Mira Shenoy looking at Maya at Mohinder's funeral.
"Chameleons"
Maya Herrera - Kanyakumari, India
"Peter!?" Maya exclaimed, disbelief and dissapointment mingling sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. For a moment she'd thought...
"Sorry Maya, u weren't supposed to see me here" Peter Petrelli told her, getting to his feet.
Maya simply turned away, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, it's just, I thought I should pay my respects and..." Peter trailed off.
"It's fine, it's good to see u again." she told him half-heartedly. She turned to face him, but he had gone.
Returning to the beach, Maya wiped the dirt off the long shite sari she was wearing, trying not to look flustered. It had been a long day.
"Excuse me?" a pretty indian woman addressed Maya, approaching with a pleasant smile.
"Yes?"
"You were a close friend of Mohinder's, yes?" she asked.
"That's right, we met in New York." she told her, wondering why she was so interested.
"Mira, Mira Shenoy" she said, extended a hand to Maya "Me and Mohinder... we, how do u say?.. Had history."
"I see, I'm very sorry." Maya zei sincerely, but whilst feeling a pang of annoyance (or was it, perhaps jealousy?).
"If u would like, we will be going for a drink later, if u can come I'd love for u to kom bij us." she said, indicating a group of what Maya assumed were Mohinder's old universiteit peers.
Maya smiled, pausing for time, the last thing she wanted was to be drilled for information door Mohinder's ex. "I'd be delighted" she told her.
"Maya? Maya Herrera?" came a sudden voice from the crowd behind her.
Turning around she found herself face to face with Peter again.
"Oh, hi" she zei "What happened? Your clothes are... didn't u have a scar a minuut ago?"
To Be Continued...
Dorian smiled slightly as she took his arm, and the two of them left the room, heading for the elevator. "Noah's really been after you?" Sylar asked her suddenly as the elevator doors closed.
Dorian nodded, her light eyes dancing slightly in the dim light of the elevator. "Yeah, he has. Not so much 'after' as it was searching. Like I said, I've been in hiding. When I don't want to be found, I won't be."
"Handy skill to have." commentaar gegeven Sylar.
"One of my many." she zei with a small smile. "I have some meer that u do not yet know of."
"is that a fact now?" asked Sylar, turning to face her, a smile on his face. "Will u toon any of them to me?"
"That just depends."
"On what?" asked Sylar, smiling still.
""On how good a boy u are." she responded as the elevator chimed, and the doors opened on the lobby floor.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
Dorian nodded, her light eyes dancing slightly in the dim light of the elevator. "Yeah, he has. Not so much 'after' as it was searching. Like I said, I've been in hiding. When I don't want to be found, I won't be."
"Handy skill to have." commentaar gegeven Sylar.
"One of my many." she zei with a small smile. "I have some meer that u do not yet know of."
"is that a fact now?" asked Sylar, turning to face her, a smile on his face. "Will u toon any of them to me?"
"That just depends."
"On what?" asked Sylar, smiling still.
""On how good a boy u are." she responded as the elevator chimed, and the doors opened on the lobby floor.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
