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Jane's POV

I was too confused, and upset to try to understand what had just happened. "Tom!" The woman said and kissed Tom… my Tom. As she stepped back, grinning at him, I took in her appearance. The girl had bright red hair, small freckles on her fair skinned face. Dark blue eyes and dimples as she was smiling at Tom and a thin body frame. Her clothes were soaked through from the rain, and then I noticed it.

It was just a small black sack, but it could only mean one thing, she planned this. Tom knew this girl, and I had been lied too. My fury burst through my veins and traveled up and poured out through my mouth. "What is going on here?" I yelled and forced myself to sit up on the edge of the bed.

"Jane, careful," Cassie started to grab my arm but I waved her away. My family turned invisible as I stared at Tom's face, waiting for my answer.

"Jane," he started, looking from me to the girl, "I have not idea who this is," and the girl frowned.

"Really Tom? You two seem to know one another quite well," and I stood up.

"Jane, please," and Tom grabbed my arm.

"Do not touch me Mr. Lefroy!" And Tom backed up, and I began to cry. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and I sunk to the ground, dizzy and confused. Henry came over with my mama, and picked me up onto my feet.

"Come Jane," Henry said, "I shall deal with him," he whispered and I smiled at Henry, my favorite brother in the whole world. We walked to the door and Tom stood there, not moving, with the girl grabbing onto his arm. His face held confusion and anger, yet he seemed to want to come after me.

Goodbye Tom, I thought to myself, I guess you remarried after all.

Tom's POV

The girl jumped at me and kissed me too fast for my mind to understand what was going on. After she backed away, I tired to understand why she was here, kissing me. I had never seen her before in my life, and yet she did remind me of someone.

Red hair and freckles was the key to where she had come from, Ireland… even possibly my home town? But I had no confrontations with this woman in my life.

Jane.

"What is going on here?" Jane yelled and I become distressed at once. Who knew how I was suppose to explain what was happening if I had no idea what was happening myself.

"Jane, careful," Cassie told her sister and grabbed her arm but she shoved it away. This was not good.

"Jane," I said, keeping an eye on the other girl, "I have not idea who this is," and I noticed the red haired girl frown.

"Really Tom? You two seem to know one another quite well," and she got up. Even though she was angry I felt proud to be in love with this strong girl, and I could not lose her trust. Suddenly I felt like I was going to explode, all due to the mysterious stranger standing next to me.

"Jane, please," I tried to grab her to make her see, but she yelled.

"Do not touch me Mr. Lefroy!" And I knew just how upset she was by her using my last name. Henry went to her and whispered something I could not catch. This was not good, and as she left the room I tried to reason with her with my eyes, but she left without a look back.

"Mr. Lefroy," the girl said and grabbed my arm. "How long has it been?" I stared in disbelief at her. "Oh, I am so hurt; you do not remember my name? He always was a joker," she said to Cassie and Eliza, since Jane's parents had left the room to go to her side. Who knows what they must think of me, and what they were saying…

"What is your name?" Eliza asked with anger floating behind each word.

"Alright, since Mr. Lefroy will not tell you, I am Alaine, from Ireland, back to see my Tom." This was enough!

"Miss, I do not know who you are, or what you want, but you must tell me how you came to be here." Eliza and Cassandra looked at the girl and waited.

"Tom, you do not remember me?" And she held a sad expression but I knew that this was some kind of trick. With my uncle gone, who else could attempt to break Jane and myself up? "I need to retire, miss, Cassandra is it? Is there a room you can spare?" Cassandra looked from me to the girl and being as polite and kind hearted as she is, she motioned for the girl to follow her. There was silence as Eliza and I stood in the same room.

"I do not know who to believe Mr. Lefroy, or what to believe, but now only you can fix this mess with my cousin. But may I ask one thing?" I nodded my head, "Do you know that girl? Is she from your hometown?"

I paused, and gained a steady voice, "I have never seen her in my life," and glanced at Eliza. Her eyes searched my face and she seemed to believe me.

"Good night Mr. Lefroy," and she left the room. I sunk down onto a chair and put my face in my hands. Why was my relationship with Jane always being interrupted? A knock on the door made my body jump and I stood, ready for anything. It was Jane's father, Mr. Austen.

"Good evening Mr. Lefroy," and he motioned for me to sit.

"Good evening Sir," and I sat and looked at my boots.

"It seems that your guest has brought more stress to Jane, after she was so ill. Can you explain these past events to me Mr. Lefroy?" He spoke so loud, and so well, I felt small and tiny compared to her father.

I breathed in and out, "I did not invite her to this household. I do not know the girl. I do not know for a fact, but believe that this was set up."

"Who would want to break off your relationship with my daughter?" I shook my head back and forth, I did not know, maybe the fellow that had sent that note. What was his name, the son of the old woman… He cleared his throat and I looked at him.

"You may stay here and sort this out, good night Mr. Lefroy." I said good night sir and he left the room. This was quite a mess, and I first needed Jane on my side. I waited in the small room for about an hour or so trying to come up with a way to explain it to Jane. Just do it, I told myself and left the room and walked up the stairs to where she was now sleeping.

Opening the door slightly, I tip toed into the room to see her sleeping figure facing away from the door. "Jane?" Her form moved slightly and I knew she was awake. She sat up and turned to me.

"Mr. Lefroy, what brings you to my room? Did you have something to say to me? Or did you want to introduce me to your wife?" Jane rose and stood looking at me in the candle light.

"I do not know the woman Jane, you must believe me," and I noticed she was still in her clothes from the day time.

"Is that another lie? Or is this lie a little more truthful?" Quickly she turned to the small writing desk in the room and shuffled through some papers. "This," she held up a written on piece of parchment, "is something I had been working on before I was ill."

I watched her take deep breathes and began, "We women do not forget you, so soon as you forget us ... this is our fate, rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us ... You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions. What do you think Mr. Lefroy, is it true?"

"I did not forget you Jane; I had not come sooner for I believed you to forget me."

"Am I supposed to believe this? With you living in London, and yet you tell me you did not forget me and have not had any other women at your disposal."

"Believe me I thought about having who ever I wanted Jane! But every time I tired to push you away, your lovely face pushed itself back into my mind. You and your presence always lingered in my thoughts, in my dreams. You destroyed me Jane!" My body almost shook, but I felt a release of emotions that had been with me for those five years. Peace finally washed through me, and she stood staring at me, tears running silently down her red cheeks.

"Tom, I do not know what to believe at this point. To trust you would be simple, but to know the truth would be helpful," she wiped away her tears and turned so her back was at me.

Had we wakened the house? I did not even care at this point. I walked behind her and hugged her tightly. "Jane," I whispered, "my sweet Jane, I did not have the courage to move on, even those five years ago when life looked bleak. You have been the only one I wanted. Trust me," and I kissed her neck.

"Tom," she said and pried herself out of my arms. "When you show me proof, I shall deem you to be truthful." Irritation rose, but then settled, for I had got her to talk with me.

My thoughts from earlier in the night drifted through my head. "What if the man that sent

the letter all those years ago, sent this girl?" Her expressions jumped faster then lightening, and were filled with hope. "What was his name? Mr. Wisley?"

"No Tom, he had not sent the letters to your uncle in the fist place," she looked at me and I became confused.

"Is that not what you had said all those years ago?" Her face fell and then rose.

"You never heard who had sent the letters?" I shook my head and her face held an expression I could not explain. "Mr. Warren sent the letters to your uncle… do you think he sent this girl?" I was still trying to process the fact that Mr. Warren had been the reason I had not been able to marry my Jane five years ago.

"I let him just walk by. He walked right by me when I first came here! Jane why had you not mentioned this earlier! I would- I shall kill him," she put a hand on my arm.

Jane looked into my eyes, "Tom do not jump to conclusions. Mr. Warren might be responsible for this."

"Jane," I said and she sat on the bed, "he saw me enter your sick room, and he had loved you from the start. He probably believed that you would come around but never had he expected me to come back for you." She stared at me with hope glittering in her brown eyes.

I walked over to her and she looked up at me. "I love you Jane," and I spoke truthfully and honestly. "I will not let Mr. Warren, or some other good for nothing disrupt our love for each other. Please trust me, please believe me."

Jane's POV

Here he was, staring down at me, begging me to trust him, and I did. I just could not get over the fact that the girl had kissed him. Mr. Warren was probably the best guess at who would try to separate us, but what if it was not true? Could I let myself trust Tom after what I just saw?

"Jane, please say something," and his bright blue eyes stared down at me with hope and I was painfully aware of his distress. I guess I could give him my heart again, and I whispered yes.

His lips were on mine before I could say a word. I had not felt him kiss me like this since the day I had left him and stared at him disappearing through the carriage window. His lips where on mine, and the reaction to be angry at him had disappeared. I kissed him back with the same passion and want that I had only thought I would be able to dream and write about.

Tom was right here, kissing me back, and I was not sick or dreaming anymore. Who ever the mysterious girl was, and the person trying to separate us was, they were not going to be able to. We would find out who it was, and pay them a visit.

Alright, so please understand, Tom is being truthful, and he never had heard that Mr. Warren had sent the letters.

If you have not seen the movie, John Warren sends Tom's uncle a letter that makes the two unable to wed. Later, Mr. Warren confesses that he loves Jane, and he sent the letter, to Jane herself and she is upset (duh).

Thank you for reading, next chapter soon. =)