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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Jimmy Lee, Mohinder Suresh Summary:… 
4th-Oct-2007 02:25 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Jimmy Lee, Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Sometimes, the test subjects volunteer themselves
Warnings: None
Status: Complete

Even though he completed all of his poomsaes that he knew from memory and each of the sixty-eight movements in the Yoo Sin, but Jimmy was still unable to clear his mind. Perhaps an actual sparring session would have helped, but all he could think about was the perspiration on his skin and the heavy weight in his chest. He was relaxed to an extent, and focused. Yet he was unable to let go of a lingering thought. He wandered along barefoot through the corridor of the research floor; looking out of place among the men and women in suits and lab coats while he was in track pants and a tank.

Toying with the idea of calling someone was probably the smarter and safest idea to do with thoughts like these, but he was tired of playing safe. He had to know.

With that, he struck his keycard to the restricted door and stepped inside.
4th-Oct-2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
Mohinder's office was a direct contrast to his lab. The lab was clean, sterile, a place for everything and everything in said place, a model of scientific efficiency. His office, however, was cluttered and oddly cozy, and given the amount of time he spent in it, it needed to be. His desk dominated the space, a close cousin to the ornate, heavily carved Indian piece that had been in the apartment in Brooklyn, only this was covered in files and the slim glowing monitor of his computer. The walls were lined with books and in the corner by the door, a carving of Ganesha, opener of ways. He necessarily believe that the elephant-headed god was invested in him or his work, but Mohinder had come to believe in covering all his bases, including metaphysical ones.

The man himself was leaning back in his desk chair, rocking slightly as he read through new case files and research data, a pen in his teeth as his eyes scanned the page, utterly engrossed in it. A bomb could've gone off down the corridor and he probably wouldn't have noticed. Maybe that was why every bodyguard he ever had hated the duty; even with his position in the Company, in the government, he was still oblivious to the world when he had data to think about.
4th-Oct-2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
Jimmy stepped instead the office and immediately relaxed when the sterile environment from out in the hallway converted to something more comfortable. He watched the oft talked about head of R&D for a moment before clearing his throat. "Doctor Suresh."
4th-Oct-2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
Mohinder looked up, a little startled, but he smiled anyway. It only took him a moment to place the man and he put down the case files. "Mr Lee. What can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly.
4th-Oct-2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
"I thought I could ask you a few questions about your current research." he stated, crossing over to sit at Mohinder's desk, making sure to show his badge to verify his clearance. "I've been following your progress with interest."
4th-Oct-2007 07:57 pm (UTC)
"I appreciate the interest, I assure you. It's rather the curse of a researcher, we thrive when people take notice," he said with a pleased smile. There was still that thrill of pride when someone thought what he was doing was worthwhile. He didn't know if he'd ever get over that little rush whenever there was a hint of him being the special, important one. Ego, pure and simple, or so he told himself. "Some things, you understand, are still confidential, but I'm happy to discuss what I'm at liberty to discuss, of course."
4th-Oct-2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
"We have our own tape to get through." he smiled with a nod. "I know the bulk of your research has been in finding a 'cure' for those with the evolved gene, yet with as little research is available on the gene itself it is difficult to believe if such a thing is possible." Or if it is a disease to begin with...
4th-Oct-2007 08:13 pm (UTC)
"'Cure' is an unfortunate name for the goal, really. More something that will neutralise the effects of the genetic mutation, to isolate it. The mutation isn't a disease, though there are diseases that travel with the genetic code, and to isolate and neutralise that bit of code might help sort out a cure for those actual disorders. Pathology on this level is rather tricky, genetic disorders manifest in their own peculiar ways and in their own good time, not on anyone else's schedule," Mohinder explained. "So really, my efforts are multifaceted. Success in one area will lead to a breakthrough in another."
4th-Oct-2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
"I see..." he said after a moment's pause, taking the information and trying his best to sort it out in layman's terms. "I know you've conducted research on my colleagues, but how much of that has been on those that haven't manifested any change? There is always the possibility that a breakthrough in finding that code in them, right?"

It was a risk to even mention his family history, especially with the work Candice and himself had gone through to keep his brother off the former Company's roster. The potential for them to abuse Sungmin's gift was too great, though the younger man was beginning to entertain dangerous ideas on his own. "I mean, have you attempted to force manifestation before?"
4th-Oct-2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
Mohinder licked his lips, mulling that over. He'd thought about it, certainly, his own genetic code had some possibilities, considering Shanti's history, what he had of it, at any rate. But he hadn't known of anyone to come forward and volunteer, and he wasn't going to be his own genetic guinea pig. He had no desire to be Dr Jekyll. "To force the manifestation, it's my understanding that the mutation must be recessive. So that would require a subject with a certain familial background, and given those constraints, I'd need a volunteer rather than a compelled subject." He sighed. "With certain provisos in the Linderman Act, medical testing on meta-humans isn't as restricted as it is with ordinary human beings, you see. I'd need a volunteer who'd be willing to sign his life away, and that's hard to find."
4th-Oct-2007 08:30 pm (UTC)
"What would a volunteer have to expect, risk wise?" he asked after a pause. "Myself hypothetically, of course; there's no indicator that I'd even be viable." Yet.
4th-Oct-2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
Mohinder made a spreading gesture with his hands. "It depends. Potentially, the side-effects could be minor. You could develop abilities of your own and nothing more, or there might not be any way for force a manifestation. There's also the possibility that instead of forcing the genetic mutation to manifest, cellular abnormalities form and you could end up with cancer, or another genetic disorder, such as sickle-cell anemia. To be quite honest with you, I'm not sure what to expect. This hasn't been tired. Though my colleagues in Europe have made some forays into the field. I could contact Inserm, see what Dr Parmentier has..." he said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin through the beard.
4th-Oct-2007 08:47 pm (UTC)
"I smoke, so I might end up with cancer on my own." he grinned. "Say you tested me and I had the recessive gene and volunteered for it...molla...If there was a manifestation, there's no guarantee if it would be permanent, but it might at also be easier to neturalize...right?"
4th-Oct-2007 08:52 pm (UTC)
"It could be," Mohinder said, then he looked at Lee with a calm, piercing gaze over the rims of his glasses, as if he could see down to his genetic code on his own, studying him wordlessly for a long moment. Human behaviour, he decided, was the greatest mystery of the universe. People evolved because of the survival instinct, and yet there were some who seemed inclined to let it go with barely a thought. Sacrifice was such a puzzling urge, self-sacrifice even moreso. "If I may ask a very personal question, one which you may decline to answer, why are you entertaining this hypothetical?"
4th-Oct-2007 09:05 pm (UTC)
"Better to entertain hypotheticals than nothing at all, right?" he answered with a shrug. "If it is possible, perhaps there's a reason why I was never meant to manifest. If it was never meant to be, at least I would know."
4th-Oct-2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
"Fate, destiny, all the 'what we're meant to dos' in the world, they're tricky things. They're impossible to pin down, completely subjective, and as soon as the perspective changes, all the things that felt like Fate at the time end up looking more like bad judgment. There are biological imperatives, evolutionary tracks, things that work out better, for the greater good, and sometimes, I wonder if we don't convince ourselves that our urges, our needs, our desires aren't merely a chemical reaction in the brain, but the impulses of something higher, pushing us onwards in a justification of our own choices." Mohinder sighed, looking at one of the few pictures on his desk, Molly brightly smiling in mid-wave. Justification, he was beginning to think, was a survival mechanism all its own.
4th-Oct-2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
"I think, if fate was meant as a way to convince ourselves that our natural urges to act in such a way, why go against it? It may turn out to be bad judgment for ourselves, but there would be benefit somewhere to someone if compelled to do it. Biological instinct, cultural tradition...a lot of things." Jimmy tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. He was unsure whether he still believed in fate, or if had someone over his shoulder guiding him along the right path, but he knew what he wanted to do rested deep within his mind.
4th-Oct-2007 09:28 pm (UTC)
"Cultural tradition, there's a sticky one," Mohinder said, huffing a soft laugh. "And quite sacrosanct in this country, it seems. Americans prize the chance to appear open-minded."

He paused for a moment, taking the chance to scribble down a reminder to get in touch with Inserm. "Do you wish to be tested, then? Embrace your biological instinct?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and smiling a little. There was nothing funny about it, but he was smiling like it was a private joke anyway.
4th-Oct-2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
“I didn’t spend my formative years in America, it has worked for as well as against me when dealing with them.” He smirked, nodding. "A test to prove whether this is for instinct or tradition I pretend doesn't matter? I'm in."
4th-Oct-2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
Mohinder nodded, rooting around in his desk for the forms. "I didn't even do my schooling here. I first came five years ago and I'm still at sea, half of the time. It most definitely works against me, I think. I've yet to understand half of the pop culture references, at any rate. Ah-ha, here we are," he said, coming up with a consent form and a pen. He looked it over for a moment before handing it to Lee, clearing off a spot on his desk for him to sign. "Just sign this, I'll be able to take a sample and test your DNA for the mutation."
4th-Oct-2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
"When I first came to the states, I was right off the boat." he took the paperwork and went immediately to the fine print before he scanned over the remainder of the document. "Once I sign, what's the process in getting the sample?"
4th-Oct-2007 09:51 pm (UTC)
"I just swab your cheek and send the sample to the lab. It's routine and it doesn't hurt," Mohinder assured him, opening another drawer in his desk to pull out a buccal swab, already prepared and ready to go. He always kept a few on hand, just in case. Just like the sedative in the pen tray. "When I got here, I rather thought that New York was more crowded than home, which is quite the statement. How things have changed."
4th-Oct-2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
"When I first got here, I thought it was small. Now is..." he trailed off, scribbling his signature along the lines and passed the paperwork over to him. "It really puts things in perspective."
4th-Oct-2007 10:04 pm (UTC)
"New York before the blast was an experience. It's unfortunate things happened as they did. I was just becoming used to Brooklyn, myself. But the world often changes overnight," he said, thinking of that day, everything that had been lost. But it didn't do to dwell and he concerned himself with checking over the paperwork. Then, he handed Lee the buccal swab by the slim wooden handle. "Just swab the inside of your cheek, twist it around and maintain contact for thirty seconds, then hand it back to me, if you please, Mr Lee?"
4th-Oct-2007 10:07 pm (UTC)
"Jimmy, people rarely call me Mr. Lee and Dae-mun even less." he said before doing as the man instructed. After the thirty seconds were done, he passed the stick over. "There you are, Dr. Suresh."
4th-Oct-2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
"Thank you," Mohinder said, sliding the plastic tube over the top and sealing it, putting it with the paper. He'd take it down to the lab tonight, get started on it. Sometimes, the little bits of simple genetics were a balm to his weary brain, and he was invested in this. "Jimmy it is, then. I should return the courtesy, if you'd like. Mohinder is quite all right with me."
5th-Oct-2007 03:34 pm (UTC)
"Mohinder." he nodded, smiling. "Alright."

Jimmy stood and held out his hand for the other man to shake. "Looking forward to working with you."
5th-Oct-2007 04:22 pm (UTC)
Mohinder stood as well and shook Jimmy's hand. "I hope you still say that as things go along. I will do my best by you, believe me," he said, and there was an earnestness to the words. He'd sounded like that all the time when he was a much younger man, before the bomb, before everything. It really hadn't been that long ago, but it felt like ages. Somewhere along the line, he'd scattered not only his father's ashes, but the ashes of his idealism as well. But perhaps his ideals weren't as dead as he thought. He glanced over at the icon of Ganesha, and wondered if ways weren't sometimes opened unexpectedly.
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