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"Well little missy, Lawrence got out of jail, went into my parlour expectin' to find me there, and let's just say I sweet talked my friends on the other side into letting me go in exchange for the fat man. " said Facilier, grinning like a madman.

"But, Lawrence—he—you—" sputtered Tiana, like a stalled engine.

Facilier shook his head and chuckled. "The clumsy oaf broke a few things I had borrowed from my friends, causing em' to get mad. So, with a little encouragement from me, they decided that little ol' Larry would be more fun to mess around with than me, half dead as I was," he said. "So they took him in, spit me out, and here I am." He said standing up to his full intimidating height, smiling down at Tiana, who looked up at him with revulsion.

Naveen came out of the kitchen looking for Tiana.

"Tiana! One of the chefs accidentally cut his finger and won't stop cr—" he stopped short at the sight of his enemy that was supposedly gone forever, towering over Tiana.

Facilier saw the little diamond glitter in Tiana's small hand. He looked over at Naveen, and to his amusement, he was wearing a gold ring.

"Aw, you both got married? How sweet," he said mockingly.

Naveen walked over to Tiana. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, worried.

"I'm fine," she said, not looking at Naveen. "Now what do you want?" she asked Facilier testily.

He bent down so that his face was mere centimeters away from Tiana.

Tiana controlled the urge to back away and determinedly stared back into his violet eyes.

"Now Princess, why on earth would I let you know that?" he asked, chuckling quietly.

Naveen took a step forward, ready to defend Tiana if Facilier tried anything.

By now, everyone was staring in their direction.

"Then what exactly are you doing in my restaurant?" Tiana asked through gritted teeth.

Facilier threw his head back and started to laugh. "Why Princess, I just came in to let you know that the Shadowman is back in town!" he said with a wink. He took some purple powder out of his coat pocket and blew it, making a haze around him. When the powder settled, he was gone.

Everyone stared at the stony faced Tiana, waiting for her reaction.

"Someone clean this mess up," she said quietly, before walking off into the kitchen.


The town that Mia was in was a lively place, and she felt at home listening to the music she had listened to growing up.

But one thing she knew for sure. Wherever she was, it was very, very far back from 2015.

Mia's stomach rumbled loudly. She covered her stomach consciously, hoping no one heard. She saw a quaint little cafe just a street away.

She took out the few coins she had in her pocket and rolled them around in her fingers. She knew for sure that the coin would be different from what coin they had in this time. She wondered if she should go in and see the waitress' reaction to a 2015 Canadian two dollar coin.

Gah. There's no other way I'm going to find out, she thought, sighing as she walked down the street and through the doors.

She went and sat down at a table, head in her hands.

"Um, how may I help you miss?" asked a waitress. Mia looked up to see a waitress looking her over with a strange expression.

What is with these people? I'm just another person. There's nothing different about me...is there?

"Um, do you accept umm… these special Canadian coins?" Mia asked timidly, flashing the toonie at the woman, making sure the date was hidden under her fingers.

"Sorry miss, not in New Orleans we don't." she said, not unkindly.

New Orleans. She had wound up in New Orleans. It wasn't enough that she had ended up in the wrong place, it just had to be in a different country. She stared up at the woman, expressionless.

"Uh, miss...?" asked the waitress uncomfortably.

"Oh, sorry," said Mia shaking her head in confusion. "Well, I'd best be going. Good day to you," and with that she walked out of the cafe, leaving a very bewildered waitress behind.

New Orleans, New Orleans... she thought, the name going round and round in her head like a merry-go-round. She knew that she was far off track, but not this far.

Why couldn't she have ended up in New York, or even Montana? Somehow she had managed to end up in one of the most southern states in the US.

She started to walk back to where she thought the time machine was, only to find out after 10 minutes of aimless wandering, that she had no idea where she had left it, even with the picture of the alley she had.

"God, this is really not fair. It's even less fair than the time Cooper took away my permission for using the new equipment that had come in a couple of months ago, and that really wasn't fair." she said huffily, crossing her arms and looking up at the sky.

A few people walking past her tittered. She narrowed her eyes at them, and they quickly shuffled along.

She kicked a pebble in front of her, sighed, and started to walk down the street with no goal in mind.


Facilier breathed in the fresh air, something he hadn't been able to do for a long time. He stretched his legs underneath the table that he had set up on the sidewalk. On the side, he had purple and red signs with "Voodoo magic" and "Have your fortune told!" written on them, calling out to the naïve and to those new in town to be conned.

A gaggle of rich teenage girls came his way, talking and laughing. He smirked. Time to start the show.

"Ladies, ladies! Why don't you take a little rest from your evenin' stroll and find out what the future has in store for you?"

The women walked over, excited and intrigued, not even one with a shadow of suspicion upon her face. Facilier's shadow high fived his hand that was behind his back.

Hook, line and sinker.


"Ladies, ladies! Why don't you take a little rest from your evenin' stroll and find out what the future has in store for you?"

Mia turned around in the direction of the voice, and raised her eyebrows at the owner.

Standing across the street was the oddest man she had seen around town.

His prominent chin and high cheekbones would make his face stand out among the other even if he weren't so tall and peculiarly dressed. She found herself captivated yet wary of his violet eyes. She stared at the welcoming grin he gave the teenage herd. The gap between his two front teeth would have seemed charming, she thought, if his broad smile didn't seem so menacing.

He wore a top hat with a purple feather stuck on the side and had a purple glass topped cane in his hand, causing Mia's eyebrows to go farther up her forehead. He wore a tailcoat (Another sign I'm way far back in time, mused Mia) and trousers. Nothing odd about that. But the purple vest that he wore under his coat that exposed his brown abdomen certainly was.

No shirt? If he wanted attention, he sure got it, thought Mia, crossing her arms and wondering what "voodoo magic" he was going to conjure up.

"Mister, can you really tell us what our future is going to be?" asked an excited 16 year old.

"That and more," said the man, winking.

Mia rolled her eyes at the fake magician in front of her.

"Oh, did you hear that girls? He's going to tell us our future!" squealed the girl to her friends, making him cringe before quickly regaining his showman demeanor.

He opened his hand making sure all the girls could see and slowly closed it. When he opened it again, a deck of cards resided in his palm, eliciting oohs and aahs from the little group before him.

Sleight of hand, Mia thought shaking her head, but for some reason a tiny seed of doubt had planted itself snugly in her heart.

As the swindler asked them all one by one to pick three cards so he could tell them their past, present, and future, Mia noticed that his silhouette seemed to move about slightly, as if it wasn't really attached to him.

She narrowed her eyes at it, and it seemed to stop acting on its own accord.

Okay, I am obviously very hungry and can't think or see straight, thought Mia, irritated.

The yellow, orange and pink sky looked as if a child had playfully splashed paint across a canvas. She knew that the sun would be gone in a few minutes, and she would have nowhere to go. She may be in a different time, but one thing was still the same: if you're out at night alone, you're vulnerable.

She was so lost in her half woven plans of where to stay for the night and what to do, that she didn't notice a man walking right behind her, and when she turned they collided. She fell to the asphalt with a yelp.


Facilier finished telling the girls' their futures in 5 or so minutes.

Not a bad for the last batch of the day, he thought, smirking at the little stack of bills in front of him. Wealthy people, especially wealthy teenagers, didn't really know if they were giving too much money, and if they did, they didn't care.

He thought in disgust of the day he got a coin from conning a man, only to see Big Daddy Labouff drive by in his fancy car, giving a child a stack of bills for a newspaper.

"Ow!" Facilier looked up from his ill gotten earnings to see a young woman fall after running into a fat businessman. He was about to ignore the incident and pack up his stall when he looked carefully at the woman.

He started to laugh. The woman was wearing black canvas rubber soled shoes, fitting dark blue denim pants that only men wore in the poorer part of New Orleans, and a gray half sleeved shirt.

She blew her hair that was in cut in a boy like fashion, out of her gray eyes.

What's that woman doing, looking like that in New Orleans? He thought, eyebrows rising in quiet speculation.

"I—I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, I—" she stammered, but probably decided it was best to just help the man up. He took her hand and got up, and she nearly buckled under his weight.

He pushed her away from him and she slammed into a brick wall as he walked away. She rubbed her shoulder, trying to soothe the pain while glaring at the man who didn't seem to notice that he had sent her flying.

She may dress and cut her hair to look like a man, but she still has the femininity that every woman has, he thought chuckling.

She turned her head, and their eyes met.


She turned her head to see if anyone had been watching and was about to walk away with her wounded pride and shoulder when she made eye contact with the swindler.

She glowered at the chuckling man before walking off angrily.

"Bastard," she muttered as she walked, not sure if she meant the fake magician or the man she had slammed into, or both.

The sun had set and the stars were starting to appear. She had stopped at a little restaurant to use a restroom an hour ago, but wasn't able to buy anything due to her special coins.

She felt like crying. She had no way of getting back. No way of seeing James and the team, her mother, her friends, anyone she loved or cared for. She was even starting to miss Cooper, the skinny brilliant scientist with OCD who thought he was above all others.

She choked back the tears when she saw an alley.

"Maybe this is the one..?" she said softly, turning the corner. She was met with disappointment. There was a battered and rotting purple door with strange drawings on it leading to what looked like an empty building.

She was about to stomp out of the alley in frustration when she stopped to consider her situation.

She didn't have the machine, it was nighttime, and she needed a roof to take refuge under.

She looked hesitantly at the door. She took a deep breath and went up to the door, not noticing the sign above the door saying "Dr. Facilier's Parlour" because of the dark.

No ones in there, who on earth would be in there? No one, that's who, Mia reassured herself as she grasped the doorknob and opened the door, flinching when it made a squeak.

She stepped inside closed the door from behind her. It was pitch black, and she had to breathe deeply to keep from panicking and running away.

She had expected the air to be cold and drafty, but instead it was warm and electric.

She heard nothing, a sign of an abandoned building. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was very wrong about the air.

"Calm down, you're being crazy. There is absolutely no one in here except for you. And maybe a few rats. But yeah. Only you. So there is no reason for you to keep talking to yourself out loud like this just because you're scared. Anyhow, what kind of person would live in a place with a door like that? One that's creepy and eerie, that's who," Mia ranted under her breath, feeling safer with the sound of her voice.

"Why Mademoiselle, I take that insult to heart," said a velvety bass voice in mock grief, and Mia stumbled back, gasping.

The dark room suddenly shined bright with candles Mia covered her eyes, blinded.

She blinked quickly, putting her hands down and squinting at the silhouette of a tall man in front of her. Standing in front of her with a cane and a top hat on his head.

She didn't need to see anything else to know it was the voodoo man.

"You," she choked out, not sure if she was more horrified at her luck or at seeing him again.

All of a sudden, as if by itself, a lamp above their heads lit up, illuminating his features.

"A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier," said the man with a smile, taking off his hat, displaying a wild mass of black hair to Mia, who was unable to move.

She stared up at Facilier with only one thought in mind: God, have I got a bone to pick with you.


Heheh, there you have it! Mia and Facilier's first face-to-face. :)

Thank you Ridha, for making my day in French class. "TU AS COMMIS LA CRIME?!" I told you I'd put this up on my authors note, you can't blame me :P

Anyhoo, I know that Facilier's escape is quite obscure and vague, but he didn't really want to tell Tiana the details. You will however, find out the details later on in the story. Like How Facilier still—no I'm not that nice. You'll find out when I post up the chapters. Patience is key. :)

Reviews are the voodoo to my Facilier ;)