Date: Winter 2010
Characters: Sarah Ellis, Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Warlord AU: Plagues are not fun. Cures brought by beautiful foreign men can be.
Warning: none yet, but sexual situations are not out of the question
Status: In progress
Semi-open- ping"Looks like the mundanes've got something going for 'em after all," muttered Mark after he'd made his report. Ordinarily Sarah might have said something sharp, but under the circumstances her clairaudient had a pretty good point. She had yet to see any
ordinary people start to waste away till they couldn't even stand- or breathe- she'd wondered if it was a weapon, but people who would tell the truth to no one else would tell it when Sarah asked, and no one knew anything about it. This plague had to be for real, and as far as they could tell, it was unstoppable.
And wasn't it just like that Linderman bastard not to be around when he could actually be
helpful, really, thought Sarah. It was almost enough to make her sorry she'd seized power. Now it wasn't just people dying, it was
her people dying, and she had personally killed the healer that used to live around here. "Thanks, Mark. Just keep an ear out, don't get near the wrong people until someone figures out the vector, and call me
immediately if there's anything."
"Yes, ma'am," said Mark, nodding respectfully and turning to go with his face already slipping into that odd,
elsewhere expression. And just before the door closed behind him, he turned again and hurried back in, suddenly excited. "Ma'am! Someone's got something!"
It wasn't any kind of inconvenience to be calling all the way to India, but it was definitely a novelty. Sarah'd never had much of a reason to set her sights overseas before. Communications had been instructed to put her through the very second Mark had heard the confirmation, because even with a voice of command, it still couldn't hurt to put someone in awe of you. And get in first.
"Now," said Mark, and the speakerphone came alive with the outgoing ring tone.