The large house was quiet when Tiana finally made it back from Eudora's home. She had cried into Eugenia's arms throughout the entire night after she told her the truth about Vincent and the reasons for her absence. Never had she wanted to stay at her mother's so badly, but she knew that it was best that she went home, she hoped desperately that he was still out with his friends. Tiana slowly entered the dim house and carefully eased her way up the stairs and into the bedroom where she saw her husband sleeping. She was actually surprised to find him there, bare chested, his chest gently rising from breathing.

She stood there for a moment in silence, a million emotions throughout her body. She was numb, standing there in the darkness. Thinking.

Never in a lifetime would she have thought that he, the man she used to love, had been the one to murder her first love...her father. She remembered shaking violently as Eugenia tried to hold her down, calming her down with soothing childhood songs, wiping her face with a cool damp cloth.

"No..it can't be true."

Her body was still in shock, and she knew that she had no business at this house again...but something just drew her back.

Tiana eased back into the hallway, where she remembered he kept a spare gun in an empty shoebox in the linen closet. He hadn't told her it was there, she found it accidentally while cleaning one day, just as she found other things she didn't want to see.

She reached up high and quietly opened the plain white box, revealing the silver weapon glistening in the night. Tiana rubbed her hand over the gun, feeling the power the weapon somewhat gave her. Growing up, she hated guns...they simply scared her. But at this moment, fear wasn't even close to what she was feeling.

Tiana crept back into the bedroom, standing at the doorway once more before making her way towards his side of the bed. She was surprised that he didn't wake up yet, for he was a very light sleeper. She figured the alcohol he had knocked him out cold.

Slowly, she climbed on the bed, sitting on him and on impulse aimed the gun directly at his head. She quickly closed her eyes, pulling the trigger. Tiana wanted him dead.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed waking up from a drunken slumber

Click. Tiana pulled the trigger once more only to realize that it wasn't loaded. She wanted to scream.

Shit.

"Tiana is that you?" he asked as he turned on his side lamp, she hid the weapon under a pillow before he could react to it.

She looked dumbfounded, as she was still sitting on top of him. "Yes it's me."

"Well get off me!" he said irritated "You must weigh at least two hundred pounds! You are going on a diet as soon as the baby's born!"

She sighed as she climbed off of him, as she watched him leave the room as she uncovered the gun. Tiana could feel her body shaking at what she almost did as she placed her hand over her chest.

Lord help me she thought


Naveen slowly rose up from his bed as he stretched walking to the bathroom for a shower. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, with his constant thoughts of Tiana driving him mad, as well as his neighbor's New Year's Eve party that kept him up all throughout the night. He quickly showered and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and put on some trousers and a shirt before realizing that it was now early January in New York. He groaned before also adding another shirt before putting on a brown trench coat, gloves, scarf, and his favorite cabbie hat before walking out the door.

He inhaled the crisp winter air as he glanced around his new property. It was ridden with lots of snow, but thankfully he had shoveled the pathway well the other night before it had gotten too bad. Naveen had rented out a cottage in the village of West Egg on Long Island almost an hour away from the city.

Renting the small home took the last of the money that his father had given to him before banishing him from the kingdom, and after he realized that money was getting tight, he went out and searched for a job. He was lucky enough to snag a position at the famous Cotton Club as a ukulele player. He had wanted it to be that way, due to the level of mobsters and bootleggers that inhabited the city, and he wanted to be far away from whatever Al Capone and his men planned for their revenge on him. He was to stay in New York until he was sure that everything calmed down a bit.

The prince glanced up at his neighbor's grand home, a lavish mansion that sat near the body of water that separated them from old money East Egg. He shook his head as he watched the team of servants scrambling to clean up the residue in the front from last night's party. It had to have been one to remember for so much trash to have build up.

A part of him had wanted to be invited, he was still a wild one at heart, but Tiana changed that about him in a way for the better. Although, he did remember a fellow, who he bought the small home from, told him that this certain neighbor never invited anyone to his parties...they just...showed up.

"Here are your keys sir, and welcome to West Egg!" said the man as he stood up to leave.

"Thanks." said Naveen as he looked out the window to the mansion, "Do you know who lives there?" he wanted to make sure he wasn't near anyone he wasn't supposed to.

The man looked over "Oh, that's the Gatsby estate, owned by Jay Gatsby himself. A millionaire...He has a party almost every night!"

Naveen raised his eyebrows in curiosity "Does he really?" the prince thought he had everyone beat when it came to throwing parties.

"Sure does!" he said as his voice got lower "Although...no one has actually ever seen him...or been given an invitation!"

That really made him interested, "So, how do they know when he's hosting one? Have you been inside?"

The man shook his head "I don't know...everyone just kinda knows...they just show up? Oh no I'd never step foot inside, I've heard stories about him and that big mansion...I'm not the partying type anyway."

"Oh, well thanks for everything…" said Naveen as the man walked out to his car… "Hey what's your name again?"

The black haired man hopped in his car before answering, "Nick Carraway."

The man had been right about the extravagant parties every night too. When he first moved in during Autumn, it nearly drove him to the brink of insanity, simply because he wanted to see what the excitement was about. He often fought with the idea of introducing himself to his mysterious neighbor, but never went through with it.

He sighed as he looked up at the highest window on the mansion when he thought he saw someone pull the curtain back, staring at him. Naveen blinked trying to figure out if he was just seeing things. 'Was that him?' he thought. He ignored it, and made sure that his scarf was wrapped around him tightly before finally walking over to his bright red car. The prince was invited over to the Buchanan estate just across the bay in East Egg for brunch.

She was just as surprised to see him strolling in the local park that day, just as he was. He and Daisy met each other in London during the Governor's Ball a couple years back when she was a debutante. Naveen hadn't seen her since then, and he actually missed her and truly just saw her as a friend instead of someone he just wanted to sleep with, plus he didn't have many female friends.

He pulled up in the arched driveway of the grand home, as two valets appeared one to greet him, and another to park his car. 'Oh how I miss that.' he thought as he rang the doorbell.

A black butler answered "Good morning, follow me." he said leading Naveen into a beautiful parlor room. Naveen was caught off guard when he saw the all-white room filled with floating white window curtains dancing everywhere.

The team of servants quickly closed the tall french doors, causing the fairy-like curtains to seize their flying. Suddenly, a blonde woman peeked her head over the cream colored settee that she was laying on, staring at the prince for a moment.

"Is that you my love?" she joked smiling over at him

Naveen chuckled "Weren't you cold with all of those windows open like that?"

She shrugged her dainty shoulders, looking at him up and down "Do they miss me in London?"

He thought for a second "Yes, at least a dozen people send their love."

"How gorgeous." she said sadly looking down at the floor

"They're absolutely in mourning." Naveen continued "They're crying…"

"I don't believe you!"

"...Wailing, screaming, shouting! Saying, Daisy Buchanan we can't live without you!"

The blonde smiled reaching her hand out to him, "I'm paralyzed with happiness!"

Naveen took her hand, but Daisy had another idea in mind by pulling him over the settee with him falling onto the floor, laughing in the process.

She sat up, staring at him on the floor "Jordan Baker, a very famous golfer." she said introducing him to her friend.

He stood up nodding her way, he didn't even know she was in the room "Ah yes, I've seen your face on the cover of Sporting Life." he held out his hand for her to shake it "I'm Naveen-"

The short haired, very pale brunette ignored his introduction and stood up from the settee, stretching. "I've been sitting on that sofa for as long as I can remember."

Daisy hurriedly left the settee, placing her hands on Jordan's shoulders "This summer I'll sort of fling you two together...I'll push you two into linen closets and off to sea in boats!" she rambled excitedly

"I'm not listening to a word." said Jordan

Naveen lifted an eyebrow, hoping that Daisy didn't get the wrong idea. He still had Tiana to get back to. "Now Daisy-"

"Who is this?"

Everyone turned their heads towards the doorway to see Tom standing looking confused at Naveen. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?"

Daisy quickly went over to her husband "Tom darling, this is my good friend Prince Naveen...I told you I invited him over for morning brunch remember?"

"Prince? Prince of what country?" Tom gruffed

"Portugal." answered Naveen

"You didn't tell me he was…" he stopped when he couldn't figure out his ethnicity "What in the hell are you anyway?"

"Tom!" said Daisy, clearly embarrassed

But Naveen wasn't intimidated at all by the man "As a matter of fact I'm a plethora of different races." he joked looking over at Daisy "But as for right now I'll just claim one...to keep things simple."

Tom huffed as he went over to the bar.

"I'm so sorry." she said looking up at him "He's not used to being around...people of color." she whispered.

Naveen didn't think nothing of it. "Eh, I've heard worse in New Orleans."

But Tom heard her "Daisy don't be silly! I'm around colored people all the time! Just look at our servants, all Negro!"

"So Daisy tells us that you're over in West Egg." Jordan interjected, practicing her golf swing

Tom fixed himself a glass of scotch before walking towards Naveen. "That's right! So are you consorting with those social climbing, primitive, new money types?"

Naveen smirked at the man's arrogance, he really didn't bother him at all. His father had more money than he and Gatsby combined.

"My little home is just a cardboard box at eighty a month." he bantered

"Your new life is adorable!" smiled Daisy

"I know somebody in West Egg." the brunette said walking towards one of the tall french windows

Naveen glanced her way "I don't know a single person that side of the bay."

Jordan turned his way, with her golf club still in hand, "You must know Gatsby!"

Daisy's breath stiffened when she heard that name "Gatsby?" she said holding a glass of limeade in her hand "What Gatsby?"

Naveen looked over at her questionably.

"Madame!" said a butler, causing Daisy to look his way "Brunch is now served!" he said gesturing towards the tall french windows, which were opened by more servants causing the white curtains to float in the parlor room once more.


"What brings you to New York state, Naveen?" inquired Daisy taking a sip of tea.

"I was in Louisiana last summer on holiday." said Naveen as a servant cleared his plate from the table. "So, why not spend winter in New York?" he said matter-of-factly

Daisy sighed, "Oh New Orleans! I've been trying to get Tom to purchase us a house in the Garden District when I get homesick for the South." she batted her eyelashes "You know that I'm a southern girl at heart...always will be."

Tom cleared his throat "I'm sure you left Louisville for a reason sweetheart."

"And I wish I could visit sometimes." she hinted to her husband

"For what?" he said frowning "So that your mother can continue to suffocate us? No."

"Then let's at least take a trip to New Orleans one day!" pleaded Daisy "I have friends there!"

Naveen was curious "What are their names?"

"Winifred Phillips and Charlotte LaBouff!" she said "We were all introduced into society the same year!"

The prince almost spit out his drink, he remembered her showing up at Tiana's home when she hurt herself that time. "I know her..well I know of her." he corrected

"Small world." said Jordan nonchalantly

Daisy's mouth flew open "That is just the strangest thing!" she said nearly bursting with joy "I must visit very soon, when are you going back?"

"Well I'm in the need of a good cigar." said Tom standing up from the table, clearly uninterested in the conversation "Nice meeting you Nathan."

"Naveen." he corrected

"Tom it's barely eleven-thirty, do you really need to smoke this time of day?" asked Daisy

"I can smoke whenever I damn well please!" the man exclaimed as he called for a butler "Please don't question my actions dear."

Jordan got up "I have to make a phone call."

Daisy was silent as they left. She actually looked somewhat defeated, and she never let anyone crush her spirit. Naveen wondered how she ended up with someone like him.

"I apologize for my husband." the blonde said standing up as a butler helped her with her fur coat "He can be a bit overbearing at times."

Naveen shook his head "I'm alright, it's good to know that you're still true to yourself."

She smiled as she led them out to a sitting area outside that was close to the bay, there was a large fire pit in the center to keep warm "So.. do you have anyone to come home to Naveen? I know that you keep a girl on your arm."

He sighed thinking about Tiana and their complicated relationship. "Actually, I do...but it's a very strained situation."

"Oh do tell!" she said wanting to know every detail about her friend's new lover "Is she a royal?"

"No.."

"Daughter of an aristocrat?"

"No.."

"Heiress?"

"I don't think so.."

"Socialite?"

"Uh.."

"I would have never thought that my stubborn, image-obsessed friend would ever fall for a plain Jane!"

"Oh..Tiana is far from plain…" he defended "She's light, she's my sun, she's my heart...everything that I've ever wanted in a woman."

Daisy placed her hands over her mouth in shock "Tiana...what a beautiful name. Oh Naveen's in love!"

"I am.." he admitted. Naveen wanted to kick himself that he mentioned her name, it wasn't that he wanted to keep her a secret, she just wanted her to be protected.

"I hear wedding bells! I am invited to the wedding right?" she joked

"Where was my invite to yours?" he quipped

"Oh my itty bitty nuptials were nothing. Just my family. Only friend I could have was Jordan." she said pulling her fur closer to her body "Maybe for the people of Louisville it was special...but a royal wedding, yes that will be grand!"

"If you say so." he said thinking "Everything seems to be falling apart for me right now."

Daisy laughed a little "Oh Naveen."

He raised an eyebrow "What's funny?"

"It's just, well you see I just think everything's terrible anyhow."

"Really?"

"Yes." she said standing up "I've been everywhere, and seen everything, and done everything…"

He listened as he followed her over to where she was standing.

"...I've had a very bad time Naveen. I'm pretty cynical about everything."

"Your daughter. I suppose she talks and eats and everything?" he asked remembering the photos she sent him.

She stretched her arms up in the air, turning towards him "Pammy? Oh yes…" she said holding back tears "Listen Naveen, when she was born, Tom was God knows where…" she turned to look back at the window to make sure he wasn't listening "...With God knows who."

He listened on.

"And I asked the nurse if it was a boy or a girl." she sighed "And she said it was a girl...and I wept. I'm glad it's a girl."

"And I hope she'll be a fool...that's the best thing a girl in this world can be. A beautiful little fool."

Naveen was silent as he witnessed his friend hoping that her child be that way. He didn't know what to say as he watched her eyes linger on the bay out in front of them.

"All the bright, precious things fade so fast...and they don't come back." she said sorrowfully


A/N: Hi guys! I was so excited to do this tiny little crossover between PATF and The Great Gatsby! Plus THREE new updates! Yay! I totally love the 1920s era and I decided that this mash-up would be perfect for the story! Both are my favorite movies so I imagined how it would be if Naveen knew one of the Buchanan's instead of Nick Carraway in the book and movie. I borrowed lines from the movie because I want the storyline to be similar between Naveen and Gatsby (If you've read the book you know what I mean)...except it's with a slight twist from the original...okay I've revealed enough! Continue reading! Thanks for the lovely reviews, follows, and favorites!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from PATF or The Great Gatsby. All rights belong to Disney and F. Scott Fitzgerald.