Things that never happened - Chicago and beyond
Waiting was never something Mohinder was good at, and it became apparent that he wasn't going to disappear from 1933.
Mohinder took odd jobs around the University of Illinois, before he settled as a laboratory assistant preparing pharmaceutical mixtures and doing his best to bite his tongue at the errors in the theories of his superiors. He thought about going home - even just back to India to see what would become family - but circumstances just never seemed to fall that way.
In 1938 he moved, rented rooms from an Englishman. Work was going well and Adam, liked to drop by - lonely since his wife died, local gossip said - to talk. Mohinder didn't mention time travel, instead talking around specifics, speculating on theories that wouldn't be proven for more than fifty years to an willing audience. They rubbed along well enough, with what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement only breaking when Mohinder was drafted.
Mohinder saw 1944 in in uniform and in England. He threw up a few miles from Cannes with blood on his hands. A few months later he was careless in the Ardennes. He didn't lose his leg, but it was months later that he managed his first steps in an English hospital. Mohinder would bring his limp back to America, but left Nurse Mary Stevens on British shores.
Back in Chicago the GI bill took him through Roosevelt University, and the years after that saw him move to Los Angeles working in vaccine development.
Ten years later Mohinder had several articles to his name, focussed on certain quirks in the recent discovery of DNA. By now he had enough influence to run certain unusual experiments, and practice enough at drawing his own blood, and samples of others from his time volunteering at the local blood bank.
Mohinder couldn't do anything for those he'd left behind, but his sister's future death began to nudge at his memories as he continued his search for people with abilities. He found a woman who could see through solid objects and a young boy who didn't need to breathe. No-one who could manipulate time.
On November 3rd 1959 there was a small fire in a newly built industrial complex. Of the four staff on the premises there were no survivors.
According to the last will and testament of Mohinder Suresh, his papers were securely stored to be released some decades later to a distant relative in India.
Mohinder took odd jobs around the University of Illinois, before he settled as a laboratory assistant preparing pharmaceutical mixtures and doing his best to bite his tongue at the errors in the theories of his superiors. He thought about going home - even just back to India to see what would become family - but circumstances just never seemed to fall that way.
In 1938 he moved, rented rooms from an Englishman. Work was going well and Adam, liked to drop by - lonely since his wife died, local gossip said - to talk. Mohinder didn't mention time travel, instead talking around specifics, speculating on theories that wouldn't be proven for more than fifty years to an willing audience. They rubbed along well enough, with what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement only breaking when Mohinder was drafted.
Mohinder saw 1944 in in uniform and in England. He threw up a few miles from Cannes with blood on his hands. A few months later he was careless in the Ardennes. He didn't lose his leg, but it was months later that he managed his first steps in an English hospital. Mohinder would bring his limp back to America, but left Nurse Mary Stevens on British shores.
Back in Chicago the GI bill took him through Roosevelt University, and the years after that saw him move to Los Angeles working in vaccine development.
Ten years later Mohinder had several articles to his name, focussed on certain quirks in the recent discovery of DNA. By now he had enough influence to run certain unusual experiments, and practice enough at drawing his own blood, and samples of others from his time volunteering at the local blood bank.
Mohinder couldn't do anything for those he'd left behind, but his sister's future death began to nudge at his memories as he continued his search for people with abilities. He found a woman who could see through solid objects and a young boy who didn't need to breathe. No-one who could manipulate time.
On November 3rd 1959 there was a small fire in a newly built industrial complex. Of the four staff on the premises there were no survivors.
According to the last will and testament of Mohinder Suresh, his papers were securely stored to be released some decades later to a distant relative in India.