Disclaimer: I'm not Libba Bray and feel bad that I couldn't come up with something cooler to say as a disclaimer.

A/N: I'm a naughty, naughty girl! I'm not really supposed to be doing fan fictions right now, but I hate science fair, and I really didn't want to do that right now, so I'm doing this instead. Okay, so a little background, this takes place sometime after Ann goes to be a governess. Tom doesn't know anything about where she is or what she is doing. This is just the prologue but there will be more, and this will have more then just Tom and Ann romance in it. They are the main couple but I will throw some Gemma love into this and maybe Felicity will get a little someping somping (not a typo met it that way) So now I'm going to stop telling everything before you read and give you the actual story.

Prologue

Tom sat in his chair by the fire.

Miss. Bradshaw is all he can think about these days. She had deceived him. She had been cruel to lead him on the way she did. Despite all the reasons he should hate her he couldn't get her out of his head.

There where others who thought she was plain and dull. Tom never felt that way about Miss. Bradshaw. Kind hearted, sweet, quiet, obedient Ann. She would never intentionally harm another human being.

At that moment Tom made up his mind. He didn't care that she had no money or prospects. That used to be all he could think about, but none of that seemed to matter now. All that mattered was that Miss. Bradshaw was happy and no one but him seemed to care about that.

This was so unlike him. It had hurt so much when he had found out she was not wealthy, or well to do. In the beginning, he had thought he would be able to move on, to forget, to find someone else. But as time wore on, the memory of their short time together had not faded, but intensified. He could not concentrate on work; all things meaning less without her there. He had to see her or he would never be able to focus.

Tom got up from his chair and began to pace. Where would she be? How could he find her? She was no longer at the Admiral Worthington's home, for the holidays were over, and she was most likely not welcome there anymore. Would she be at Spence with Gemma and Miss Worthington? Or somewhere else? He would send a letter to Gemma and make inquiries around town.

This was most unlike him. He was usually shallow and calculated ever decision before he acted on it. However, there was an overpowering force acting here. This force made smart people stupid and observant people blind; but in a way, an amazing and truly worthy force.

Tom runs over to the writing desk in the corner of the room. The sound of his pen on the paper is the only sound that can be heard.

Okay so what do you think? I'm don't think it's my best peace so far but I like the like the idea of it and I thought others would to. If you do like the idea you should add me to your alerts list. I'll update as fast as I can, but I've been swamped lately with swim teem (first meet's this Friday, wish me luck!) and science fair. The next chapter is my favorite that I've written so far, so, you should keep an eye out for it if you liked this. I love long reviews and a lot of them. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and I would love to get one from everyone who reads this, even the people who don't have an account on this site. Weirdly enough, I also love the really nit-picky ones. You know what, just because I can, I'm not going to update until I get three reviews. So until my third review…

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