lied, shifting on the bed again.
Mohinder let him go, this time, and so he got up from the bed slowly, heading for the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he stared at the tiled wall of the shower balefully, convinced that if he did so for long enough, a window he could escape out of would magically appear somehow, but he wasn't that lucky. No window materailized, and he could hear the other man shifting around in the other room, faintly, awake now and awaiting his return. He supposed that he could try waiting for him to give up and fall back asleep, but somehow he didn't think he'd get that lucky. He'd burned off whatever good luck he'd been carrying around since his escape from the Company in Mohinder getting them one room instead of two, apparently.
Sighing, irritable, he cast a glance at the toilet, then flushed it pointedly, so it looked as though he'd actually used the damn thing, and then he was headed back out to the room to rejoin Suresh in bed. There had been no argument, no epic battle, and yet Suresh had still somehow bested him. Changed his mind about killing Dale, if only temporarily--he'd have to see if he couldn't get her alone before they left. Stopped him. That was something even Chandra hadn't managed to do, and he wasn't sure if he hated the son more or less than the father for being able to manage it.
Either way, however, he wouldn't sleep again, that night. Maybe he still needed it, but there was something he needed more, right now. A way to stop Mohinder from keeping the things that were his from him ever again.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 658
Note: Mohinder is
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