:: London, present day ::

Abigail Blake stepped out of the airport and onto the streets of London and took a deep, steadying breath. She did not want to be here. In fact this was the last place on earth she wanted to be. Rain fell softly against the sidewalk, mirroring her mood. She was tempted to walk out in it and let it soak her; she didn't really care if she got wet anyway, but she pulled out her umbrella anyway for the sake of her friends. Better to avoid questions that might bring up things she didn't want to talk about.

Megan and Logan came up behind her and took out their umbrellas as well in almost perfect unison. Watching them Abigail was once again struck by how much alike the Beaufort siblings looked. The same dark, golden blonde hair, though Megan's was much longer, the same warm grey eyes. Logan, though he was three years younger was about a head taller than Megan's petite frame.

"The house isn't far down the road." Logan explained. "We can probably walk there faster than it would take to get a cab in this weather."

Pushing through the crowded streets they made their way in the direction he indicated, trying to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. They rounded the corner and Logan lead them up to a small, two story brick house with ivy growing up its sides. It was quaint and English and it made Abigail want to scream.

She couldn't believe she was here, that she would be living here! She had vowed never to come back. There were too many memories, too many places she couldn't bear to see again. But Megan's work had transferred her here and since Abigail had lived with the Beaufort's for over 10 years she had opted to move with them as well. She hated being in London, but it was better than starting out on her own again.

"Isn't it lovely?" Megan exclaimed next to her, gesturing to the house. Abigail looked up at it and sighed.

:: London 1905 ::

"Abigail, hurry up! We're going to be late!" Her aunt called up the stairs.

"Coming!" Abigail called, examining herself once more in the mirror, just to be sure. Her champagne colored gown complimented her pale complexion and soft, white-blonde curls perfectly and the simple diamond necklace topped it all off nicely. Her hands went to her hair regardless, striving for perfection.

"Abigail!"

Sighing Abigail gave up and rushed out of the room, turning out the light as she went. She turned the corner into the entry way and found her aunt standing with her hands on her hips and a halfhearted scowl on her lips.

"Abigail Childs you will be the death of your aunt, I swear it. You make us late to every ball we attend." Her Uncle's smile softened his words and Abigail smiled apologetically.

"I am sorry Aunt Claire."

"All right all right, come along now, before we are even later." Her Aunt ushered them out the door and in to the waiting carriage with a smile on her pretty face.

"Abigail, stop fidgeting." Her Aunt scolded, grabbing her hands to keep them still. "You are 19; it's time to start acting like a lady. Ladies never fidget." Abigail scowled softly and looked out the window instead.

"Ladies don't have any fun either." She breathed softly. Her Uncle snorted from the front seat, covering it with a cough. Her Aunt either had not heard or was choosing to ignore her. When the mansion came in to view Abigail nearly pressed her face to the glass window in order to see it better. It was breathtakingly huge, and beautiful too.

"Would you look at that?" Her Aunt breathed, peering out the window from behind Abigail. "It's stunning." Abigail nodded as the car came to a stop. She stepped out of the car and followed her aunt and uncle up the front steps and into the ballroom. Almost immediately Abigail's friends descended. She nodded goodbye to her Aunt and Uncle and hurried off to join her friends, keeping up a constant string of chatter and gossip while watching couples dance to the orchestra's music.

"In the name of all that is holy, would you look at Isabel Dawson's dress?" Margaret Doyle commented, gesturing toward the girl in question. Isabel was wearing a violently red dress with an extremely daring neckline and dancing with a young man who seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes on hers, though Abigail could tell he was making a valiant effort. "Honestly, could she show more cleavage? It is a wonder her parents even let her out of the house." It was common knowledge that there was a fierce rivalry between Margaret and Isabel. Both spent a large amount of time trying to outdo each other while remaining firmly shocked by the others 'audacity'. "It down right scandalous, really."

Abigail nodded in loyal agreement, keeping her eyes from the neckline of Margaret's dress—a neck line that was just barely higher than Isabel's. She had never really liked Isabel either anyway. And her dress really was too much.

"That man is staring at you." Louise Smith nudged Abigail conspiratorially and nodding to her right. Abigail glanced up and caught a pair of brilliant green eyes staring back at her from underneath dark brown bangs. The stranger did not look away, nor did he show any signs of guilt at being caught staring. Abigail cocked her head slightly and held his gaze steadily for a few moments before smirking slightly and turning back to her friends.

"Who is he?" She asked, not allowing herself to glance back at him again. Louise shrugged and shook her head.

"That's Jace Blake." Margaret whispered, her tone dark.

"Oh I've heard of him!" Louise exclaimed, her eyes widening. "They say he's really strange. I hear he never comes out during the day and he drinks something awful."

"And what a temper!" Margaret added. "I heard he broke two chairs and a window at the tavern last month."

"And he's a horrid womanizer!" Louise whispered with an embarrassed giggle.

Abigail turned her head to look over at Jace Blake again, studying him curiously. Once again he met her gaze. His eyes were defiant and held a slight challenge as if he had overheard the gossip. She raised an eyebrow, a tingle of excitement racing up her spine.

"Abigail, don't look at him!" Louise insisted. Abigail looked back at her friends instead, sighing quietly. "Stay far away from that one, he is trouble for sure." Further discussion on the matter was halted by the call to supper. The girls made their way to the dining room along with the crowd before separating to sit with their families. Louise was a ways away from where Abigail and her family sat but Margaret's family was right next to hers. Jace Blake, she noted absently, was on the other side of table a little ways down. Their eyes caught for a few seconds as they sat down before conversation forced Abigail to turn away and participate.

Throughout the meal their eyes continued to catch each other. Abigail had the strange feeling that his never left her, even when she looked away. It seemed an ungrounded theory but every time she glanced his way his emerald eyes were there, staring right back into hers. She never saw him speak to anyone the whole meal. He simply sat silently and ate. And he stared.

But despite her friends' warnings about his reputation, Abigail could not make herself feel worry or disgust under his gaze. She only felt curious.

Supper passed slowly, but eventually it ended and when it was done they returned to the ballroom for more dancing and gossip. Within 5 minutes both Margaret and Louise were off dancing, Louise with her current beau, Edmund, and Margaret was with a man who promised to be the first of many for the evening, as always. Abigail stood to the side watching. Almost without her consent her eyes started roaming the edges of the dance floor, searching for a pair of green eyes.

"Would you care to dance?"

Abigail whipped around to see Jace Blake staring down at her with his hand extended expectantly. He was incredibly handsome. He stood tall and lean and he had a strong jaw and pale skin. His eyes were even more vibrant so close up. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should heed her friends' advice and stay away from him. Then without a word she took his hand and allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor. Jace placed one hand on her waist and held her other in his own and began to lead. He was a great dancer.

"I am Jace Blake." He spoke softly.

"I know."

He smirked. "My reputation precedes me." Abigail blushed softly, a little ashamed of what her friends had been saying. His smirk grew more pronounced. "But unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, you are not as infamous as I." He raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression expectant.

"Oh! I am Abigail Childs."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Childs." They danced in silence for a few moments. "You have beautiful hair." He suddenly commented softly. "The color is like moon beams."

Abigail smiled and the music ended. She made to let go but Jace held on.

"Dance with me again."

"Mr. Blake, what will people say? You know how they all talk." She laughed and allowed him to lead her in another waltz. Jace laughed softly.

"Let them talk."

:: London, Present Day ::

"Are you feeling alright Abigail?" Logan touched her arm, concern written across his brow."You've been quiet all week."

Abigail looked over at him, contemplating how to answer his question. Most of the past week had been spent unpacking and settling in to their new home. Abigail had been too lost in unwanted memories to participate in conversation much. She supposed she had come off as rather aloof and detached. She'd have to make a better effort to join in. she didn't want them to worry.

She smiled at Logan reassuringly. "I'm fine Logan; I'm just tired from the move."

"I think we all are." Megan commented from her place on the sofa. "Perhaps we should all go to bed."

They said their goodnights and made their way up the stairs to their rooms. Abigail entered hers, closed the door and flopped down onto her back on the bed, leaving the lights off.

"God, help me." She whispered up to the dark ceiling. "I'm new at this; my faith is still so fresh. I don't want being here to ruin what little progress I've made. But being here…God I can't handle all of this. I can't handle being so close to where he was, where we were so long. Help me through this."

Sighing Abigail closed her eyes to fall asleep, not bothering to crawl under the covers.

:: London 1905 ::

Abigail should have known better than to think she would get away without an interrogation from her friends. She had excused herself and left the dance floor after two more dances with Jace and had tried to sneak away where she could be alone and think. But it was in vain. Now she stood facing the incredulous faces of Margaret and Louise.

"You danced with him?" Margaret demanded. She was clearly angry, but she seemed to be trying to force herself not to be impressed as well.

"Four times!" Louise added. "What were you thinking?!" Over Louise's shoulder Abigail caught sight of Jace leaning against the far wall. His eyes were on her and he seemed amused by her predicament. She smiled slightly in return and looked back at her friends who were waiting for a response.

"He asked me to dance." She shrugged as though that settled the matter, though she knew that would never settle her friends.

"Abigail!" Louise insisted. "You could have refused, or just danced once to be polite. Didn't you hear what we told you about him?"

"He was a perfect gentleman the whole evening, very easy to talk to, very charming. I don't see what the big fuss is all about." And she didn't. Despite everything her friends had told her about the man she could not find one thing wrong with him. The conversation had flowed easily and freely for the first three songs before they had settled into a comfortable silence for the fourth after which the musicians had stopped playing and she had excused herself. If anything, his reputation only added to his appeal; it made him mysterious and dangerous.

"Oh Abigail do promise you won't see him again." Louise begged. Abigail sighed and did not respond. She did not want her friends to worry but she couldn't promise that she'd never talk to or dance with Jace Blake again, if he asked. He intrigued her.

She excused herself and left her worrying friends behind to go stand on the balcony. The cool night air felt heavenly on her skin after the stuffy dance floor. Sighing, she leaned her forearms on the ledge of the balcony and looked out over the massive estate. It was beautifully eerie as it glowed in the moonlight. She was reminded of what Jace had said about her hair. "The color is like moon beams." She played with a strand of it as she thought. No one had ever complimented her quite like that before, though she had been told she was beautiful all her life, so much so that it had become almost dull. But his compliment had been anything but.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see Jace walking toward her. She smiled up at him before turning to lean against the balcony ledge once more.

"I'm afraid I got you into a bit of trouble." He said, leaning against the balcony as well.

Abigail laughed. "They're just worried about me."

"They listen to the gossip." It was a statement, not a question. It was as though he had overheard the girls' conversation. "But you do not seem at all concerned about my reputation. Tell me, why is that?" he cocked his dark head and waited for her reply.

Abigail glanced out at the landscape again. "I chose to judge people based on what I see, not what I am told." She said simply. She looked back at him and held his gaze. His eyes were curious.

"You are not afraid of me." another statement, but she shook her head in response anyway. "Most people are, or at the very least wary. They disapprove of what they hear about me, think that it is strange."

"No." She said simply, looking him in the eye. He was silent, staring at her strangely. His eyes left hers and he surveyed the landscape. "Is it true you never come out during the day?" she blurted, then wished she could take it back. He looked at her, one eyebrow raised slightly and she blushed. "Sorry." She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut.

"I prefer the night." He answered after a moment, shocking her slightly. She hadn't expected a response. "The moon is so much more beautiful than the sun, don't you think?" his hand toyed with a strand of her hair and his eyes were locked on hers. They were silent for a while, he released her hair and they both turned to look off the balcony again.

This time he broke the silence. "I shouldn't keep you from your friends any longer." He took her hand and kissed it softly. "I hope to see you again soon Miss Childs." And then he was gone. Abigail slowly made her way back to the ballroom, smiling softly to herself.

:: London, Present day ::

Abigail stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing and watching the sun set over London. Megan and Logan were still sleeping as usual, but Abigail was in the habit of waking up a little before the sun set. She liked to enjoy the sun for a few minutes before night fell. And as the rest of the house would still be in bed it insured her a few minutes to think alone, uninterrupted.

Below her on the street people were walking about in mostly groups of two or three, though there was the occasional person walking alone. The wind was blowing and it made the air cold, despite the warmth of the not yet fully set sun. Goosebumps rose on her arm and she shivered slightly.

:: London 1905 ::

"Abigail Childs what were you thinking?" Her Aunt's face was more incredulous and furious than her friends' had been. "How could you dance with him?"

Holding back a sigh Abigail put on an innocent face. "To whom are you referring Aunt Claire? I had several dance partners." She asked nonchalantly.

Her Aunt's lips formed a thin line. "Don't pull that with me Abigail, I've known you too long. You danced with Jace Blake. Four times!"

"Oh him." Abigail yawned and shrugged her indifference to the subject. "He asked me too dance. He's a good dancer."

"He is a drunken womanizer!!"

"He is a gentleman! He had not one negative thing to say about anyone the whole night, which is more than I can say for every other person I talked to! I for one think it is terrible that people are so cruel to him because of a couple of stupid rumors. He gave me no indication that any of the rumors are true."

Her Aunt was nearly in hysterics now. "Do you understand the consequences if you are seen associating with him like that? People will begin to talk and you're reputation will be ruined."

"Heaven forbid." Abigail interjected dryly.

"Abigail this is serious!" Her aunt insisted. "I forbid you to see him again!"

Abigail laughed humorlessly. "I am 19. You are not in charge of me."

"That is no way to talk to your Aunt." Her Uncle interjected sternly. Abigail glanced at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry Uncle George. But she cannot really tell me who I can and cannot dance with."

"When your parents died you were left in our care. We are in charge of deciding what is best for you and I say you cannot see him again!" Her Aunt nearly shouted.

Abigail and her Aunt looked back to her George for support. He held up his hands. "I'll have no part in this, but you will listen to your Aunt."

Fuming, Abigail let out a frustrated growl, stalked away and slammed her door, fully aware of how childish she was acting. Angry tears welled in her eyes and she batted them away, frustrated. Huffing in annoyance she threw herself onto the bed and waited for sleep to come.

…….

It was a week later and Abigail was standing with Louise at another ball. They stood watching the pairs twirling around the dance floor and commenting absently on the various outfits and couples.

"She has really outdone herself this time." Margaret was fuming as she came up behind Abigail and Louise.

"Who has?" Louise asked politely, though Abigail guessed that Louise knew exactly who just as well as she did.

"Isabel Dawson, that's who!" Margaret threw her hands in the air in exasperation. Abigail sighed.

"What has she done now? Heavens, her neckline could not possibly have gotten any lower!"

Margaret's eyes were shining with anger. "Just look who she's dancing with!" Abigail's eyes wandered the dance floor, searching for Isabel. She was not hard to find, her shocking blue dress stood out against all the rest. She was currently tilting her dark head back and laughing at something her partner had said. Abigail turned her eyes to Isabel's partner and gasped. It was Conner Johnson. Conner was probably the only constant boy in Margaret's life. She had her many dance partners, her flirtations, but she always went back to Conner. He had always seemed content with the situation, but it looked as though Isabel had gotten her claws into him. Abigail took Margaret's hand and squeezed it gently.

Within a few minutes Edmund appeared and took Louise off to the dance floor, leaving Abigail and Margaret alone.

"Miss Doyle would you care to dance?" Abigail and Margaret look up to see Benjamin Russell standing before them. He was very rich and very handsome—though, Abigail found herself thinking absently, he was not nearly as handsome as Jace Blake—and Margaret could not stand him. She said he was too much of a rule follower, but Abigail suspected that it had less to do with him following the rules (which evidence showed he did not do nearly as much as Margaret claimed) and more to do with the fact that he had courted Isabel Dawson two years prior. Margaret would rather not dance with anyone than have Isabel's leftovers.

Abigail watched as Margaret bit her lip and debated, something she had never done before when Benjamin had asked. Her eyes traveled over to where Isabel and Conner were dancing before setting her jaw and turning back to Benjamin.

"I would love to." Abigail had to hold back a gasp as Margaret offered her hand and allowed Benjamin to lead her out to the dance floor. It was certainly proving to be an interesting night.

"May I have this dance?"

Abigail's heart sped up as she turned and once again faced those stunning green eyes.

"I would love to." Abigail began. When Jace made to offer her his arm she quickly added, "But unfortunately my Aunt and Uncle have forbidden me to associate with you." Her cheeks flamed scarlet in embarrassment and she suddenly became very interested in the pattern covering the floor. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Abigail, unable to stand it any longer, dared a peak up at his face. There was disappointment written on his face, but he did not look surprised.

"I understand." He turned to leave.

"Mr. Blake!" Abigail stopped him without thinking. He turned back and she blushed slightly but did not look away. "I'm sorry about this. I really did enjoy your company."

He smiled slightly. "Don't worry Miss Childs. I am sure we will be seeing each other soon." He took her hand and kissed it lightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Enjoy your evening." Without another word he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

…..

Abigail started awake later that night. Exhausted from the nights festivities she rolled over with the intension of going back to sleep. A sharp tapping sound prevented her fulfillment of this plan. Annoyed, she sat up to find the source of the sound. She heard it again. It sounded like it came from the window so she stood and walked over in time to see something small hit the window. Frowning, she opened it and leaned out. In the soft moonlight she could make out the figure of a man standing in the garden, his arm raised in preparation to throw another rock.

"Hello Miss Childs." A pleasant voice called softly from below. She started.

"Mr. Blake?" he nodded. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you we would be seeing each other again soon." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Are you crazy?" she asked incredulously. "Someone is going to hear us!"

She watched him place his hands on his hips. She could almost see his green eyes dancing as he spoke. "Not if you come down here." She bit her lip and hung out of the window a bit longer. If her Aunt or Uncle caught her she would be dead for sure. But…rules were meant to be broken, were they not?

Taking a deep breath she called, "I'll be right down" and hurried for the door.

It felt like every floorboard creaked as she slowly snuck down the stairs and to the front door. She turned the knob and pulled. The door admitted a loud groan that had her frozen in her tracks. Her breath came in short gasps as she listened with all her might, hoping her Aunt and Uncle had not awoken. She waited a full two minutes before daring to move again. She slipped out the door and breathed a sigh of relief when it closed silently. She hurried into the garden to find Jace Blake leaning against the wall of the house, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps towards her. The situation made Abigail slightly nervous but she kept her chin high and her eyes on his.

"What, did you think I was too afraid?" she smiled slightly.

"Maybe." He challenged. "Prove me wrong."

"How?" she cocked her head slightly, her smile growing more pronounced. His smirk followed.

"Meet me here again tomorrow night."

The next night Abigail could hardly sit still as she waited. The whole thing was so exciting; secret midnight meeting in the garden, sneaking out of the house. It was like a fairytale. Her Aunt and Uncle seemed to write her aloofness off as her still being angry about them forbidding her to see Jace again. When she thought about the irony of it all it was all Abigail could do not to laugh.

When night finally came, when her Aunt and Uncle finally retired to bed, Abigail rushed to her window and waited impatiently for him to show up. Every gust of wind, every shadow had her jumping up in excitement. And then, finally, he came. As soon as she saw his figure step out from behind a tree she jumped up and hurried down the stairs, going as quietly as her excitement would let her. In moments she was standing before him in the garden, slightly breathless but fighting to maintain her composure.

He smiled. "You came."

"I told you I was not too scared." She lifted her chin slightly and looked him in the eye. He stepped forward, shaking his head slightly.

"I don't know," he held her gaze, even as she frowned at him. "I am still not convinced."

"Oh?" She cocked her head slightly. "And what do I have to do to prove it?" she asked. Jace was silent for a moment as he walked forward slowly, a playful smirk growing on his face. His eyes danced as he stopped directly in front of her. His answer momentarily stopped her heart and sent a pleasant sensation up her spine.

"Kiss me."

……..

For the next year he came to her like that, always by night, usually a few times a week, and she would go down meet him in the garden. Some nights they talked, barely stopping to breathe for hours. One night they had been lying in the grass silently watching the stars when he had propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her.

"I don't understand you." He admitted. She cocked her head in confusion and he continued. "Everyone else stays away from me. And yet here you sit, breaking the rules and going out of your way to see Me." she propped up on her elbow to see him better, a small frown on her face. "I know your friends gossip about me. Why don't you listen?"

"You want me to listen, to stay away?" her forehead creased with confusion.

"No, of course not." He assured her. "I was simply curious."

Abigail smiled. "It does not matter what they say." She kissed the corner of his mouth. He took her cheek in his hand and pulled her mouth more firmly against his, smiling against her lips.

"I'm glad."

Some nights they simply sat holding each other and enjoying the night. In the winter their meetings had been shorter and less frequent. When they met in public they pretended not to acknowledge each other, but when they caught each other's eye from across the room they shared a conspirator's smile.

Some days Abigail wished they didn't have to hide, that they could acknowledge their relationship in public. But Jace insisted that it didn't matter, and she couldn't help but find it rather romantic, like living a fairy-tale. And part of her rejoiced in the sheer rebellion of it, the danger of being caught, the knowledge she was consciously breaking the rules.

:: London 1906::

A tapping sound woke Abigail from her sleep. She looked around her dark room for a moment, wondering why she was awake. A second tap on her window brought a smile to her face and she jumped off the bed and race to the window in time to see a third pebble hit it. She opened it and leaned out. Jace was standing three floors below, his face titled up to look at her. She grinned down at him before closing the window again. She turned and hurried quietly out of her room and down the hallway.

Stepping out into the garden Abigail immediately wished she had grabbed a jacket or robe. The night air was becoming steadily colder as fall grew closer. But when she saw Jace's welcoming smile it did not matter. She stepped forward and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her solidly.

"Hello love." He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. Pulling back slightly he studied her before pulling her in to rest against his chest.

"I've missed you." She whispered. It had been two long, sleepless weeks since he had last come. Abigail had begun to worry about his safety. She smiled slightly. "I was beginning to think you had found someone else." Jace kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back gently.

"There will never be anyone but you, even if you find someone else, someone your family and friends will approve of."

Abigail smiled up at him and pulled away from his arms. "Perhaps I have." She raised an eyebrow coyly.

"Oh really?" he smirked and grabbed her skirt roughly, pulling her against him. "And who might this mystery competitor be?"

"Jace Blake, you know better." she pulled back to look up at him, a small frown turned down her lips and creased her forehead. Jace took his thumb and smoothed the lines gently before replacing his thumb with his lips. He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, then her nose, then finally her lips.

"I'm sorry I've been away." He whispered, moving his lips to her neck. She trembled. "But I have to leave again, for a month this time." Abigail pulled back slightly, shocked. Her eyes were wary, hesitant. His were apologetic.

"Why?"

Jace sighed. "I have business in France."

"France!" Abigail exclaimed, struggling to keep her voice down. It wouldn't do to wake the whole house and have them caught. "What business could you possibly have to do in France that you cannot do in England?" Her heart was speeding out of control. She had nearly worked herself into a fit with him gone for two weeks. What would she do without him for a month? "Are you leaving because of me? Are you tired of me, of having to hide? We can stop hiding if you want! I don't care what they say, as long it will keep you here." She knew she was becoming a little hysterical and she fought for calm.

Jace grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Abby calm down, it's only a month. And I am not tired of you, of course not." His eyes grew suddenly wary. "Are you? Tired of this I mean." He seemed to be bracing himself. She put a hand on his cheek softly.

"As long as I can be with you I do not care how." She stood on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips before pulling her head against his chest again. "When are you leaving?" she whispered.

"In the morning." His arms tightened slightly and she clung to him, wishing the night would never end.

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