Day 46: Sun Room

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Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

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[tightsofmight]

At that look, Peter wanted to backtrack. Say something about how they might show up again (like that was a good thing), how his nurse hadn't been sure about Logan, how Steve and Tony were still around, and how it could have just been that they were released like Terry said. But the truth was he feeling just as down as Kurt. Like the day had gone and squashed him flat. The only difference was that Peter was just making a bigger effort to hide it.

He glanced meaningfully at Alex and then to a couch, tugging twice on Kurt's sleeve so he'd follow him over. "It could have been that. If they were released, they're still around. Just not here."

Peter wasn't sure if being brainwashed was any better than disappearing in the first place, but he wasn't going to say that aloud. He liked Alex's idea much better: changing the topic entirely.

"I'm not sure two or three days gives either of us an edge, but we can give it a shot." He sunk in beside the arm of a sofa and crossed his legs. "There's a lot of theories floating around about Landel hiding in the basement - and no, I have no clue how or where you get down there. But the one place nobody has been is the third floor. Without being sedated out of their gourds and having their circuits rewired, that is.

"I was going to ask you guys about checking it out because a guy grabbed one of my webshooters that night I was brainwashed, and we could use it to rope climb up there. But it's only got three shots left, tops. It would be a pretty dismal night if we got stranded up there and it was more than we could handle. Unless the universe gets bored of kicking me in the pants and the lab here actually has everything I need to make more, then we're better off trying to find the entrance to it inside the building."

Too bad it was nothing more than a theory. Peter made a face as he pondered the options. Why was it so hard to find one little megalomaniac? Hundreds of possibilities, each more foggy than the last. "But at this point, that's pretty much just me making fancy guesses. Probably not worth risking a limb over. I haven't gotten much more than beans out of anybody. And with the smiley stickers invading the board, it's twice as hard to pick up info as it was before. Landel might not even be inside the building. There's supposed to be ruins somewhere around here, and with the mountains there could be a bunch of handy nooks and crannies to hide in. Or maybe he's pulling a Jetson and he's been in a cozy little space station a bajillion miles above us the whole time."

...Woops. Sure, nobody looked like Judy or George Jeston here, but still. Put a cap on it next time Parker.

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Kurt looked up from his waffles and let Peter pull him towards the couches. He and Terry were right: if Logan and Matt had disappeared from here, they might be better off. Safer. Safer was good. Better than waking up here day after day at least.

But at the same time, Kurt couldn't help but feel as though he'd lost his footing. The two people he respected most in the world were Professor Logan and Professor Xavier. He looked to them both for guidance--in the real world and when they had to fight.

And worse, both Logan and Matt had known a different him: one that was stronger, faster, probably wiser. Knowing that he could be all those things one day (and why not make that sooner rather than later?) helped him keep going. Somewhere under his fur, he was a hero where they came from. He wondered vaguely if the Nightcrawler Peter knew was a hero too. So far all he knew was that that Nightcrawler was older. Big surprise there: he was going to age of all things.

He had to keep on moving, though. If Logan did show up again, and realized that Kurt had just been sitting around waiting for someone to give him direction, he wouldn't only be mad, he'd be disappointed. Matt might not be mad, but he'd be disappointed probably. Plus, he couldn't let Kitty down--or Terry or Peter. They may not have been X-Men, but they were on his proverbial team. He had to hang strong.

"I remember something about the basement being dangerous," Kurt said, resuming eating his waffles piece by piece. "The roof might be easier to get to, though. I could just teleport us up there. But isn't there something outside that... eats virgins?"

Man, if Peter and Terry looked at him and asked why that would be a problem, he was going to give up right then.

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Terry followed Peter over to the couch, not making any jokes about getting Kurt a leash. It might snap the guy out of his mood, or it could make things worse, and Terry wasn't going to risk the latter when they'd just come to a truce.

Thankfully they both seemed to go with the topic change, and Terry listened to both Peter and Kurt carefully. They weren't the greatest ideas, or the safest, no. But better than nothing.

"Yeah. Birds, wasn't it?" It didn't take much to reason that Peter and Kurt were probably both a little too young to be safe in that regard. "But if worse came to worse, both of you could just be bait while I snuck up on them from behind." Terry's grin made it clear that he was joking, but if pushed, he'd argue that it was important to know who had virgin-eating bird immunity.

"At least looking for a way up gives us a more limited area to work with." As opposed to working outside. Who knew how much territory they would have to cover, especially just with the few hours that comprised night. After what happened last night, Terry wanted to start small. "There might be a secret passage somewhere that just hasn't been found. But looking inside would be easier for now. And if you give us a list of what you need, Peter, maybe we can find it along the way." Because not taking advantage of something like that would be way beyond "rookie" on the mistake scale.

"Oh, and one more thing. It's Terry McGinnis, not Alex." Terry kept going before Peter could give him the same look Kurt had in the shower. "The nurses call me by my real name, but I didn't want to stand out. So on the boards and stuff, I'm using Alex Matthews."

[tightsofmight]

Kurt's question brought on a stretch of silence. Words stopped dead still in his throat as he recalled the so-called 'Immunization Clinic' of so long ago. Then Alex went and suggested that the two of them could act as bait, to which Peter could only respond with a withering glare.

"Okay, has anybody actually confirmed this 'virgin-eating bird' thing?" He wiggled his fingers at the phrase in his most exaggerated display of skepticism yet. "Maybe they just go for the skinny little sick ones because they're easier to carry, and it's got nothing to do with that at all. Or like, old people are chewier. I don't know. How can they even tell if you've danced the horizontal hustle anyway?" He gave a derisive snort and moved on.

"Yeah, sure. Um, gimme a sec," he muttered, fishing out a folded sheet of paper and a pen he used for the bulletin from his pocket, scrawling out a list on his knee. But Alex's next remark gave him pause, the pen stopping halfway through crossing a T.

"Terry?" The other boy had his full attention. It wasn't so much a surprise that he'd been using a fake name as it was for why he was doing it. "Why would they call you by your real name, but give everybody else a new one? That makes no sense." He blinked for a moment, running through the possibilities. "Have you checked your file? Because-"

The intercom sounded off. Nurses swooped in and began carting the patients away. Peter swore under his breath and looked at his list in despair. He'd barely even gotten started.

Nonetheless, he tore it off the page and passed it to Kurt. There were only six items on it, each longer and more impossible to pronounce than the last. Things that he'd usually have to pay a pretty penny for, or even order in the mail, so the likelihood of finding them in a mental institution? Somewhere next to zero, but he couldn't afford give up hope that easily.

"Crap. Okay, um, here's the first few ingredients. Don't worry if you can't find them all, some things I can fudge or extract from another couple of chemicals, depending on what equipment they have. And be really careful, these last two are caustic like crazy. I'd even use gloves to grab the containers in case some dripped down the side. There's a reason why you can't find this stuff in a classroom lab." He saw his nurse approaching, and stood to meet her before she could catch the end of their conversation.

"I'll see you guys later, all right?"