My Little Peter: Empathy is Magic! [Action]

[peterpetrelli]

Peter had just returned from the latest teleporter malfunction and was not happy in the slightest. It had to be the most interesting messed up trip so far. The souvenirs he returned with consisted of... hooves, wings, and an emo-mane!

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[mohindersuresh]

This text message intrigued Mohinder to no end. For some reason he had a bad feeling about it. If Peter had feelings for him and Sylar found out, they'd both be dead. He raced into the room and upon spotting the horse, he just stared. How did a horse get in here? Why was it wearing clothes? And why did it have a haircut like Peter? This was too much and he had to sit down on the floor before he wobbled over. He sat there just staring.

[peterpetrelli]

Oh good, just the guy he wanted to see. He stood up and trotted over to Mohinder, who was now looking very sick on the floor. "Hey, it's me, Peter. I need your help. I need to copy your power so I can change back." He then gave the Indian man a very big, sweet pony smile. Soon this nightmare would be over.

[mohindersuresh]

Unfortunately, the nightmare was just beginning for Mohinder. The pony was talking and said it was Peter! This was not happening! This was illogical. He looked right up at Peter's smile and with a quiet gasp, fainted.

[peterpetrelli]

Oh no, poor Mohinder. Peter's cuteness must have been too much for the scientist to handle. He shook him gently with his hooves. "Hey, wake up. This is no time for a nap." He sighed. Looked like he would just have to try and take the power without asking. He put one hoof on Mohinder's chest and concentrated.

Of course, it wasn't working. He continued to try.

[mohindersuresh]

Mohinder woke up, took one look at Peter, and re-fainted. This was not in his contract.

[peterpetrelli]

"Dammit, Mohinder. I'm an empath, not a doctor! Wake up!" He must have needed the Indian man to be conscious for it to work. Well that wasn't happening. He would have to wait for someone else to come along he guessed. Giving up, he lied his head down on Mohinder's chest, and after a few moments, fell asleep. What did ponies dream about? Peter was about to find out.