I'm doing to explain my heart
to you now
I've got so much on my mind it's tearing me apart
These empty feelings question me
of who I think I've become
Mind is ticking life away
Asking if you are the one
Faling for you
Falling for you
I fell for you

-Falling for You by Taking Back Sunday

"Oh, Gabriel!" Susan giggled, her hands clutching to her stomach as she laughed continuosly.

Sylar bent over, smiled and squinted his eyes, the result looking quite obscure; but Susan Hart was too busy overreacting to notice. Sylar straightened up, and turned his back on her to put away the milk. His smile dropping from his face at the same moment -it hadn't been that funny.

"Something funny?" called a small voice, and Sylar felt his whole body tightening up as he recognised the sound.

Jane was walking into the kitchen wearing a brown skirt and a light red top, her curves hugged to perfection once more as she smiled sweetly. Sylar felt his breath catch as her eyes caught his.

"Morning," Jane said in a whisper, and the tone of it had Sylar thinking back to his dream from the night previous.

"Yes," gasped Susan, her hand resting against Sylar's shoulder. "Gabriel just said the funniest joke!"

The overselling had Sylar grimacing off into a far corner, and the fact the woman was now leaning quite heavily upon his shoulder made Sylar feel uncomfortable. He wasn't a people person at the best time. Jane gave a bland smile as she waited for her mother to stop fauning over Sylar and get to the point.

"Say it, Gabriel," Susan prompted, jabbing him in the side.

Sylar gave a flicker of a smile and shook his head. "No." he stated simply.

"Burrr," Susan complained, giving Sylar another jab. "Ok," she then said to Jane, who had been trying to hide a smile at Sylar's obvious discomfort, "What did the Buddhist say to the hotdog vendour?"

Jane shrugged, her smile becoming fixed as Susan dragged out the moments until she told.

"I'll have one with everything," Susan guffawed, doubling over with new found gaity.

"Oh," Jane giggled, looking over to Sylar. "Nice one."

Sylar shurgged helplessly and rolled his eyes, which had Jane laughing hard. Her mother stepped between the pair, cutting off their communication, to pester Sylar for more of his 'hilarious' jokes.

Sylar watched powerlessly as Jane sauntered away to the backdoor, where her figure was suddenly consumed by the extreme sun of that Saturday.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Jane was trying, and failing, to start up her pick up. She sat behind the wheel turning the key figurously only to have the engine splutter for a few seconds, then die. Her lion of yesterday had somehow become a dead kitten.

"Freaking hell!" Jane cursed, pushing against the steering wheel in anger. "You stupid peice of junk!"

"Oh, come now," said Gabriel, suddenly appearing at her window like he'd always been there. "Don't be so mean."

Jane gave him a droll stare as she tried the ignition again. "Aren't you suddenly the jokester."

"That never works," Sylar revealed to her, leaning in the open window and smiling at her. Her cab smelt just like her; and the overpowering jasmine had Sylar's senses clouded as he stared at Jane.

He didn't even realize she was asking a question until she repeated it.

"Then what does work, Gabriel?"

Sylar winked at her, drew out from the window, and moved to the front of the car. His eyebrows levelled out and he gave her a peircing gaze that had Jane strapped to the seat with a non-existant seatbelt. He popped the hood and looked around at the black equipment. The car needed an obvious fix up, but that wasn't the main problem.

Sylar placed his hand onto the radiator and closed his eyes. His radiation power was his least used, and therefore his least controlled, but he felt confident enough to jump start Jane's rusted old Ford. He gave it a pulse, and suddenly the car was roaring and screaming up at him.

Sylar slammed down the hood and saw Jane smiling happily, hitting the reverberating wheel in tune to some music on the radio. She waved him over, and Sylar happily obeyed, coming back to her window.

"You busy?" Jane called casually, her eyes fixed on Sylar as she bounced around in the driver's seat.

"What would I be doing?" Sylar replied, cocking an eyebrow as Jane smile brightened.

She leant away from Sylar and pushed open the passenger seat door. She indicated to it as her dark pink lips spread across her white teeth in a tempting smile. Sylar's mind was suddenly bombarded with thoughts of what he could do to those eagar and innocent lips.

"Come on in." Jane said with a smile, her hand patting the brown leather seat next to her.

That could be taken so many ways, Sylar thought with a wicked grin as he took up the offer.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

"I can't beleive you cook so much," Sylar said as he watched Jane fling more food into the cart. He leant against the handlebars, pushing it forward as he followed in Jane's wake.

Jane put in some pasta sauce as she turned to look at him, "Don't you cook your own food?"

Sylar shook his head, "I mainly eat what ever's on offer."

"How sad." Jane sighed, smiling at him.

Sylar pretended to swell indignantly. "What? Its not sad! I'm a young bachelor - it's expected of me."

Jane gave him a more meaningful smile as they carried on. "Do you always do what's expected of you?"

"Not as much as you'd think," Sylar replied, his hand idly looking through the assorted goods for something he could make into his own food.

"I'm going to starve," he stated simply, having looked over it all and found naught.

"Oh come on," Jane sighed, rolling her eyes and leading him out of the aisle. "We'll go to the junkfood aisle."

The small general store wasn't very equipped, and yet everyone in town appeared to be crowding in it, all seemingly satisfied with the bare essentials. Sylar could remember his New York days, and the gigantic Costco that offered everything he could have ever wanted.

Hopefully he would be able to return to New York one day, and that would be the first place on his list to visit.

Jane regailed Sylar with tales of her own food expicades, the only adventures she seemed to have. Sylar listened politely to tales about undercooked indian cuisine, and overcooked asian noodles; but as her face brightened happily, Sylar couldn't help but notice the undercurrent of sadness that brushed against her features.

Jane Hart seemed just as eagar to leave the dead end town as he was.

But she wouldn't last out there, Sylar thought sadly as she walked close by him, She's too vulnerable, her trust in me proves it.

They eventually made it to the check out where Sylar was made to smile polietely and give 'hello's to every inquiring Tom, Dick and Harry. Jane was no help, her head turning away to snicker everytime Sylar jutted his jaw out in annoyance.

"You'd think I was a celebrity." Sylar said to her dryly as they unloaded their things onto the conveyer belt.

"A New Yorker is just about as interesting as it's gotten around here since the Starbucks was built three years ago."

"There's a Strabucks here?!" Sylar cheered, his teeth showing in the smile he gave her.

Jane's heart beat fast as she nodded. He was too beautiful for small Bray. For her.

"Hey, Jane," said the checkout boy neither of them had noticed.

Jane's hand paused over the frozen peas as she turned to look at the boy. Sylar stood up straighter, his eyes narrowing in on the boy. He was tall and lanky, his red hair falling over his face in a greasy curtain. He looked like a runt as he smiled widely at Jane.

"Hey, Henry," Jane smiled back. "I didn't know you worked Saturdays."

"Yeah," Henry nodded, his eyes flicking nervously to Sylar who hadn't moved once since he had spoken. "I got premoted so, uh, I got transfered."

"Oh," Jane suddenly said, turning to look back at Sylar. "I should have said something. This is Gabriel, he's in town for a bit and decided to stay with us."

Finally, thought Sylar as the boy dropped his eyes from his dark face, a capable human being. He knows I'm dangerous!

"Are you ok, Henry?" Jane asked, about to reach over the tortellini to touch the boy.

Sylar felt his temper rise as his eyes took on a deadly sheen. Henry glanced up at him, spotted the killer look, and cowered away from Jane.

"I'm just not feeling good, Jane," Henry said in a rushed voice. "It's nothing."

"Oh," Jane said, straightening back up. "Ok."

Jane glanced at Sylar to see him smiling down at her. She smiled sweetly back and turned around. She knew it was Sylar's presence that had Henry freaked, because she too could feel the dangerous pulses coming off his dark person.

So why aren't I running scared like Henry? Why do I feel more safe then ever as I stand so close to the source of evil that's practically throwing knives through the air?

"I'll see you around, Henry," Jane promised, smiling brightly as Sylar began to pick up the groceries for her.

Henry didn't reply, but instead busied himself with the next customer's goods.

That's right, little boy, thought Sylar with a satisfied smirk. You stay away from her-

Oh god.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

"How come you were so mean to Henry?" Jane asked as she handed another bag laden with groceries up to Sylar, who was standing in the back of her truck.

Sylar's face hardened as he took the bag and loaded it into one of the waiting plastic crates. "I don't know what you could mean."

"Yes, you do," Jane said, unperturbed. "You are many things, Gabriel. Thick isn't one of them."

Sylar turned to her with a one sided smile, his eyes looking down at her with an odd shine. He was giving off the bad vibes again, but Jane wasn't threatened as she carried on.

"You scared the shit out of him, Gabriel," Jane insisted, her hands on her hips.

"How could I?" Sylar asked, feigning an innocence neither of them believed.

"Gabriel, you scare people. You know you do."

Sylar studied her face, and even though she was telling him off, she didn't seem angry in anyway.

"But I don't scare you."

Jane scoffed. "You should be so lucky."

You should be so lucky, little girl, Sylar thought as Jane relaxed and smiled.

"I just want to know what you did," she explained. "I've never met anyone like you before."

"Like me?" Sylar asked, his eyes glinting.

Jane faultered and looked down at his shoes. How could she explain to him that she dreamt about him? How could she explain that she suddenly felt more alive then she ever had before? How could she describe the way his scary vibes drew her in rather then pushed her out?

"I don't know what to say," Jane whispered truthfully, her eyes darting up to his face before scurrying back down again. "It sounds so stupid to me, it would sound ridiculous to you."

"Jane," Sylar said, suddenly sitting down so his feet dangled over the edge of the truck. Jane looked sideways at his relaxed figure and moved toward him, her eyes wary but heated as she came within feet of his body.

"Yes," she inquired, her eyes looking up into his serious face, his eyebrows were dropped low over his glinting dark eyes and his glasses flashed in the sun as he shook his head.

"You need to stop," he said. "I know what you're thinking, and if you keep going down that road, you might end up somewhere you don't want to be."

Jane's brow creased as she stared at him. How could she not want him?

"How do you know I don't want the end result." she asked. "You don't know what it's like-"

"You don't know me as much as you think you do," Sylar muttered, his hand reaching towards her before dropping down on his knee. "You can't know me as much as you want to."

"Gabriel," Jane whispered, and he closed his eyes at the sound of his name. "You underestimate my resiliance."

Sylar sighed, and raised his head, meeting Jane's large eyes. "I don't think I do."

Jane swallowed down the hurt that bubbled up in her throat. It felt like acid coursing through her chest, but the feeling wasn't unfamiliar to her. She had felt it when she first found out that he father had left, and then again when she fond out her colledge fund was being spent to keep the bills paid, and this...

"Can we at least stay friends?" Jane asked, trying her best to cling to all that Sylar was – strong, free, convicted, experienced.

Sylar breathed slowly through his nose and nodded, watching as Jane dropped her head and sniffed.

"But you need to understand that when I leave, I leave." Sylar said. "You don't understand, I know, but the world out there isn't all that great, and people you may think now are wonderful, actually turn out to be bastards."

Jane swallowed down the lump in her throat and bravely rose her eyes to meet Sylar's. This time she couldn't feel any anger or reclusion coming off him, this time all she saw was a sad Sylar, watching Jane wilt.

"You're right," she whispered dropping her eyes. "I don't understand. And the way things are going, I never will."

"Sometimes it's better Jane," Sylar whispered, putting his hand under her chin so that he could raise her face to meet his. "Sometimes holding on to the maybes is safer then actually doing anything about it."

Jane closed her eyes, and Sylar watched in pain as her eyelashes damped. He wanted to hold her, to wrap her in his arms like he had done in his dream. But he knew life; it was cold and hard - nothing that Jane Hart was. He'd leave her soon, and she'd be better for it.

No matter how much I think it will hurt me, Sylar finished, smiling kindly as Jane knuckled her tears away.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

The sun was setting in a purle sky that evening as Jane and Sylar pulled into the driveway. Jane pulled the gears down and then switched off the engine before grabbing up her Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade and leaning back in her seat.

"Why aren't we going inside," Sylar asked, looking around at Jane as shut her eyes.

"You can if you want," she muttered, sipping on her Strabucks straw. "But I'm not ready just yet; Mom and Sasha are in there."

"Ah," Sylar said, leaning back also and putting his feet up on the dashboard. He felt so relaxed in the small, albeit hot, car with Jane. The whole world might have just slipped away, the calm replacing every other emotion in him.

"Yeah, and I'm just not ready to cope with it all just yet." Jane explained.

They rested in silence for some time, both watching the inside of their eyelids as they tried to escpae back to the dreamland where they were actually together. Occasionally, Sylar peeked through his eyelashes to see Jane's face crumpled in thougt or anger. Jane's drink had disappeared, the ice had melted, and that was also drunk, by the time they spoke once more.

"I wish I was special," Jane muttered.

The sentance hung heavy in the air, like an oversize tree ornament, laden with wishes and meaning. Jane opened her eyes and looked over at Sylar. He sat there, eyes open and glinting, staring out the windsheild.

"No, you don't, Jane," he replied after some time.

Jane furrowed her brow and continued to stare at Sylar. "Yes, I do. Maybe not in the way you're special - but in my own way."

"You are special in your own way," Sylar confirmed, now turning to look at Jane. "You just don't know it."

"That's annoying." Jane grumbled.

She turned and met Syalr's eyes with a look of equal seriousness. Both their brows had dropped and met together in a worried look, their eyes hard and glinting as they thought.

To Sylar, Jane was special, in so many more ways then he could ever count. For one, she made him feel human. In the short space of time he'd spent with her, he felt more accepted and at ease then ever. And second; the simple fact that she could look into his eyes with warmth and compassion spoke volumes about how very special she was. None of this changed the fact he couldn't have her, in fact these qualities nailed the coffin as far as starting a relationship went.

"I wish I could show you how special you really are, Jane," Sylar whispered.

Jane held his gaze until he was forced to look away. "That makes both of us," she muttered.

"Shall we get to unpacking? I don't think the milk appreciates this weather," Sylar asked lightly, not waiting for a reply as he threw open the passenger door and jumped out.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Jane lugged the heavy bags of groceries into the house after Sylar. She was, quite obviously, not his equal in strength in any way, and therefore only held four compared to his six.

"About time you got back," said someone from the couch, and Jane looked over to see her sister lounging in a short denim skirt and light pink wifebeater that showed a purple bra beneath it. She looked like an extra from a dirty movie as she lazily rubbed her legs together. "What took you so long?"

"Things," Jane replied hotly as she heaved the grocieries. "You could help, y'know."

"Yeah," sighed Sasha. "But, like, I don't want to."

Sylar walked over to Jane and took hold of the groceries for her. Jane smiled her appreciation as he stalked off to the kitchen, to get away from Sasha if for no other reason. Jane smoothed out her own skirt that stopped a couple of inches above her knees, and observed her hair in the mirror.

"You'll never look good," Sasha said evilly. "All that primping is in vain."

Sylar, who was unpacking the oranges, squeezed one so hard it exploded in his hand. Sylar watched in panic as the orange juice covered practically everything. And as the two twins continued to harp on one anther, he tried desperatly to mop it all up without being noticed.

"Do you even know what vain means?" Jane snapped, turning around to face her sister.

"Oh, give it a rest, Eistein." Sasha laughed, sitting up straight and meeting Jane's furoscious gaze. "All those brains won't get you anywhere. Its not like you'll be going to colledge or anything."

As she crowed laughter, Sylar stood stock still in the kitchen. The rest of the oranges began to hum and rise into the air. Sylar grabbed at them in a mad dash, and at the same time tried to get his mood in check.

Seeing as his gifts were newly returned to him, he was practically still in infancy. He felt like a regular Peter Petrelli as he flushed red and leaped high into the air to catch one befoe it slipped behind the fridge.

"What's your boyfriend doing?" Sasha asked, and both she and Jane turned to see Sylar hugging tight to fifteen or so oranges.

Sylar's nostrils flared, but he breathed deep and said in a slow voice, "I'm not her boyfriend."

"Ha!" Sasha called, looking over gloatingly at Jane. "Yeah, no friggin' duh. See, Jane! Brains aren't everything."

Sylar looked over at Jane and saw that her cheeks had taken on the color of a cherry as she fidgeted her nervous hands.

"Jane-" Sylar began, but was stopped by Susan Hart clip clopping down the stairs in mules and a flowing shawl drifting dangerously near her feet.

"Is my Sasha home?" she called, smiling brightly as Sasha gave an angel's smie that left Sylar blinking

I'm not even that good, Sylar thought as Sasha bounded off the couch and ran up to her mom.

"Mommy!" Sasha cooed, wrapping her arms around her mother.

"Oh, I missed you!" Susan exclaimed, drawing out of the hug to brush Sasha's long golden brown ringlets from her face. "Who knew the swim team called meetings in the middle of Saturdays."

"I knew it was a commitment going in, mom," Sasha said with a wistful sigh. "But I'm prepared to give it my all."

Susan continued to gush over Sasha as Jane slowly simmered in her own hateful jealousy. Sasha didn't deserve any of that attention – none of it. But since she was the one who took after their dad the most, her mother fauned over the girl. It was really Jane who held them all together, but Jane was too good hearted to actually point this out. Instead, she fumed down at the floor.

Sylar watched all this conspire, and suddenly felt a sticky wet spot grow across his chest. Looking down, Sylar spotted with an oath that three of the oranges he had been holding had liquified onto his t-shirt.

"Jane," Susan said in a sharp voice. "Were you listening to me?"

Jane blinked up at her mother, her brow furrowing, "Pardon?"

"Burrr," Her mother complained, giving Sasha the 'your sister is impossible' look. "You should be more committed, Jane. Like your sister."

"I was committed to going to colledge, to furthering my education," Jane said, her arms tightening painfully across her full chest.

Sasha tutted her sister, and shaking her head sadly, she spoke as if to a child, "Jane, I practiced so hard for swimming and became so good – that the swim team let me on free of charge, like a scholarship! Maybe, you just aren't smart enough for colledge."

Jane swelled to capacity, and her mouth workeing tirelessly to try and form the words that could describe her indignity and fury. But nothing could come out. Her eyes heated up as she gazed at her mother and sister, standing so close, bound by their own ignorances.

"Excuse me," she choked, running past them to get to the stairs. "I have to..."

Sasha made a whimpering noise that could have been sympathy if Sylar didn't know better.

"My boy," Susan called suddenly, looking at Sylar with frigtened eyes. "What's wrong?"

The two girls froze and paled as Sylar's eyebrows levelled calmly, and his lips curled back to form a pleasant, if not completely evil, smile. His hard, glinting eyes took in Susan and Sasha with frightening coldness.

"Nothing at all," he said in a dark voice that had the oranges in his hands trembling again. "Excuse me."

O-O-O-O-O-O-O

Sylar could hear music playing through Jane's door as he walked up to it. He placed a hand against the door, as if to steady himself, and began to tune into his enhanced hearing ability so he could try and distinguish Jane's voice from the music.

First, Sylar identified her heart beat. It was rushed again from emotion, and Sylar wished that there was someway he could calm down the erradic beat. Next he could hear her voice whispering softly to the song, occasionally breaking with a sob as she rustled under what sounded like a blanket.

Sylar stole another moment, then knocked.

"Who is it?"

"Gabriel." Sylar answered, listening carefully as she sniffled.

"Come in."

Sylar, without thinking about it, unlocked the door telekenetically as he enterred. Jane, who was only just remberring the fact she had locked it, looked up with a puzzled expression, as Sylar towered in her doorway.

"I though I locked that," she sniffled, making Sylar hesitate slightly.

"Nope. Wasn't locked." Sylar replied quickly, moving into the room and closing the door behind him.

"God, I could have sworn I had..." she said, turning her face away from Sylar and towards her computer where iTunes was up. "I can turn it off... Only, it helps me calm down."

"Not if it's helping you calm down," Sylar replied kindly.

Her room was nicely decorated - the walls covered with bookshelves that were packed with different books, journals and stationary, her bed against the far wall raised on large, old looking books that brought it up level with the window. Around the window grew tall ivory from the plant ladder that ended along side it, and it gave the effect of framing the window's view. Jane was sitting on her bed, her body wrapped up in a big puffy light purple duna.

"Its nice in here," Sylar complimented, sinking into the calm he had felt in the truck as Jane smiled sadly at him.

"Thanks, Gabriel." She mumbled, sniffling again. Her eyes became large and shiny, and Sylar watched in horror as the rims of her eyes turned red and tears threatened to spill over.

Jane looked around, her hands fretting near her orbs, as she lifted the blanket in a panicked rush. The quest under the blanket only produced her teddy bear, and Sylar could already see the tears running rivets down her cheeks.

He spotted the kleenix box near the computer, and with an expertly hidden finger curl, he had the box in his hand quickly. He offered it to a distracted Jane, and she gushed sloppy thank yous as she grabbed several sheets.

"Sit down," she suddenly said, her eyes covered by the white kleenix as her hand gestured wildly about the room.

All for making the situation any less awkward, Sylar chose to sit on the swivelly chair that sat at the desk. As Jane blew into the kleenix, he wheeled over to her, a small smile on his pink lips. Eventually her face peeked out from the duna, reminding Sylar of an eskimo.

"I'm sorry," Jane sniffled as she threw the crumpled tissues into a small bin in the corner. None of them made it in. "I'm never this bad, its just with everything that happened today – with you and everything... I just couldn't handle Sasha digging the knife like that."

Sylar remained silent as Jane laughed in a hard sort of way.

"Still think I'm special," she asked, moving her puffy eyes to take in his form that had scooted closer.

"Yes." Sylar stated, and before she could interrupt he continued. "You didn't rat your sister out."

"I would never do that!" Jane cried, smiling at Sylar like he was clueless. "I never tell on someone I love. That's just dirty."

"You're going to continue to cover for her?"

"I'll cover for her until I die," Jane promised. Her face managed to look dignified even in its flushed and puffy state.

"And you still don't know you're special." Sylar said with a head shake. "Have you ever heard of looking after 'numero uno'?"

"Yes," Jane replied with and eye roll. "But I count people I care for as my 'numero uno's. What good is a life without care or tenderness? And," she then smiled brightly, "I may need to call on my self scarifices one day."

"Ah," Sylar said, nodding and smiling broadly. "I see your plan now. Get her into a deep hole of debt."

Jane tapped her nose then sighed.

"You don't have to be here, you know." Jane said to Sylar, her eyes looking up at him pathetically. "I'm a big girl."

I know, thought Sylar as he watched her form curl up even tighter, but you're small and innocent enough in my eyes.

"Hey," said Sylar, his hand reaching out and resting on the lump of duna he assumed was Jane's shoulder, "what kind of friend would I be if I left you in this state?"

"Oh, Gabriel," Jane sighed, looking up in to his eyes. "Don't you know..."

Her eyes grew wide, but this time there was heat, not tears, behind the expression. She slowly leaned forward, unable to help it as Sylar's compassion reached out to her. He was such a dark entity, but Jane could see the good in him like a flickering flame taht could explode – and just for her.

Everything he did to try and push her away, the woman in her clung harder to that dream... the one that promised an even darker and passionate Sylar that was all hers.

Sylar saw the intention behind Jane's eyes, and before he could stop himself, his eyes had turned hot and his lips had parted. He focussed on Jane's plump lips as they came in closer towards him. How could he have resisted this long? It was a miracle, really.

As Sylar and Jane came closer, Sylar felt as if a deep passion and longing for the girl was about to be releaved. It was as if the more Sylar had tried to ignore the feelings for her, they ahd urrowed deep. They were so deep rooted in fact, that even the darker part of himself, the power hungry killer, was screaming out for her. It was beating against his reserve and craving for her heart.

Her breath was hot and sweet as it brushed against him, and Sylar couldn't help but reach out his large hand and cup the back of Jane's head with it. She was small in his hands, and Sylar found his heart beating fast and his body heating up at the way she fluttered her eyelids.

But as their lips touched for a fraction of a second, Sylar could feel himself breaking apart at the seems.

The man he caged up coming to Louisianna, the true Sylar in him, suddenly leashed forward and demanded that he wrap Jane up hard and possessively. He could feel his whole body tingle with the fresh nerves and excitement. He was all violence and passion.

And there was Jane, at the possible receiving end of it all.

"Stop, Jane!" Sylar called out, his hands gripped tightly to her shoudlers. "Please!"

Sylar breathed hard in through his nose as he battled with the evil possessiveness bubbling up in his body. Half of him wanted Jane bad, and wanted her right at that moment. It raged and rattled the bars of its cage as it felt Jane's heat seep into its body and fuel its dangerous powers. If he let Jane too close, Sylar's more dangerous side could be let loose. And that was not good.

So the more controlled side of Sylar, the side that actually cared for her, knew no matter what, he couldn't let the darker side loose on her, because if he did, he could loose her forever.

Sylar searched her eyes for any hurt or fear, but she was still far too lost in the moment to understand how close she had come. His fingers tightened in frustration mixed with his suddenly unmet needs.

"What am I doing that repulses you?" Jane asked, cringing slightly under Sylar's new found strength.

"Quite the opposite, Jane," Sylar whispered, his hand dropping down from her body to squeeze tightly on the chair's arm. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"What..." Jane floundered, her eyes still fixed on Sylar's in the most horrendously trusting way.

"I have never felt this calm, and yet out of control, in my whole life. And it's all your fault, Jane. You need to stop being so nice to me, you need to stop trusting me so impliccably."

"How can I stop," Jane whispered, leaning in once more. "You've changed me, Gabriel."

"But not for the better!" Sylar insisted, shaking her away. "I'm not always Gabriel Grey, the man you think you can see yourself with. Sometimes, I am someone different. A lot of the time actually - I'm rarely the Gabriel you see before you."

Sylar stood up, throwing the chair against the wall without a single thought with his abilities. Jane sat frozen on the bed, staring after him as the door opened before Sylar could even get close to it. For the first time, Jane was scared of him. She sat on the mattress as if glued to it, and watched as Sylar turned around to look at her.

"I don't deserve you, Jane," he said in a level voice. "I'm Sylar, not Gabriel. And Sylar doesn't want you."

Jane's eyes narrowed and she sat up straighter. She wasn't giving up the moment sheer bliss his half second kiss had given her. She knew what she felt, and knew that those feelings couldn't be all for nothing.

"I think he does." she said back, her eyes hard and defiant.

Sylar smiled cryptically back, and clasped the doorhandle. "Maybe you're right, Jane. But Gabriel won't risk you to find out for how long."

The way he said 'long' had Jane shuddering.

Then he turned to leave, closing the door with a final click. She could hear him stalking off toward his room, but couldn't hear him grinding his teeth or bashing his fist into his hand.

I'll just have to show Sylar – or Gabriel – what I can be. He's not all bad, and the bad in him isn't evil. Jealousy, Jane decided, that's what'll do it. Bring out Bad Sylar to prove that he likes me just as much as Good Gabriel does.