Erik looked at the woman strangly. "What did you say?"

Tai turned and gave him a faint smile, though it could have just been his imagination. "Nothing that concerns you, monsieur." Her voice was almost a whisper. The woman looked frightened, he thought. All he could see was her mouth and those cold grey eyes.

"Tai, if something is wrong please tell me." He said gently, giving her what he hoped to be a sympathetic look. She shook her head, sending her hair flying. "No. You will find out soon enough. However, if I do not reapper after a few days have passed…read this." A folded piece of heavy paper appeared in her hand, as if by magic. It was sealed with silver wax. A dragon had been pressed into it, wings spread. Erik took it and looked at her.

"Do not open it unless I do not appear after three days. If the time comes, you will know what has happened to me." She made a gesture with her hand, and disappeared. A very odd woman, Erik though, very odd indeed.

XxXxXxXxX

"Thank you for the tour, Mr. Delereux. I hope to see you again soon." Jen said, smiling.

"You are very welcome, madamouselle." He replied, kissing her hand. Gabby snickered, and Jen shot a glare in her direction. Edward's friend Joseph smiled at the other girl, who quickly found her shoes more interesting.

"I was wondering," Joseph began, "If the two of you would enjoy coming to dinner with us. To get better aquanted." He looked at Jen and Gabby with a hopeful smile. Mostly Gabby.

"But of course…" Jen replied quickly, before realizing she had no money. "However, I have no money, as I just started here today…"

"It will be my treat." Edward told her. His brown eyes were so beautiful…Jen shook her head. "If you insist then. I should very much enjoy it. Let me grab my coat…" The percussionist dissiapeared behind the door, into the room she was sharing with Gabby. Her friend followed. "Edward likes you." She whispered.

"I noticed. But it seems you forget that the celloist seemed to have something for you. Or maybe you grew another head but…" Gabby glared. "Hahah…"

"I thought so." Jen rummaged through the closet, finally finding the black cloak. She shook her head. The irony. She found another and tossed it to Gabby. "Ready?"

"I suppose." They left the room and found the two men waiting. "If I may…" Edward said, taking Jen's arm. She smiled and let herself be lead outside. Behind her she heard Joseph say "Miss Morgan…" then concentrated on the path they were taking. She would need to know how to get around the Opera House. Jen speculated that it would take her quite some time to get used to the maze of corridors. She also looked for anything and everything that could hide a trap door. Finding none, she sighed.

"Are you tired?" Edward asked her. He looked worried. Jen smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm fine Eddy." He made a face at the name. Not disgusted or unhappy, simply confused.

"Eddy?" He asked. She grinned. "Sorry…I hope you don't mind…I like to come up with nicknames for people." Edward smiled in reply, then laughed with her. "Not at all."

"Good. Then you shall be called Eddy. So, Eddy…tell me about you. If we are going to be spending hours together in the orchestra pit, we might as well know how to keep from killing one another."

"Alright, Miss Jen. I-"

"Tis Jen. Just Jen, not Miss Jen." She corrected him.

"Je desole, Jen." A quick glance to see if she had understood, then he continued. "I am fairly easy to get along with, or I believe so. Not much upsets me. I have worked here for the past two years. My father was the first chair violinist and told the maestro of my talents and I was allowed to play in one of the Operas. Ever since then I have worked here. My mother wanted me to become a doctor." He chuckled. Jen laughed as well.

"You don't strike me as the doctor type of person." She told him. God, the man was handsome. He was taller than her by a good four inches or so, fairly thin but she could tell he was strong. Shaggy brown hair seemed to fall into his chocolate colored eyes. And his smile…Jen could not help but smile back. Suddenly she remembered, almost as if someone had kicked the thought back into her, that she was in the Opera Populaire. Which meant that Erik was there. She could not let herself fall for Eddy.

"That is what my father said." He replied with a smile. Both laughed softly. Soon they were at a door, and the couple stopped to let Gabby and Joseph catch up. Or Morg and Joseph as she was calling herself now. They were laughing, Jen could hear her friend at the other end of the hall. Gabby had never been a quiet person…

Once the other couple reached the doorway they stepped through the door, leaving the comfortable building for the cold, drizzly evening. Jen pulled her cloak closer to avoid the rain as much as the cold. The two men lead them to a restaurant and they entered. A smiling waitress lead them to a table. Jen took a menu to order, then realized that it was in French. She wished she had been able to finish highschool before being mysteriously sent back- her French thus far was only a semester and a half.

"Need help?" Those warm brown eyes were smiling. She nodded. "Afraid I do. I am afraid I am a rather stupid American."

"No you are not. You just do not speak French yet. I will help you."

"Thank you. Now, can you read off the menu for me?" Edward smiled and complied.

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Edward looked up at the ceiling of his room and smiled. He could not sleep. All he could do was think about Jen. She was…amazing. He had never met anyone like her. Or Gabby.

The evening had gone splendidly. Both of the new musicians had seemed to enjoy themselves. There had been much laughter from all four. His close friend also seemed drawn to Morg. Perhaps something more would come of the friendships.

Jen. What a strange name. He had never heard anything like it. Nor had he seen anyone so beautiful. Perhapes he was blinded by love, but he could care less. He wondered if all American women were like her. If they were, he should tell all his bachelor friends to travel over there. Her blue-grey eyes, her short-cut brown hair. She was naturally pale but also had enough color in her face to make it pretty. Jen. He felt as if he could fly.

Edward had never believed in love at first sight, but he could not help but feel as if it had found him. And the best part was, he would be able to spend hours with her, as she was now his assistant. Much better than William had been. Much prettier too.

"Enjoy yourself?" Edward turned to find the strange woman who had led him to Jen sitting in the chair in the corner. He blinked, how had she gotten there?"

"Yes. I want to thank you. Jen is amazing."

"I thought you might like her." A knowing smirk appeared on the woman's face. Edward didn't like it. She was arrogant, too sure of herself. "You have yet to tell me your name." His voice became colder.

"As I told you before- names are not important." She replied simply. "What are you hiding?"

"Hiding? Nothing."

"Then why will you not tell me?" Those brown eyes could also be hard as rock, Tai mused. "Fine, if you simply must know, I am called Tai."

"Tai?"

"You asked, and I told." She told him. "Now, listen carefully…" Edward felt something surrounded him, keeping him bound to the spot he sat in. He knew that he couldn't have done anything else if he had tried. So he sat there, taking in every word.

AN: Sorry bout the delay…as you might know I am also working on an Eragon fanfic with a friend of mine, so I have to write chapters for both. Not to mention have I have been spending a lot of my time painting in photoshop. I am trying to get 1 chapter up a week though. Hope you enjoyed this.

Review Replies:

Mikohatome- well…she sorta is…I guess, lol. I like hyper! I wish I was hyper right now, lol…and thanks for reviewing.

MJ MOD- HAHAH! I AM INSANE…and yeah, Tai is insane too…cursed? Maybe…