Thanks for the reading and reviews! Sorry about the first chapter mistakenly having "Chapter 2" in the middle. I decided to start Chapter 2 a little further off and forgot to fix it in the document.

Here is the REAL chapter 2 though...

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

Chapter 2:

Prue soon found out that her new boss was wrong when he assumed that the ladies working for him would help her. Instead, nasty rumours started following her – rumours concerning her boss. Even though in her time, these types of rumours would not do harm, Prue knew that in the 19th century it could cause big trouble. Not only for her, but for the man who took pity on her too.

"You shouldn't listen to the rumours. No one would believe anything bad about Monsieur Madeleine."

Prue looked up when the soft voice spoke next to her and smiled at Fantine. Both deemed outsiders by the rest of the women, they two had quickly become good friends.

She sighed deeply.

"I know. I am just afraid that he will hear it and think that I was the one who started it."

Fantine smiled sourly.

"Oh, believe me… these women would never allow that to reach the ears of Monsieur Madeleine. Not even through the foreman."

Prue smiled, glancing up at the apartment where Monsieur Madeleine lived.

"I hope not. He was so good to me."

Fantine tried to hide a small smile.

"So… is there any truth in it?"

"What do you mean?"

The taller woman shrugged.

"Did he really find you on the street and brought you back to his home?"

"That part is true."

Prue smiled gently. She was extremely grateful for his kindness and would be so forever more.

"He was such a gentleman. He slept in the foyer while I had to sleep in his room."

"You like him, don't you?"

Prue nodded slowly.

"Of course. He saved my life."

"That's not what I meant."

Blood rushed to Prue's cheeks.

"I don't think it would be wise to be interested in him. He's practically perfect, but… I'll have to go home soon. Besides, he's the mayor and owner of the factory. He'd never look at me twice!"

Fantine laughed and lowered her voice to prevent the other women from hearing.

"Then you have not seen the way he looks at you, have you?"

Prue blushed again, her heart jumping."

"No… It can't be, I… it must be your imagination. Besides they…"

She looked up and gestured to the other women. Her heart nearly stopped when a large pile of beads fell to the floor, breaking into a million pieces.

Anguished screams filled the room and Prue let her hands fall to her sides limply.

It was not possible!

She had tried channelling her magic, tried calling it to her. She had even tried calling Leo before realising that he possibly wasn't a whitelighter yet. He was probably not even born yet.

If she was meant to return to her time, why would her powers come to her in this time?

It was chaos in the factory, that was evident the second Jean Valjean descended the stairs to see what the screaming was about. He sighed deeply upon noticing the broken beads on the floor.

"What happened here, ladies?"

It was Fantine who answered, glancing at Prue first.

"We… we have no idea, Monsieur. No one touched it. It just fell over."

Jean nodded slowly. Perhaps there was a weak spot on the stand.

"See to it that it is cleaned up as soon as possible, please. I will let Monsieur Le'Grant know that his beads will not be ready on time. I am sure he will understand."

His eyes fell on Prue where she stood, her body trembling slightly.

"Madamoiselle Halliwell… Could I see you in my office, please?"

Fantine smiled as she noticed the softness in his eyes when they fell on Prue. Perhaps neither of them noticed it, but it was obvious that there was some attraction between the two.

She realised that Monsieur Madeleine was a troubled man shortly after meeting him. She had no idea what it was that haunted him, but she truly hoped that it would not stand in the way of possible happiness.

Prue had truly blossomed ever since she started working for him. She was still very thin and looked almost elfish next to the other women, but her eyes started sparkling and he saw a radiant smile on her face often.

It was hard to keep his eyes off her and he had noticed that most men who passed her had that problem.

Jean shook his head quickly, shocked at his thoughts.

How could he think about a woman as though he had the right to be interested in them? He was an escaped convict and he knew that there were still people looking for him.

His identity put everyone in his life in danger. That was why he preferred being alone.

He could never let anyone in.

Prue shifted uncomfortably as she watched him. Monsieur Madeleine was staring off in the distance. It seemed as though he had forgotten about her being with him.

"Monsieur Madeleine?"

"Call me Jean."

The words were out before he even realized what he was saying. What was more shocking was the fact that there was not a single part of him that wanted to take them back.

"Call me Jean, Mademoiselle Halliwell."

Prue's heart skipped a beat. She had lived with Monsieur Madeleine for a month before he had given her a job and found her an apartment to live in. Another month – perhaps even more – had passed and in a sense, Prue felt as though she had become friends with him. Yet, before now, she had never deemed it appropriate to use his first name.

In the two months she has been here, Prue had found herself thinking less and less about going home. Some nagging suspicion told her that he was the reason for it. Monsieur Madeleine. The man with the gentle eyes and soothing voice.

Jean.

"Jean… I…. Well, only if you call me Prue."

Jean took a step forward and lifted her hand up to his lips.

"It would be a privilege… Prue."

Chills ran down her spine as his lips touched her hand. Just for now, she allowed the worrying thoughts of her magic returning and her life in San Francisco, rest in the back of her head.

Why couldn't she have met this man in her own time? He was perfect - not only did he have nearly every quality she had looked for in a man, but she could feel a strange connection between them. She knew exactly how picky she was. Her sisters never hesitated to point that out. She had a feeling that no one else would ever match up to him. Reality tugged at her heart.

As perfect as he may be, the situation was far from it. She could not possibly know how, but soon the connection between them would be broken and he would be nothing more than a memory.