I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
And with my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry
With word I cannot verbalise
Tell me why
We live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored

- We are Broken by Paramore

Jane Hart grimaced as her beaten pick up screamed an announcement of her arrival. So much for subtle. Her breath held in her throat as she looked around, but it didn't seem to have alerted anyone. With a heavy sigh, Jane relaxed her muscles and looked around the cab. She lifted her navy jumper off the shopping bags resting on the passenger seat, and slipped it over her grey long sleeved shirt.

Fall had certainly arrived in Bray. Its cold, body chilling air swept over the town with gusto, no pun intended, resulting in the summer clothes being quickly cast aside in favor for warmer atire. The once green trees now became a hue of oranges and reds, and constantly looked aflame when the sun hit them just right.

Jane gathered the rest of her things and slipped out of the car into the crisp day.

Everything was quiet around her house. All that could be heard was the rustling of wind through trees, and kids laughing distantly. Her house loomed in the stillness, offering her solace.

If he isn't there, that is. Jane thought, chewing on her bottom lip. But where else would he be?

It was getting ridiculous. Truly. She couldn't even be in the same room as him without thinking about how absoluletly magnetic he was. Sometimes, quite horrifically, when Jane wasn't in complete check of her feelings, she foudn herself slowly drifting towards him, her eyes at half mast and her lips puckered.

Battling with irrational fear, Jane gathered her wits about her and walked up towards the house.

This afternoon they would all be going to the fair together, and Jane couldn't seem to keep the anxiety down at this thought. It seemed to her a horrific plan set up to humilate her. To have to pretend to be happily attatched to Doug, while Sylar was just stone's throw away, seemed an impossible taske. Jane could just see herself saying something she'd regret.

All she could hope was, with the presence of her mother, Sylar would be pretending to be the good boy he wasn't. If he continued to do those things... If he continued to act like a dangerous man intent on getting Jane on her own and away from Doug... He just might succeed.

Something must be seriously wrong with me. Jane thought to herself as she shook her head violentlylike a dog after a bath.It musn't be healthy that the more dangerous he acts, the more I feel myself wanting him.

Cursing her confusing love interest, Jane enterred the house and made a quick B-Line for her bedroom. This meant that she came horribly close to Sylar's room, but she hoped agaisnt hope that he was somehow mysteriously absent.

Each step seemed to be horribly magnified in the silence, every breath, every heart beat. Even the hall seemed to stretch out like an never ending road which had her room now miles away. She bgean her trek needlessly quiet, because Sylar had known she was there since her car turned onto their street.

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

A timid knock came at the front door, and Sylar, who had been tying up his black shoes in the foyer, was the first to swing it open in welcome. Doug Fernan stood on the front porch, his body dressed in light blue jeans, a tight dark green shirt and a red plaid shirt over top. He looked like the perfect small town boy.

"Hello there, Doug," Sylar said in a crawling voice. "Come on in."

Doug hesitated, taking in Sylar's new attire with wide eyes. Sylar had reverted back to wearing black for the occasion. He wore black jeans, a black wifebeater covered by a black hoodie and on top of that a black coat. He still wore his glasses though, and his hair was only slightly gelled. The overall effect was very intimidating.

"Is that you, Doug?" called a voice, and both boys turned to smile over at Jane as she ran down the stairs.

Jane was wearing dark blue slightly flared jeans, and a red top covered by a blue hoodie that showed off her curves perfectly. It took all Sylar had to not walk up to the girl and greet her with a very passionate kiss. Her hair was up in a pony tail that swung freely with every movement, and her perfect lips were covered in a cherry lipgloss.

"Hey, Babe," Doug greeted, stepping away from Sylar as Jane came walking up towards him. They embraced with a hug, Sylar watching over the whole procedure at an awkward closeness.

"We're just waiting on my mom to return from the bank," Jane said to Doug once they withdrew. "So come on in."

She was doggedly avoiding to look at Sylar as she poured all her attention extravegantly out on Doug. It was a champion effort, thought Sylar, but he would soon have her attention.

As Jane and Doug sat on the couch, Sylar sat down on a chair that was right in Jane's line of vision.

"You look lovely today, Jane," said Sylar, his voice making work of the word lovely. "Is that sweater new?"

"Yes," Jane breathed, her eyes still fixed on Doug. "I got it today."

Sylar smirked. "Especially for... Doug."

"Yeah," Jane said, smiling at her beau.

Doug smiled brightly, his whole body perking up. "Aw, Babe, thanks! You look hot!"

Doug then pulled Jane towards him, and as Sylar watched with mounting fury, the two began to kiss.

It wasn't a passionate, spell boudning kiss by any means. It looked more awkward the anything from where Sylar sat. Doug's arms held Jane tightly to him, but as Jane held him back, her hands clenched together into balls. Her brow knitted together anxiously, and her foot tapped like she was counting down the seconds.

Sylar cleared his throat harshly, and Jane withdrew from Doug quickly. Her eyes were hard and accusing as she stared at the boy.

"What?" Doug asked, completely confused as he watched Jane stand from the couch and walk off towards the foyer. He got up to follow her, but suddenly found Sylar's hand on his shoulder. Doug looked up into his competition's face with fear, and found quite an evil smile beamig down at him.

"Let me talk to her," Sylar said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked towards her.

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

Jane was lacing up her Converse quite vigorously as Sylar approached. Her mouth was working furiosuly as she talked to herself. Sylar could already hear her muttering "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Girl" as he came closer.

The foyer was just a space of about 3 metres by 2 meters right in front of the door where the occupents of the Hart house could remove or adorn their different shoes that sat waiting on a mounted shoe holder. There was a small seat for people to sit on while they went about their business, and that's where Jane was.

Sylar leaned up against the space of wall next to the shoe tree, and observed her smal hands clenching around the shoelaces. He had never seen her so out of sorts.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Peachy," Jane growled back. Her head snapped up, and Sylar could see the flash of anger in her eyes, "Why d-"

But at that moment, Sylar's appearance registered in Jane's brain, and she felt momentairly stunned.

He was all black clothes and danger, just like the man in her dreams. And like that man in her dreams, he seemed to be ready to sweep her up into his arms and grab at her lips with his.

The thought of being wrapped in an embrace with Sylar had Jane flushing uncontrollably. How does he do this to me?

The sight of color across Jane's cheeks had the same effect of Sylar, and he had to clentch his hands into balls to fight off the butterflies in his stomach. I need to get her alone...

"Why don't we just blow this off?" Sylar began to suggest, watching the way Jane stared at him with growing heat. She stayed rooted to the seat, but her eyes were already kissing him, already taking off his shirt...

"Jane, I think I see your mom's car!" Doug came walking in from the kitchen where he had been staring out into the street and waiting for Sylar, who he thought was actually talking to Jane for him.

Jane slid out from Sylar's gaze quickly, brushing off her jumper distractedly as she moved up to Doug.

She had been so stupid to think she could handle this. Jane was never great at playing pretend, and that's all this situation was – a game of make believe. She couldn't pretend to be Doug's girl while all the while drooling over Sylar. She couldn't go to the fair pretending she wasn't completely fallen for the dark stranger. And worst of all, Jane had brought Doug along with her, dragging him down into her pit of denial.

I'm a horrible person... she concluded, vowing to try her best to survive tonight.

"Ready?" she asked Doug, moving in a trance like state as he pulled her in close.

Doug took this as enamored complacency, and gave Sylar a thumbs up thanks. Sylar's eyes spat fire in response.

"I think we're all ready to get this going," Sylar said in a voice with a dangerous undertone.

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

Jane nervously fidgeted with the radio as her pick-up idled at a red light. Her legs twitched near the gas pedal and her lip was turning redder by the minute as she nibbled on it.

"You're not going to have any lip left if you carry on," Sylar said tenderly, his eyes sweeping over Jane's puffy and aggitated lower lip as he said this.

"Why don't you mind your own girlfriend's lips," Doug grumbled from the backseat.

Jane looked at him through her rear view mirror, trying to appoligize silently as she met his troubled eyes. Sylar had stolen front seat from him when they had decided the three of them would car pool together, and now Doug sulked in the back with his arms crossed. His mind growing more and more suspicious over his 'pal'.

Jane revved up her engine in impatience, waiting for the light to switch to green.

"I like this song," Sylar said, turning up the Beatles remake of All My Loving. He met Jane's glance with a quirk of his lips, and then watched with a widening smile as she gripped hard on her leather bound steering wheel.

"How old are you?" Doug snarked, his eyes glaring into the back of Sylar's head.

Doug then suddenly began to cough violently, as if he was being strangled. Jane whipped her head around quickly, her eyes wide as she looked towards Doug who had his hand on his heaving chest.

"What happened?" she asked angrily, fright making her sharp.

"The seatbelt got really tight," Doug gasped, testing the now loose safety device.

Jane sat back in her seat, eyes wide and panicked. Her breath was quick and shallow as she tried to stop her head whirling.

"The light's green, Jane," Sylar pointed out, acting non-chalant.

"Stop it," Jane whispered.

"What?" Doug asked.

"Nothing," Jane snapped at him, revving her engine then speeding off down the street.

"You have to stop terrorizing him," Jane whispered over the loud sound system. "Its me you don't like."

"Don't like?" Sylar replied, his eyes roaming over Jane's figure.

Silence decended them for awhile, the music blaring in Jane's humming ears. All she could hear was her thumping heart. Doug sung along to the songs, completely ignorant.

"Just send him home, Jane." Sylar said in a slow whisper.

"What? And be left alone with you?" Jane quipped.

"You want that, Jane." Sylar said in a coaxing manner. If Doug wasn't in the back seat, Sylar would cut the engine at that moment and show her how much she did want him. "Don't you?"

"I don't trust you." Jane whispered, her eyes shining in the sun that was directly in front of the windshield.

Sylar was stumped momentarily, his body freezing up in dread. He had been so sure she did.

"You don't?" Sylar asked, his voice momentarily hurt and hoarse.

Jane's eyes snapped to Sylar's face, and Sylar thought he could still see the love and trust that had been there when they first met. But what if he was mistaken? What if it was all in his mind, and he had truly succeeded in warning her off?

"Hey," Doug said suddenly, his finger pointed out the window. "There it is! Bigger then last year..."

Sylar watched Jane turn away, her mouth not opening for breaths. She seemed frozen, which disturbed him more then anything. Was all this torment his fault? Was something actually wrong with Jane? Was she just sad about the fact she didn't have and more feeling for him? Or maybe she was just torn between liking him again or going with the numbing cold rejection brought on... Or worse, what if she did still like him, but she also really didn't trust him - and so the attraction turned to self loathing...

"You ok?" he asked, actual concern in his voice.

She sucked her lips into a white line and jerked her head into a nod. "Peachy," she squeaked as she pulled quickly into a spot, fixed her gears, and cut the engine.

"Look, Jane..." Sylar began, his hand reaching out to touch her. Jane turned to look at him, her eyes wide and shining like she was standing on a cliff ledge, begging Sylar her talk her back from it.

"Hey, dude!" Doug called, his face suddenly appearing through the gap of the two front seats. "No touchy my Jane."

Sylar cocked his eyebrow and asked, "Your Jane?" The tone implied something, and it had Doug looking towards Jane's seat. But it was empty – Jane having left the cab.

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

"Hey!" Shsha Hart yelled out, jumping around excitedly, "One more shot and you get the big teddy bear!"

"He's cheating or something..." Doug protested looking into the duck shooting booth with squinting eyes. "Somehow..."

"How," Sylar asked in a high mocking voice, knowing quite well how he was so good, and that Doug would never be able figure it out.

"I don't know," snapped back Doug, "but you are."

Jane grimaced at him, and watched as Sylar easily made the final, and ultimately winning, shot. The small group of people clapped for Sylar as the booth manager reached up to take the big fat light purple teddy bear down from its high shelf. It was plush, and practically glittered in the fading day light as it was handed over to an awkward looking Sylar.

Jane giggled slightly as he looked at the teddy's blank beady eyes staring back at him.

"Here," Sylar said, handing it off to Jane who suddenly resembled a deer caught in headlights. "I'm not carrying it around."

Jane flushed red as she took it from him and hugged it close to her. "Thank you," she whispered to him, her lips twitching at the corners.

"Anything to see you smile again," Sylar whispered as the rest of them all began to wander towards the next booth.

"Hey, Gabriel!" Sasha called as she waved from another prize booth. "Come here."

Sylar shrugged and walked up to her, Jane following in his wake timidly before stopping next to an irate Doug.

"Try this one," Sasha said, pointing to a Whack-a-Mole machine. "I bet you're great at this one too."

Doug gave a loud groan to show his disagreement, and Sylar turned to face him.

"Would you like a go instead?" he asked, gesturing grandly to the game.

Doug stood there, judging it for a few seconds, before he nodded vigorously. Pushing past Jane and Sylar, Doug came up to the machine. He inserted a coin and waited as the game made wild electronic noises.

"Good luck," Sylar said.

Jane rolled her eyes and held closer to the bear as she watched.

Doug raised the hammer, and threw it down onto an appearing mole. It looked like a direct hit until, at the last second, the hammer moved off its target and slammed down on the machine's body. The group stifled their giggles.

Doug rolled his shoulders before raising it again and trying for another mole, but the same thing happened. Doug tried and failed to hit the moles numerous times, his ears turning steadily red as he went. Jane glanced up at Sylar to see him playing idly with the teddy bear she held. He looked up at her and smiled.

Finally, after attempt number 15, Doug looked over to where Jane stood in hopes she would give him an encouraging nod. Instead, Doug saw her watching Sylar run his hands slowly through the bear's fur sensously. The man's long hands aplied slight pressure as he fiddle with the ears, and Jane's gaze became fixed and heated.

"Hey!" Doug called, pointing at the pair with his hammer. "Stop that!"

Sylar looked up innocently, his hand leaving the purple fur. Jane bit her bottom lip and looked anywhere else but at Doug.

The machine then gave a depressing low whirling sound, and then a chorus of boos broke out. The machine yelled out 'LOSER!' over and over again as the moles popped up and down in their holes laughing.

"Bloody machine!" Doug said angrily as he threw the mallet at one of the moles. It hit it's target, resulting in the head of the mallet to break off and fly back at Doug. It also hit it's target.

"Yikes," Sasha said, stepping back as a gasping Doug stumbled towards her. "Bull's Eye!"

"Sasha," Jane cried out indignantly, moving up to Doug who was bent over, wheezing, and holding his crotch. She ran a hand comfortingly down his spine as she asked "Are you alright?"

"'Course I'm not," Doug snapped. "You're man-friend over there almost killed me."

"Doug," Jane sighed, closing her eyes momentarily. "That's crazy. He was over near me. He had just as much chance doing anything then I did."

"You best walk it off," Sylar suggested to the couple.

"Yes," Jane said tersely. "Thank you." She then threw the teddy bear at Sylar. He caught it easily with a furrowed brow. "You hold it," Jane snapped at him.

Jane then helped Doug stand up a bit straighter, and the two shuffled away.

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

Doug watched angrily as Jane stared down absently at her hands. He had an icepack to his brusied parts, and he was expecting a bit of sympathy.

"It hurts, Jane." he moaned slightly, trying to adjust himself, and groaned from pain in response.

"Stop that, Doug," Jane snapped, her eyes not moving from her hands. "You're only making it worse." She was silent again as her hands ran in over each other slowly.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" he asked accusingly.

Jane started and blinked at him, "What? No."

Doug shook his head and stared angrily down at the ground. "He fancies you."

"You're acting rather childish," Jane said with a sigh. "Gabriel isn't like that."

"Yes, he is!" Doug said, looking at Jane like she was thick. "Jane, can't you see it? He's trying to break us up!"

Doug gave a loud sigh as he tried to adjust himself. He whimpered loudly.

"Jeez, Doug!" Jane cried, her head swining around to glare at him. "What have I told you?"

"Dating you has become hazardous to my health." Doug grumbled down at his blue ice pack.

"What do you mean by that?" Jane snapped, her eyes hard.

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

The soft cries came from the outskirts of the fair, where earlier in the day people lunched on the picnic benches. Now, all life seemed to be sucked away from the area where only distant laughing and machinery could be heard. The whole area hid in the shadows of the night where only moonlight touched.

Sylar walked carefully into the area, his eyes wide as he tired to figure out where precisely Jane was. There were about five dark brown picnic tables, and around them towered trees. On the furthest table, Sylar could see something outlined by moonlinght. He honed in on it with his powers, and could hear the distinctive cries that had brought him to this area in the first place.

He walked up silently towards her, not daring to even breathe in case she heard him and scurried off.

"Jane," he breathed once he was close enough to see her downcast portfolio.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Her face was drenched in tears and her arms were shakily wrapped around herself. Her whole figure seemed to tremble with emotion as Sylar approached carefully.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes fixed to hers.

Jane's bottom lip trembled as she turned her face away again. "We broke up," she whispered in a voice that was barely a breath.

Sylar's happiness at this news didn't even register in his now anxious brain. He wouldn't have driven them to a break up if he had known she's be this torn up about it. Well, maybe he would - but he wouldn't have done it so violently.

"I'm sorry," Sylar whispered.

He pulled himself up onto the table and sat next to Jane. He could hear her crying quietly, and felt his own eyes heat up. What if all her upset was his fault. Then, to Sylar's suprise, Jane began to laugh quietly.

"That's not even why I'm crying," she said, raising her head once more to look at him. He saw no mirth in her eyes. "Isn't that horrible? I'm horrible..."

"You're not, Jane," Sylar swore. He took one of his arms and placed it across Jane's shoulder where he rubbed her comfortingly.

"But I must be," Jane whispered, her eyes wide and on him. "I made Doug go through all that, and all the while I was just waiting for..."

Silence descended them, and for awhile all Jane could do was cry. They were soft, pathetic noises that made her even more depressed and disgusted with herself. Her hands wrung around themselves in her lap, and her bottom lip had become painful to talk with because of her insistent chewing.

"Tell me, Jane," Sylar whispered. He took his arm off her shoulders, and took up Jane's fretting hands in his own.

"I was just waiting for you," Jane said in a quiet voice to their joined hands.

"For me to what, Jane?" Sylar asked, his eyes now dancing with fire.

If she tells me what to do, I won't deny her...

"For you to realize that you want me," Jane replied.

Sylar took in a sharp breath as he held tightly to Jane's hands. His whole mind seemed to be ablaze, his skin crawled with need and his insides danced with joy.

"It took me awhile to figure it out," Sylar said, his eyes fixed to Jane's bent head, "that's for sure."

Jane raised her head quickly, her brown eyes widening and meeting his. Her mouth hung open in shock, and Sylar couldn't help but smile at her look of utter astonishment.

"What," Sylar sighed, tracing a finger down her slack jaw. "Are you that surprised?"

Jane gave a small nod, which sent Sylar into a laugh.

"Please," he said gently.

Sylar took Jane's hands and placed them around his neck where she held tight to him. Jane kept her eyes fixed to Sylar's as she ran her hand up and down the back of his neck and into his hair experimentally. All the while Sylar ran his hands down the length of Jane's willing body. Starting from her shoulders, Sylar felt down the length of her curves, coming to rest on her hips. Jane shivered with need as Sylar's finger's travelled idly down onto her jeans.

Sylar then pulled Jane in tight against his chest, loving the way she gasped in surprise. He could feel her heart beat against him through the fabric of their clothes, and he didn't hesitate from kissing her exposed coller bone. Her skin was heated there, which had Sylar smiling affectionatly.

She's so willing...

"Are you ready for me?" Sylar asked, his breath sending Jane's eyes fluttering.

"I've been ready for so long," Jane whispered, swaying in close to Sylar.

"No more substitues," Sylar said slowly, his mouth right up close to Jane's, "it's time for the real thing."

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

"Sasha," Susan Hart sighed, her feet rolling around in their nikes, "I'm tired. Go find the rest of them."

"Alright, mom," Sasha said happily, giving her mother a brilliant smile before turning. Her feet fell unnessecarily hard as she walked away, but Susan didn't seem to notice as she fished in her purse for the car keys.

Sasha made her way to the ticket booth, where she figured she could ask the guy in charge if he'd seen any of them recently buy tickets. If they hadn't that meant they were probably at the food pavillion, seeing as Sasha's mother held all the tickets.

As she made her way up to the large orange booth, she heard a small whimpering cry from the picnic area just down a little ways. It was sucluded and dark, and had served as Sasha's own love nest on several occasions. Sasha was a secretive person, and respected other poeple's need for privacy, but she recognised the heated cry as that of her sister's.

"Jane," she whispered, her lips stretching into a viscious smile as she catioulsy walked over to the shaded and cut off section of the park.

She stuck to the outlining of trees as she slunk around to get a better view of what seemed to be, from a distance, a wrestling match. The area was dead quiet, so the murmings and grunts cut through the air as if they were ebing screaed rather then whispered. Sasha hid behind a particularily fat tree trunk as she listened in.

"Not here," said a male voice Sasha recognised as Sylar's.

"I don't want to stop," Jane whispered back between moans.

"Jane, I won't stop wanting you if we wait five minutes to get back to your house."

"Let's not risk it."

"I refuse to take you on a picnic table."

"Party pooper."

Sasha held her breath for a dangerous amount of time, refusing to exhale until the pair had made their exit from the area. Finally, when Sasha felt her head swimming, she heard the pair cracking twigs beneath their retreating feet. With a rushing breath out, her hands excitedly went to her purse.

She threw out the various tampons, condoms and loose change before finally her hand found what she was looking for.

Flipping open the mobile phone, Sasha quickly punched in the desired number with her ecrylic fingernails. She waited for three rings until finally someone picked up.

She spat out her tasteless gum into the surrounding still trees and then began to speak, "You will never guess who I saw my sister with."