A/N: Hey again! here's the next installment!

Chapter Six- Breakdown

Mohinder stumbled backwards. Someone had changed the outcome of events, somehow. How could Gabriel- sweet, caring, Peter-like Gabriel be a murderer?

"It's wasn't Gabriel who killed the people in his world," Peter said, trying to calm Mohinder down, "It was Sylar."

"Sylar? That really rolls off the tongue. What, did you get the name from an electronics manufacturer?" Mohinder called to Gabriel, who was standing, staring at the floor.

Gabriel opened his mouth, but al that came out was, "No, a watch." Mohinder made an exasperated noise. He looked at Peter.

"You've been harboring this- this monster, and the real Gabriel is missing in his world with a tumor in his brain!" Mohinder yelled. Peter bit his lip. He hadn't thought of that. If the tumor was growing, as tumors often do, then there was a chance that Gabriel might die.

"Well, how else to expect me to help this poor guy? If you could only hear his thoughts- they're constant battles between the different fragments of his mind. He came here because it was destined to happen!" Peter retorted. Mohinder gave him an angry stare.

"Perhaps," he began bitterly, "You should have thought that if the 'good' side could over take 'Sylar', then 'Sylar' can overtake his mind as well! All you had to do was send him back!"

"I can't send him back- I have no practice. It's not like I can just go around changing people's fates all day long! There's no one who knows how to do any of this stuff in this world anymore! And-," Peter broke off for a moment to shoot a look at Gabe, "I can't send him back. If I did, Sylar would take over again and he would be- evil. People would die, Mohinder. I can't let that happen."

Mohinder looked at Peter. His face was unreadable, as were his thoughts.

"Can you at least help me?" Gabriel asked. Both men looked at him. As they both opened their mouths to reply, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Gabriel, It's Liz- open up!" A voice came. Peter sighed and flicked the door open with telekinesis. There stood Rowan, distraughtly silent, with Liz standing by her side.

"Were we interrupting something?" Liz asked, walking in and setting Rowan's limp figure on the sofa. Rowan's brown eyes looked at Gabriel and narrowed. Through looking at him, she seemed to gain strength, and with that strength, came her sanity.

"Liz, this is a bad time, could you- listen, why don't you come back later," Mohinder suggested. He looked at Rowan, "What's wrong with her?"

"No, stay. Is she alright?" Gabriel asked Liz quietly.

"I'm fine."

The sane comment made everyone in the room look at her. The brunette girl closed her eyes and sighed. Liz gaped at her. Apparently her anity had gotten the better of her.

"I'm absolutely fine. Physically, anyway. Mentally- not doing too well. Wanna know why?" Rowan opened her eyes again, stood up and looked straight at Gabe, "My name's Rowan Tennyson, and I know you know me- Sylar."

Gabe's eyes widened. He lost control of Sylar. The background voice came front and burst out of his own mouth. Suddenly Gabriel Grey was the one inferior, suppressed, "So- Rowan, is it? Yes, I remember that name. Got it off that list of Mohinder's. You knew about me? What was your power, foresight? Please, Rowan, I'm absolutely dying to hear."

Rowan glared right back at him as he began to sneer. Peter moved forward, but waited for Sylar to make a move.

"My power used to be fate-bending, as a matter of fact. Until I made the mistake of wishing I had your power instead. Suddenly, I woke up here, as a little learner," Rowan's tone was spiteful, but focused.

"But how did you find out about me? Oh, was it Suresh? Warning 'them' about me was his one goal. I probably should have killed him too…" Sylar shook his head and made a tsking sound. The Mohinder to his right looked at him, "Oh, in case I haven't made it inherently clear, this is Sylar, and not that puny little Gabriel, speaking." Sylar chuckled lightly.

Rowan rolled her eyes, "Please, you're not fooling anyone. That stupid act is as close as you can get to being a real-life supervillian. Oh, and what's that? Yeah, you can't use your powers, moron!"

Gabriel wrestled Sylar's consciousness down and shoved him in the back again. Peter immediately rushed forward and grabbed him around the shoulders. Sylar's features softened into Gabe's, and he looked at the empath.

"Hey, you alright, Gabe? You lost control. Why did you lose control? Was is- was it Rowan saying his name?" Peter inquired, concerned for the safety of everyone in the room.

"Peter, are you insane? He's a madman!" Mohinder took out a needle. Peter threw it across the room and into the wall before he could do anything.

Gabriel clutched his head, "I know I lost control. It must've been the name… I should never have let him choose a name. It's like what you said. I gave him more power with that name."

Behind Peter, Rowan stood very confused, "Well, are you going to do something? He's a murderer! He's killed a ton of people!"

"NO. He changes. If you could only se his thoughts- they're wars! Sylar fights Gabriel, Gabriel suppresses Sylar, and Sylar takes back over again," Peter explained. Liz, meanwhile, was looking from Rowan to Gabriel to Peter, scared as if one of them was going to turn and devour her.

"He- you can't- you can't be defending him!" Rowan cried, tears streaming down her face, "I need you to help me!"

"Rowan. I'm not defending him. I'm defending the man who's standing here now. Gabriel. How would you feel if a murderer was taking over you mind? You didn't see a few days ago… We went to see Niki. Sylar began taunting him with blood, gore… The people Sylar had killed in Gabriel's body!" Peter told the stubborn teenager.

"He's always going to be here," Gabriel spoke softly, pointing to his head, "He's always going to try and take over, to gain more power. And when he doesn't have the power, he's going to try and force me out. With more killings. Oh, god, the horrible killings. The people's last words, last looks… The limpness of their bodies when they die will forever be captured in my head."

There were goose bumps on everyone's skin at that moment, and Mohinder stepped forward to face Gabriel. He stared straight-faced at him, not saying a word.

"You should have told me."