This Fanfic is my first so please be kind s I am not really a writer. Was inspired however because there is very little Austenland fanfic here. I didn't want the story to end so I picked up where it left off minus the epilogue. Not sure how long it will be or where it is going. I don't own any

"I was going to ask you if you brought home a souvenir." Molly said dryly at the door. Henry and Jane pulled apart hastily looking slightly embarrassed although still holding hands. Neither wanted to break contact completely.

"Molly ummm this is Henry, Henry this is my best friend Molly." Jane said smiling brightly.

"A pleasure." Harry said finally breaking contact to extend his hand towards Molly. Molly just stared for a minute, the silence turning awkward quickly.

"Yeah, Hey Jane can I talk to you a minute" Molly said looking toward Janes room. Jane looked apologetically towards Henry and said "Be right back" as she followed Molly into her room. Once the door was closed Jane couldn't help but break out in giggles.

"Where did you pick him up Jane?" Molly asked. "Did you meet him at that place?"

"Actually he is the owners nephew and he was staying there while I was." Jane stated when she finally stopped giggling. Mollys eyes grew wide. "You brought home one of the actors? You really HAVE lost it!"

"He isn't an actor, well not a good one anyway. He actually is a history professor and I didn't bring him here he followed me." Jane said almost defensively.

"He followed you? How creepy is I walk in to find you making out with him!. He could be a predator Jane, you need to get rid of him FAST." Molly stated. "We can call the police if we need to".

"Molly I don't want to call the police and he isn't a predator. I know this is crazy but everything in my life is crazy isn't it? I like him...I think I may love him and he came here to tell me he feels the same way."

"Jane listen you yourself, he was paid to act like he likes you!" Molly said exasperated.

"Actually he wasn't ,I was paired with the gardener, crap copper package and all. My happily ever after turned out not to be so great there, but here, here I have a real chance with him." Jane said her eyes turning almost dream like. Molly looked at her doubtfully.

"Jane I don't like this, I mean what happens when he goes back home, I don't want to see you hurt again by something that is just a fantasy." Molly said.

"Just trust me," Jane said. "I need to see how this works out." Although in the back of her mind she started to wonder. What WOULD happen when he went back home.

Molly sighed, "I hope you know what your doing" she said doubtfully. "Come on hug it out" she added giving Jane a big hug. "Lets go see Mr. England, he might be robbing the place blind as we speak" Molly said half serious. As they headed towards the door she looked around for the first time. "Hey you cleaned out your stuff, good no reason to let him know how creepy you can be" She said laughing as they headed to the door.

******MEANWHILE IN THE LIVING ROOM

Henry paced the floor nervously. He had no doubt what Janes friend Molly was saying to her. How crazy she was to be allowing a complete stranger to follow her home from across the ocean. Telling her to get rid of him and quick. He couldn't help but worry. What if Molly convinced Jane to send him home. He felt like he had finally gotten through to her. Kissing her was magical. Made him feel alive, he couldn't imagine going home now without her returning this feeling. This feeling, love plain and simple no use denying it. When he said the words "I love you" during that horrendous play he realized in an instant he meant it. He never would have believed anyone could fall in love quickly. If you have asked him a month ago he would have told you that you were crazy.

He could hear the murmur of voices from behind the door but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He started to looking around the apartment. He didn't want to be caught prying but he couldn't help taking in his surroundings. In the corner next the Colin Firth cutout was a pile of dolls, china and a giant doll house. Looking back at Colin Firth he found a new worry. What if he couldn't live up to her expectations. He was after all no Mr Darcy. But no she said she wanted something real. He would have to believe that.

The rest of the apartment was moderately furnished but tasteful. A lot of Jane Austen DVD's were piled next to the TV and a half dead house plant in the corner. He started to wonder how attached to New York she was. Did she have family here? He really knew very little about her. Would she expect him to move here? He didn't relish telling his sister he was playing on uprooting and moving to the states. He was close to his family and didn't want to have to make that choice. It was unrealistic to expect that Jane would want to tell her family the she was moving to England either. Well one worry at a time Henry thought to himself. Let's make sure she doesn't kick you out and tell you to go back to England before we worry about anything else. He was broken from his train of thought with the bedroom door reopening. He took a deep breath and waited to hear his fate.