Alright. I feel the need for some fanfiction. I'm doing my best with this and yes, this first bit is short, but only because it is the prologue. It'll get better. I promise. D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own "The Da Vinci Code" nor an of the people, places, or objects mentioned in it. There a few characters I do own, but they are of my own creation. Steal them and Silas will steal your pants. o.o

Sometimes, Robert Langdon decided, keeping one of the world's greatest secrets a secret was a more difficult task than one would imagine. It had been a little over a year since the outlandish journey he'd shared with one Sophie Neveu. He smiled suddenly to himself at her name...a lot could happen in a year. She'd become so close to her brother and grandmother that you'd never guess they'd been separated at all. And as for the two of them...

"Could I look at that one please?" he asked.

"Certainly," the man behind the counter answered in a nasally French accent.

He looked the item over a moment and decided it was perfect. Though it was simple, it was beautiful none-the-less. Smiling broadly, he paid for it and strolled out, appreciating the weight of it in his pocket. He'd never been this determined or excited in his life, he thought to himself. Tonight could be the greatest night in his life...or possibly the worst. He paled visibly at the thought of the latter.

His French was...a little shaky, but he'd been practicing a few phrases all week in preparation for this night. Before getting ready for dinner that night, he decided to stop by the Louvre. Getting a smile from the security guard, the same that had him lying spread eagle on the floor of the museum a year ago, he passed through the crowded halls, stopping at the Mona Lisa. There were a few other people in the room, but he felt as though it was just him and the woman with the most enigmatic smile in the world.

You never fail to surprise, do you? What a secret you've been keeping...How amusing it must have been for you, watching men waste away their lives without even scraping the surface of the mystery!

Nodding appreciatively, he moved on to La Pyramid Inversée, but looking down rather than up as most would. This very spot had been the end of their quest. He knew that, just below him, was the Holy Grail. It amazed him how people walked around him, parting like the river current does around a rock, that they knew not of what was below them. Nor would they ever know. Paying his respects, he exited the museum, heading back to Sophie's apartment to get ready for that night.

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Sophie laughed a little louder than was appropriate for the restaurant they were in and, noticing this, smothered it down to suppressed giggles. Apparently there had been a long time "game" going on in her department, where someone would post a code on the notice board. Those lucky enough to decipher it, usually were met with some kind of humorous joke. They didn't now who was posting them, but the head of the department was furious. He watched her as she laughed, finding himself smiling as well. She looked up, tilting her head to the side.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"No. No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking...about us," he said, hoping his voice was steady and sure.

"I've been doing some thinking as well," she said, tracing her finger around the rim of her wine glass.

"I've been happy with you, Sophie. Happier than I've ever been, I think. And you're the only person who's ever made me feel this way. Sophie..." he said, moving from his seat. He knelt in front of her, producing the case holding the ring. "Volonté vous m'épousez?"

He hoped he'd gotten that right...He heard a few whistles, as well as some clapping and hooting from other tables, and felt his face flush with embarrassment. Sophie stared at him for a moment, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. The whole restaurant seemed to have gone silent. A waiter was apparently unaware as the wine he poured overflowed from the glass he was pouring into. The man who had been drinking from the glass was apparently unaware as well, as the overflowing wine spilled off the table and onto his lap.

Robert felt himself growing nervous. She wasn't answering. Had he jumped the gun? She was standing now, a hand covering her mouth, looking close to tears. To his horror, she shook her head.

"Non," she said, her voice sounding choked with emotion. "Robert, I can't marry you. Je suis désolé."

Robert Langdon felt as though his heart had broken into a hundred pieces as Sophie ran from the restaurant, leaving him kneeling at their empty table. He was vaguely aware of someone patting him on the shoulder, offering him their condolences. Even though his mind told him the room was crowded with people who were trying to go back to their meals, his heart told him he was woefully, painfully alone.

I'm so mean to Robbie. -pets- I know this was short, but it's just the prologue. I promise the first chapter will be longer and far more interesting. Trust me.