A/N: Yes, no. Yes, no. Yeeeeees... no. I've been pondering about placing this story ever since I came back from England, which was over a month ago... I don't know why, actually. Maybe because it's M-rated (which is not my cup of tea actually), because the plot is seriously strange, because I portray Jane like a heavy player since he basically cheats on Angela... I dunno. Didn't really feel positive about this story. But read this chapter, please, and let me know what you thought of it afterwards, in any form possible (reviews, follows, favs)!

I know I have two other stories running, but I'm stuck with that one, and since this story is already done, I thought that this was the best way of keeping the appearance that I'm doing fine.

Yes, so, about the M-rating: this chapter is not M-rated. I had a MAJOR sexual frustration when I was in England for a bit longer than two and a half weeks. I didn't have internet so I couldn't read new stories (most times I would read stories from the great Rothelena, but since I didn't have internet...) and so I came up with this to fix that frustration. Not that it helped much, but oh well...

Oh, and I'm only 17, still virgin, so I don't know if the little M-rated scenes in this story are realistic enough or not. So bear with me until I wait for the right one to come along to lose my virginity.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.


"Old lovers, new lovers"

June 27, 1981

"Patrick, do watch out," Mrs. Jane ordered her twelve-year-old son. The boy just shrugged.

"I'm twelve," he stated.

"Thanks for stating the obvious. I'm leaving now, at the end of the day, your father will come and get you. If he still remembers it then."

Patrick sighed, but nodded.

"Now go and have fun," Mrs. Jane said, and pushed him into the ring of the big circus tent.

It was a nice idea, to invite all the children from the city they were in to get a 'circus life workshop'. Of course it wasn't that interesting for Patrick since he was surrounded by that life every day, but he didn't have anything else to do.

He looked around, and saw a group of four kids. They were far too early, the workshop didn't start in another two hours.

The kids all had dark brown hair, and from what Patrick could see they all had green eyes.

Patrick sighed, and walked over to them.

"Hi. My name is Patrick," said Patrick. The only girl from the group looked at him, taking in his appearance from head to toe.

"Hi, I'm Teresa," she said, and reached out her hand. He got a smile on his face, and shook her hand. "These are James, Michael and Thomas."

Patrick smiled at them.

"Where're you from, Teresa?"

Teresa raised her eyebrows.

"From here. Chicago."

"Ah, of course."
"Yes, of course," she said, and they fell silent. Thomas looked up at her.

"How old are they?" asked Patrick.

"Why would you want to know? Besides, aren't you that boy who reads people's minds?"

"As a matter of fact, I am, yes. Impressed?"

"By you?" Teresa repeated, "in your dream, pal."

Patrick laughed, and raised his hands in defense. He opened his mouth to say something, when someone grabbed his hand. Surprised, he looked at the person next to him, and smiled.

"Teresa, brothers of Teresa," started Patrick, which made Teresa roll her eyes, "this is Angela, my... girlfriend."

Patrick smiled internally when he saw just a small pout on the brunette's face.

"Oh. Hello Angela. I'm Teresa," said Teresa. She was rewarded with a somewhat faked smile from the dark blonde girl, and Patrick cringed internally. Why was Angela nice when she and Patrick were alone, but not when she was with other people? Now it sometimes looked as though she was the wicked witch of the west.

"You coming, Patty?" Angela asked, while already pulling him with her. Patrick sighed, and nodded, squeezing her hand gently.

"I hope I'll be seeing you around more, Teresa. If not: Have fun today," said Patrick, and playfully bowed down. Teresa rolled her eyes, and Patrick smiled. He saw that this girl didn't fall easily for his charms, not like other girls would. Even though he was only twelve, he saw the way the other gender looked at him and when he met Angela, these looks quickly changed from admiring looks to jealous looks, mostly addressed to Angela.

Yet Teresa... he didn't know what to think of her.

He would figure out eventually.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Tessie! Tessie!" the unmistakable sound of Thomas' voice came, louder than Teresa had wanted him to scream. Everybody looked at her now, and her cheeks turned into a deep shade of red. "Look what I can do!"

Teresa smiled faintly at him as she watched him performing something he'd just learned.

"Why so shy?" a familiar voice sounded from behind her, and she rolled her eyes. Though she was glad the boy with the major ego distracted her – and the group of young, curious eyes looking at her.

She had seen the boy showing magic tricks a few minutes before, and he had winked at her. Winked! What an idiot.

"I'm not shy," she said, and turned around, "I just don't like being the center of attention."

Patrick raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that the definition of being shy?"

She shrugged.

"I wouldn't know the exact definition. I'm not a walking dictionary. All I know that I'm definitely not the definition."

Patrick nodded.

"So you have no problems with standing in front of big crowds?" asked Patrick. Teresa froze. Of course she couldn't stand in front of a big crowd. She would rather kill herself.

"Uhm... No, I have not," she said, and Patrick smiled.

"So I can ask if you'll perform with us tonight?"

Once again, Teresa froze. Yet when she saw Patrick's small smug grin, she knew she would give him what he wanted if she denied now – which was hearing that he was right – so she nodded.

"I would be honored." Her entire mind was scolding her. She shouldn't be doing this. She didn't function well in public places, especially when these people were all staring at her. "In fact, I would even allow you to choose something for me."

What!? Where did that come from? Now he would definitely get her killed. He would probably choose for the tigers, or worse, knife throwing.

"Very well," he said, and fell silent to think about something.

He then again got a smile on his face, one that was close between evil and excited. He raised his hand to point at something, and Teresa tilted her head to look too.

For the thousandth time, she froze. Because Patrick was pointing at the high rope.

"I... But..."

"You're not scared, are you?" asked Patrick. Teresa was too busy trying to come up with a (lame) excuse that she didn't see the sincere worry in his eyes.

She gave up thinking when the last thing she could think about was saying that she needed to look after her brothers. They both knew that the three were in perfect hands here.

She sighed, and looked at Patrick, who obviously had already noticed that he'd won.

"Of course not."

"Great! Look for Angela, she'll teach you how to walk on the rope."

Teresa sighed. This was so not a good idea.

-YulianaHenderson-

"Patrick Jane!"

Patrick froze. He put his most charming smile on his face, and turned around. He saw Angela approaching him, both her hands on her hips. Her eyes seemed to be shooting fire.

"Hey Ange," he said, and she raised one of her hands.

"That outsider girl, Teresa? She just came up to me. She wants to do the high rope."

Patrick feigned surprise and disgust.

"Really? Well that's-"

"Don't you act stupid, Patrick Jane. She told me that you told her that she could perform with us tonight. Since when do we do that?"

"Ange, just once."
"You said that last time too, with that girl that was almost three years older than you. Should I be jealous?"

"While you're busy trying to keep every girl away from me to prevent me from 'cheating', I saw how sad Teresa actually is."

Angela crossed her arms.
"Oh really. How sad?"

"You don't care about her." Angela huffed.
"Oh, and you do? Patrick, she's an outsider! You can't be a gentleman to every girl that comes here. You'll get yourself into big problems one day, let me guarantee you that."

Patrick wanted to defend himself, but he knew too how stubborn – and insecure – Angela actually was.

He pulled her towards him, his hands on her waist.
"There's no need in being jealous, Ange. You're amazing, I wouldn't dare to replace you," whispered Patrick, and he sweetly brushed his lips against hers. No tongue of course, Angela didn't like that.

-YulianaHenderson-

Patrick walked backstage, searching for Teresa when he bumped into Pete, one of Patrick's best friends at the circus.

"Patrick!" he exclaimed. Patrick sighed, and shook his head.
"Not now, Pete."

"Ah, in a hurry to speak to your girl?"

"Something like that, yes."

"Well, have fun with her," said Pete, and Patrick frowned. But then he realized the exact meaning of Pete's words, and smiled just a bit.

Angela and him were inseparable, moments where they weren't together were rare. That was why Pete thought that Patrick was looking for Angela.

Patrick smiled at the older boy, and continued his way.

He found Teresa between a few wooden boxes, her legs pulled tightly against her chest, her head on her knees.

Patrick sat down beside her.

"Scared?"

"No, I-" Teresa looked up at him, and all excuses were gone.

"Yes," she finally said, "I... I admire your offer, but I can't do this."
Patrick nodded.
"I'm not weak, or a coward. But... but this doesn't feel right for me."

He nodded again.

"I was actually joking when I pointed at that rope. But when you accepted..."

She smiled faintly.

"Care to go for a walk? Don't worry about your brothers, they're taken care of," he said, and he stood and offered her his hand.
"Sure."

-YulianaHenderson-

Though Patrick longed to get out of the carnival, he did like the cities they went to, and the always changing landscapes of the country.

He looked at Teresa, who had been silent for the entire walk up until now.

"Tell me, Teresa, why is it that your parents left you here? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything with it, but most kids that come here have parents that can't take care of them for the entire day-"

"My parents both work fulltime. They don't have time to look after me and my brothers."

"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be. It's not your fault.

They continued walking without speaking, but after a while, Patrick stopped, causing Teresa to stop too.

He looked into her eyes, and saw many different feelings. Sadness was obviously the most obvious one, but apart from that, you could also see tiredness. He guessed that she was tired of looking after her brothers entire days, while her parents were out to work. He hated these feelings, such a beautiful, young girl like Teresa herself shouldn't be feeling all these.

He then suddenly approached her, quickly so that Teresa couldn't step away, took her in his arms and crushed his lips down on hers. He felt her body tense a bit, before she finally gave in. He kept cupping her cheeks, keeping the kiss sweet and gentle like his kisses with Angela, until Teresa swung her arms around his neck and – somewhat awkwardly, he figured this was her first kiss, which really made this all the more special – probed her tongue against his lips. A spark ran through both of them when their tongues touched.

He had never felt anything like this when he kissed Angela. He pulled away – slightly breathless – to see a faint blush on her cheeks. She took a step backwards, and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I-" started Teresa, but Patrick shook his head.

"Don't be sorry, Teresa."
"But what about Angela?"
Patrick looked around, and raised his arms. "Do you see her here?"
She sighed.
"I'm serious, Patrick-"
"And I'm too."
He sighed, and grabbed her hand.
"I might look and act like a player or something, but I'm not. I really like you, Teresa. I mean, as in like-like."

He gently stroked her cheek, and he saw she shivered.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, Teresa."

Teresa's eyes widened. "What? No..."
"I'm afraid so."

He saw how genuinely sad she was about this news, so he pulled her against him.

"I know your name. When I'm back here, I'll come looking for you. I'll do everything I can to find you again, Teresa," he whispered. Teresa hesitated a bit, before clutching at his shirt as if for dear life.
"Teresa Lisbon. I won't forget that name."
"And I will not forget you, Patrick Jane."
"You'd better not," Patrick teased, but Teresa didn't laugh. He got serious again.
"I will wait for you, Teresa."


A/N: You know what I mean with 'player-Jane' now? I know, it's so unrealistic, yada yada... Just let me know if you want this continued or not :D.