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Here is chapter two =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Becoming Jane or its characters and some lines from the movie.

And please remember, this is fan-fiction…not true to Jane's or Tom's real life.

******* (The first POV is not Toms! It's not anyone's really. After the break it's Tom's POV) *******

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The well built boxer eyed the blue eyed man in front of him. This would be an effortless fight, he thought and chuckled. There was no way the man in front of him could call himself a fighter, not in his tavern.

Bam!

He felt the blow of the man's fist in his stomach, and fell over onto the floor. "Come now, surely you have more in you. One blow could not have weakened you sir," the gentlemen spoke and pushed up his sleeves.

"Bloody fool," the boxer said and spit on the ground. He threw his own punch, and was punched back in his abdomen. The boxer had under estimated the gentleman, and was too tired from pervious fights to stand again.

"I thank you sir," the gentleman offered his hand and the group of onlookers laughed. Shame crept up on the boxer and he quickly left the circle and returned to the bar.

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"Well that was a good fight sir!" A woman put her hand on my back and smiled. The smell of alcohol was strong and I smiled at my admirers. What would my dear old uncle say if he could see me now? Nephew, you will never be the gentleman I wanted. Or maybe, how dare you disgrace me?

That did not matter to me, for my uncle had died not yet a year ago. I hated the man, no matter how much I had depended on him for a living. Even when I made my own way, I still was regularly put down during his lectures.

He constantly reminded me of obtaining a wife, and not a day did go by without his speeches. The thought of another woman was- but none of that mattered to me. Since I'd been separated from my Jane, I tried to think of no woman in such a way. I did wonder, was she happy? Had she remarried? I did not linger over the subject, for it was a memory I hated.

I slowly returned to the commotion around me and I felt lips against my neck. Quickly, I moved away from the drunken prostitute and took my leave.

No matter how much I wanted the company of a woman, I did not give in to any temptations. Jane's face would appear in my mind when I started to kiss one of them back, and it would always stop there.

When I was closer to door, I realized my coat was gone. Where had I put it? Cursing, I went back into the badly lit and rowdy bar to retrieve it. Where had it gone? I could not even remember what the time was when I entered the bar. Oh well, I could just leave. I needed to buy a new coat anyway, and some lucky man probably already stole it.

"Tom! My favorite mister is here." I turned to see Margaret. "How are you sir?" She wrapped her arm around my waist and I smiled. She was like many women around here, she was a scarlet woman.

"Actually I was just leaving, I'm sorry-"

"Don't worry sir; I'll get ya a drink on the house!" She smiled and winked at me and walked merrily away. I desperately wanted to leave but I could not.

She was back very soon and handed me a mug. "So, what was it you wanted to leave so early for?" Margaret leaned in close and her cleavage was exposed. I swallowed and question myself, why was I so nervous? "Come now Tom, I have not talked to ya in ages, I did miss you. What is it? Not enjoy' the tavern anymore? Are the women to ugly for your taste? But that's right, you don't come here for women, just for boxin,'" she laughed and I forced a smile on my face.

Shaking my head, I slowly undid her hold on my waist. "I won in the boxing fight tonight."

"Ah! What a shame I missed it. You're to good a boxer for any of 'em here! Who was it you beat?"

"The English fellow, the one with a scar across his face." I began to relax again and fell into easy conversation with her.

"He's a mighty good boxer, but what's this now! You defeated him even with all his fame and bragging. Yes, it was a shame I had not come sooner."

"Sooner? What kept you?" I asked trying to make conversation, but she blushed a deep red and I stiffened. The comfortable feeling was lost, and she leaned closer to my ear.

"My dear Tom, when will ya finally require my service?" Margaret whispered into my ear and I backed away. Jane's face flashed into my mind and I became rigid.

"No Margaret, like I had said before, I do not need anyone's service."

"Right," she said and disappeared into the crowd, after another man probably. I was still shocked at myself. I wanted to forget Jane as soon as I could, yet she would always appear when I had a decision regarding another woman.

Almost running, I left the bar and walked down the street at a very fast pace. How was it that I still remembered the dark haired beauty with a time period of five years? My love must have been strong, and the desire was just as strong as ever. Jane…

The cold wind blew at my face, and it was colder still without my coat. Now I wished I had found it, but trudged along. Winter was soon upon London, and that meant my birthday was soon as well. Another year would pass, which meant another year without Jane, and another year without love.

Anger poured through me as I thought about how I was alone. I was upset with myself. For my uncle was dead and I was unmarried, so why could I not go back and see her in Hampshire? The real reason was quite obvious, but I did not want to believe it.

Truthfully, I was afraid that she had found another man. And I was afraid that she had forgotten me. I would look quite dim-witted to her, for I had not forgotten her even with the passing years.

My apartment was soon to be seen, and I was thankful for I was starting to freeze. Why had I sent my driver away? Why did I even bother going to that bar in the first place? To forget? I did not even drink when I was there, or use it's…services.

Pathetic was the word you could describe me as. I had no woman, no hope, no love for my career, no family near by, no desire to even want a prostitute, no desire to drink and now, no coat.

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Thanks for reading! Please review!

Yes it was quite short, but I don't have much time during the week, and I wanted to post something.

I think I will be switching off between Jane and Tom's P.O.V.; it makes it much more interesting for me to write!

Yes there was a reason I changed it to M, not just having to do with this chapter but future chapters as well.

I'll update again soon! XD

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