Chapter Two
"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, आप 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 आप 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 आप say?.. Had history."


"I see, I'm very sorry." Maya कहा sincerely, but whilst feeling a pang of annoyance (or was it, perhaps jealousy?).

"If आप would like, we will be going for a drink later, if आप can come I'd प्यार for आप to शामिल होइए us." she said, indicating a group of what Maya assumed were Mohinder's old विश्वविद्यालय peers.

Maya smiled, pausing for time, the last thing she wanted was to be drilled for information द्वारा 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 कहा "What happened? Your clothes are... didn't आप have a scar a मिनट ago?"

To Be Continued...