More Than an Interview ● ● ● Claire & Mohinder

And before Mohinder knew it, the woman was heading straight for him as if she knew he was there. But he hadn't made a sound, as far as he remembered. Looking back and forth between the window and a path where he could hopefully escape, he finally sighed and chose to stand his ground. What if she needed his help? What if the darkness he sensed was keeping her captive? Yes, he must stay, for her. Although normally brave, this stubbornness even surprised Mohinder himself. At that moment, he felt as though it was his sworn duty to protect her. Strange.

Once the moonlight bathed her skin, Mohinder found himself unable to make a sound. All he could do was stare. She was mesmerizing. What he had sensed, it appeared to have a hold on him and at the moment, he didn't have the knowledge to fight it. He didn't even know what he was yet, much less how to use any of his abilities. So there he was, attempting to pull himself together and give a shy smile while moving closer as commanded. Again, this was wrong somehow, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion, but I do believe you might be in danger, my lady," he whispered while forcing eyes to focus on hers instead of her pale, hypnotic skin. "I cannot explain it, but I sense something dark emanating from this very house. I'm here to... to save you." That last line even surprised him. Since when had he became a superhero? "If that's quite alright with you?" he added sheepishly while attempting to make himself appear more presentable - brushing off any loose hay, straightening his hair and shirt - all the while focused on the moment. The dark force could appear at any second, and he would be prepared.

"I'm Mohinder Suresh, by the way. Despite the circumstances, it's a pleasure."

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