WARNING: This fic is totally insane! It comes from the minds of me and my crazy friends convos, texts, andmessages. I know the title is What happens in Paris, stays in Paris, but it starts in New York. It will get to Paris eventually, so just wait. Now sit back relax and enjoy the reading.

I own nothing these characters are all creations of Libba Bray's.

P.S. My spelling is not the greatest.

Dearest Fee,

How is Paris? R45thyjuvgfrcdxs yes...sorry, i had a vision. I am doing fine here in New York. I have met someone. His name is Parker. I must say, I am very happy. Oh, I've no idea what to write. There is so much to say. I do miss you terribly. It's been two years since I have visited you. I think I shall visit soon, if you'd like. Have you had any contact with Ann? She hasn't written me once and I would like to know how her acting is going. I've been looking in the papers for her name, but I dont think she will be coming here very soon, but I assume she is very busy. Well, I do think I must go. Parker is calling me. We are going out for dinner. I hope to see you soon, Fee.

Your Friend,

Gemma Doyle

There, I sigh. Thats that. I will go to the post office and send it to Fee. I do wonder if she has met anybody in Paris. I'm sure she'll be no match to my Parker but as long as Fee is happy. I stand from my desk and walk over to my full mirror. I look at myself turning this way and that admiring my reflection.

"Oh why yes Parker I will marry you." I say aloud.

"Oh really you will?" I heard a voice from behind me. I spin around to see Parker standing in the door way, with a smirk on his face. I feel my face turn a beet red.

"I was just...uh." I stutter. I can't help but remember this same situation two years before in my room at Spence, although it was a tad different...last time it was with Kartik. I must say I must be some sort of magnet to people who are "beneath me." Parker is an Irish Catholic. His red hair makes him stand out like a sore thumb, though I am no stranger to that.

"Just?" he asks

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I wanted to surprise you." He said

"Well you certainly did."

He walked over to me and played with one of the curls in my hair. A sort of shiver ran down my spine, and I blushed. He let go of the curl and turned around, his back to me.

"Gemma, get dressed. I'm going to take you somewhere special."

I went to my armoire.

"Oh, and wear something warm. It's quite chilly outside."

Outside? I quickly dressed into something warm and rushed out to meet Parker. I started towards our carriage, but Parker took my hand and led me the other way. It was quite brisk for a walk, but I trusted Parker had something brilliant in mind.

We began toward Central Park. I take in the busy picture that is New York City. I've been here for two years now, but England is still fresh in my mind. Kartik too. In a way I feel bad for Parker, I dont believe I will ever love him as much as I loved Kartik.

Parker takes my hand. He can tell that something is troubling me, but he doesn't want to ask about it. I don't want him to know about Kartik, or the realms, or any of my past life. Not yet at least.

"Gemma. I need to tell you something."

I look around. We are standing in the middle of Central Park. There is something incredibly familiar about this place that I can't put my finger on. Then, it clicks.

"Oh, Parker. I can't believe it. This exact...oh."

We were standing in the exact same place where we first met. That fine and fateful day. I had been walking, and reading. Well, I was pretending to read. My mind was off somewhere beyond the story of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. I was thinking of Wendy's bunny, Mr. Darcy, and everything that happened in the realms. I longed to go back, but I didn't want...I don't know what it was that I didn't want. I was just afraid to go back.

"Gemma?" Parker's voice snaps me back to the present. "Gemma, I've been thinking and thinking about this, and there's just no easy way to say this."

Oh god. Oh no. He's going to break my heart in the same place that we started. He is going to say, "Gemma, I never want to see you again. I find that you are a strange, and queer young lady, and I don't want to shame my family. I have fallen in love with another, and I am leaving you tonight."

"Gemma? Oh, okay. Um. I'm going to come right out and say it. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to leave your side. I love you so much, Gemma."

"Oh, Parker. I love you too," I reply, dumbfounded.

"It all sounds terribly sappy, doesn't it? But its true. I love you," he said.

He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me closer.

"Parker," I whisper. But he doesn't seem to hear me. "Parker, please. Not here."

"I don't care."

And with that, he kisses me, and the rest of New York has faded away. I feel as if he and I are the only people in the world.

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Love, Fee, Gemma and Pip! (AKA Bee,Kay, and Dee)