Broken Faith
Disclaimer: What do I own? That would be nothing but Henri. And Elizabeth's lovely seaside cottage.
OC/E, J/E, W/E, N/E
Chapter 12: Interlude
"Ah, Lisette." Henri kissed her hand. "I am sorry I am late. Business, you know."
"No trouble." Elizabeth said gaily, almost too gaily.
"Shall we go into the dining room?" Henri gestured toward the room and offered Elizabeth his arm. She looped her arm through his and let him lead her into the room.
"What are we feasting on tonight?" Henri asked when they were both seated.
"It's a surprise." Elizabeth said, scooting her chair back, waving Henri off. "I still don't have servants, so I have to serve myself. I'll be right back." And she walked back to the kitchen. She was surprised to see Jack still sitting there.
"Jack!" she hissed. Jack raised his head from its resting place on the table to cast her a glance. "What are you doing here?"
"Sleeping." He said matter of factly.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes upward, as though taking up his presence with the deity above. "Get out of here!"
"I can't go out the front, dear Henri would see me." Jack said, rather nastily.
"Fine." Elizabeth said through clenched teeth. "Go into my bedroom."
Jack raised an eyebrow, a familiar glint coming into his eyes "Is that entirely proper, Lizzie love?"
"Just. Go." She hissed. Jack nodded his head at her and started to walk out the door. Elizabeth ran to him and dragged him away. "Not that door! That one leads straight to the dining room!"
Jack turned to face her, a smile gracing his lips, though it was a sad smile, and not one that was reflected in his eyes. "Knew that, love." He said as he walked toward the other door, passing though noiselessly toward the deserted bedroom.
Elizabeth sighed in relief, pushed an invisible hair back off her forehead, and went about the task she had come into the kitchen for in the first place.
A/N: Several short chapters, I know, but that's how it worked out. Besides, Henri would have ruined the whole thing if he'd shown up again.