The Beginning, Section II, Section III

Chapter Nine

Posted on Thursday, 7 February 2002

"I have no idea of what you're talking about, Richard." Caroline smiled sweetly, slipping the diskette back into the pocket of her dress.

"Don't be coy, Caroline, dearest. It doesn't become you. It's much better when you're vicious." He teased, patting her on the head condescendingly.

"I don't know who you're speaking of." She held fast, knowing full and well it was only a matter of time before he discovered who she was. But she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of finding out a second before he had to.

"Fine. I see that you're as stubborn as always. I suppose I'll just have to ask Darcy why you were trying to eat a hard disk and cursing Elizabeth Bennet." He said causally, stepping past her. He couldn't help from baiting her; he blamed it on his upbringing. His mother and father had never taught him to not prey upon an easy target. She responded to his empty threat immediately, all the color slipping from her face, and panic flooding her eyes.

"You wouldn't!" She gasped, mortified. Why did he always walk in on her at the most humiliating of times? She glared at him, and flipped her red hair off her shoulder, trying to give off the illusion of calm.

He laughed at her. Silly little Caroline Bingley. He leaned towards her and whispered, "You know I would."

"She's a friend of mine Jane Bennet's sister. Jane has taken ill and Elizabeth is staying with her." Caroline rolled her eyes, "She's got her eye on Darcy, obviously. It's not as though Jane is near death. And she's just throwing herself at him, trying to trap him. I can tell."

"Takes one to know one." Richard commented, offering his arm to her. He enjoyed the dynamic of their relationship. He teased her mercilessly, and she took it. Caroline certainly had her faults, but he did enjoy her company, if only for the sheer entertainment of her endless antics and vapidity.

"Oh shut up, Richard." She had to admit, even with is odious personality; Richard Fitzwilliam was an extremely handsome man. He had the Darcy curls, but in the light brown variety, and the same aristocratic features, but he had a decidedly more casual demeanor, and was not as intimidating as his cousin. "I'll have you know that Darcy has finally given in to his feelings for me."

"No kidding?" Richard hid his frown. They weren't suited to each other at all, but he knew that it had only been a matter of time before it happened. He knew Darcy better than just about anyone and was aware of whom he was married to ... his work. He glanced at Caroline, whose expression belied her apparent happiness at the situation. She looked rather grim and determined, the exact opposite of a woman whose true love had finally come around.

"Yes, I think I can confidently say that it's only a matter of time until we're married. Finally." She forced a smile upon her face and thought of how wonderful things would be once she had the last name Darcy.

"It's a little soon to assume that far down the road, don't you think?" He said without a trace of his usual sarcasm.

"You know how he is. Once he's made up his mind to do something, he does it. He wouldn't start something he didn't intend on finishing." She looked to Richard, who was staring at her intently. She felt a pang of surprise as her stomach fluttered, she was just nervous about talking about Darcy, she told herself. It had nothing to do with Richard Fitzwilliam.

"Yes, I know that aspect of him all to well." The idea didn't sit with him right. They continued on towards the estate in companionable silence, both contemplating what a Darcy/Caroline union would exactly entail.

"So here we are..." Darcy trailed off standing at the front door of the house.

"Here we are." Elizabeth repeated, arching her eyebrows, not entirely sure why he didn't open the door and go inside. "After you, Mr. Darcy."

"I really wish you'd stop calling me that. Just Darcy, or William ... please?" He asked, stepping into the foyer of Netherfield.

"I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that you're so taciturn, I suppose. You seem like a Mr. Darcy. Very respectable and composed." She teased lightly

"Is that a nice way of saying I'm a dull, stodgy old man?" He teased back

To his delight, there was a spark in her eyes, as she responded, "I suppose that's best left open to interpretation, Mr. Darcy."

"Yes, I have to say I agree. I don't take insults so well." He laughed. "So, that leaves me to suppose that you think of yourself as a great study of character. I mean, here we are, barely acquainted, and already, you can make assumptions about me and how I am."

"I never said that I'd made any assumptions about you, but you have to admit that you give off an air of authority. As far as being a great study of character, I can't say that I'm fabulous at it, although I do find it fun. I can also say that I'm right in my first impressions most of the time. They don't say first impressions are the most lasting for nothing, don't you agree?" She asked innocently

Darcy colored at his own impression of Elizabeth upon first seeing her. If he didn't know better, he would think that this line of questioning meant that she had heard what he said. But she didn't strike him as the type to keep her silence when being insulted. She seemed more likely to confront the situation immediately. "I also like to think that my judgment is infallible, although I've been wrong more times than I'd like to admit." His eyes met hers in silent apology for his earlier remarks about her person.

"No ones perfect." Elizabeth said softly, unable to break her gaze. She felt a pull at her stomach, a perfectly natural reaction from staring at a good-looking man.

He watched as she wet her lips, tongue sliding gracefully along the curves of her mouth. It took all his self-control to not kiss her. He balled his hands into fists at his side. This wasn't happening. He knew he should have stayed home, and away from Elizabeth Bennet, with her dancing eyes, and bewitching smile. He'd never met anyone quite like her, able to discern what was false and what was real. To not care about what others thought of her, and to live her life for herself rather than her name, to not be bogged down by responsibilities she had never asked for, but had accepted nonetheless. He realized that he'd been comparing her to himself. How he longed to be that carefree. That must be what the attraction was, he told himself. Nothing to do with her, really, but his own wishes and desires being lived out through her. It gave him great solace. If she were a man, he might feel similarly, wanting to be around them, engage in conversation, befriend. Still doesn't explain why you want to kiss her, Darcy. Well, she was a woman, an attractive one at that. Of course he would want to kiss her, it was built into his biological makeup. But no tender feelings, certainly. He knew better than that.

The connection was broken by the sound of the front door opening and Richard calling out, "Darcy! Bingley! Fitzwilliam is here, and I demand to be greeted properly!"

"I thought you were Fitzwilliam." Lizzy murmured.

"That's Richard. My cousin." A grin spread on Darcy's face as he gave Richard a hug. "I though you weren't coming in until tomorrow!"

"Dear old Dad had me working overtime the past two weeks, so I decided to reward myself with an extra vacation day." Richard's eyes caught the pretty brunette standing next to the stairwell. He directed his easy, charming smile towards her. "Hello, Richard Fitzwilliam, and you're...?"

Elizabeth returned his smile with one of her own, "Elizabeth Bennet." She accepted his handshake, surprised that someone this warm and friendly was any relation of Darcy's.

"Ah, the infamous Elizabeth Bennet." Richard turned to wink at Caroline, "I've heard so much about you from our little Caroline. All of it absolutely wonderful, I assure you. I hope that your sister is feeling better."

"She seemed to be just that this morning. Actually, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go and check on her again, to see how's she' s doing. It's very nice to meet you." She said apologetically, as he nodded and gestured to the stairs

"Very nice to meet you, too." He muttered as he watched her climb the stairs. She looked even better from the back than she did from the front.

"Doesn't take you long, I see." Caroline commented, relieved for once, for his presence. Hopefully, he could distract Elizabeth from Darcy.

"I am but a man, easily distracted by a pretty face and great back end." Richard turned his attention to his cousin, who was shifting uncomfortably, obviously uneasy with his comments towards Miss Bennet.

"You are but a Pig is more like it." She snorted, smiling despite herself. He did have his moments where he amused her.

"Pig, Man, what difference does it make, really?" He threw an arm around Darcy, "Most women will say the two are interchangeable."

"Yes, when it comes to men like you." She laughed at the knowing look on his face.

"At least I know what I am." He said pointedly, wanting Caroline to realize how stupid it would be for her and Darcy to get involved.

"We never doubted that." Darcy interrupted, patting Richard on the shoulder. "Two weeks of overtime? How did you manage? The last I remember you didn't even work there full time."

"I know! That's what I tried telling Father, but he thought I should be pulling my weight more. He's got a lot of nerve, that man." Richard said all smiles and jokes. The truth of the situation was that he was sick and tired of being written off as a playboy who lived only for women and parties. It may have been the truth in his youth, but as he grew older, he found himself wanting more. He'd been putting in extra hours to make rent on his too expensive apartment in New York. He hadn't told anyone that six months before he had told his father to take his trust fund and stick it where the sun don't shine. He wanted to make a name for himself, and not have to rely upon his family to support him. He'd taken a job with a small technology firm, hoping to build his own empire one day. However, pride prevented him from giving up his swanky digs and telling the rest of his family that he'd left Fitzwilliam, Inc. He was even more surprised at the fact that he enjoyed worrying about money, it gave him something to do, but old habits died hard, and he often spent outside of his means.

"I think it's good for you. Learning responsibility and all that." He said, feeling a swell of pride in his blood, and closest friend.

"Well, one can't laze about all day, no matter how fun it might be." Richard forced a smile. "Where's Bingley?"

"He's out for the day, locked away in a meeting." Darcy answered.

"How's the campaign coming along?"

"It's a little early to really say, but I think he'll be fine." His face darkened at the mention of the election. "He's opted for some rather controversial associates, but I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Controversial, you say? Care to elaborate?" He was always interested in hearing a bit of gossip.

"James Bennet. Remember him? Huge finance scandal? Well, Charles has brought him in to help. Seems to have taken a liking to him." Darcy rolled his eyes at his friend's naivety.

"Can't be all bad. After all, Ted Kennedy still has his seat doesn't he?" Darcy was always one to avoid anything that might be interpreted as inappropriate.

"Bingley isn't a Kennedy." He replied, knowing where things were headed.

"Well, you're a Darcy, and I'm sure that being associated with you is going to attract far more attention than James Bennet." He pointed out. He hated when he got like this, all stuffy and hyper concerned.

"If you'll forgive me, this is dreadfully boring. I think I'll go for a swim." Caroline pressed a kiss on Darcy's cheek on her way out.

Richard wondered why he was bothered by it.

Darcy didn't even noticed and continued, "That's the point exactly! Nothing good can come of having my name connected with his."

"So this is about you and not about your friend." Richard deadpanned.

"It's about both of us." He knew that Richard was right, but refused to admit that his motives were selfish.

"It's about you, Darcy." Richard said simply, a hint of disapproval in his tone.

"No it's not." He said in his best my-word-is-final voice.

"You know what, a swim sounds just great. I think I'll join Caroline." He knew his family had a reputation to upkeep, but Darcy was scared to so much as belch in public for fear it would taint the family name.

"This isn't about me!" He said to Richard's back. Sure it isn't he said to himself as his cousin walked away.

Chapter Ten

Posted on Thursday, 25 April 2002

Darcy cleared his throat and glanced around the empty foyer. "Well, I certainly did a great job of clearing the room." He murmured, cheeks still colored from Richard's accusation. He didn't understand the precarious situation that Bingley had placed them both in. But nothing there was nothing he could do to persuade his friend rid himself of James Bennet. The state of affairs weren't going to get any better judging from Bingley's behavior towards Jane. It seemed to him that Bingley was going out of his way to find controversy. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be completely smitten yet, so there was still time to nip it in the bud.

But are you any better than Charles?"

He sighed audibly and walked up the stairs towards the study he had been using during his stay at Netherfield. A picture of Elizabeth, laughing as the sun shone on her dark curls, and mixture of exasperation and amusement in her eyes, entered his brain. He was sick of thinking of the illustrious Ms. Bennet at every idle moment. For the past few days, it seemed, every time he had a bit of time to himself, his thoughts would turn to her. He, however, had an advantage over his friend. He had an abundance of self-control and willpower. He also understood the nature of the press, and his position. He knew that nothing could come of it, and that he could extract himself from any association with, her if need be.

But he wasn't sure of how much longer he could say that and still have it be true.

"Mom called while you were out." Jane said, her complexion almost back to its golden glow. She was feeling much better, and had opened the window of the guest room, letting the sweet scent of the carefully maintained garden waft in.

"Let me guess what she said..." Lizzy said, opening her eyes wide, and throwing her hands together. She let out a high-pitched squeal and twirled around the room. "Jane, Jane, Jane!" She cried, gathering her hands in her sister's. "Don't you dare let them know that you're almost well. Stay there as long as you possibly can! Marry him, Jane! For the sake of our family MARRY HIM." She added a tone of impending doom to the last bit of her impression.

Jane giggled at Elizabeth's outburst. "Well, she didn't say those words exactly. She's coming here tomorrow to thank the Bingley's in person though."

The smile fell from Lizzy's face at the news. "Oh, Dear God, tell me you're kidding." She immediately thought of Darcy, that cool look of silent disapproval in his eye.

"Come on, Lizzy." Jane said, voice rich with understanding, "She can be a little ... overexuberant from time to time."

"But we love her." Elizabeth finished, wishing away the greasy pit of apprehension she felt growing in her stomach.

"That we do." Jane flashed her brightest smile, and immediately Lizzy felt better. She'd make it through it alive, and moreover, since when did she care what Darcy thought about her or her family? Let him look down on her, and play his role of social snob to the fullest. It was much easier to remember him that way, rather than when he was kind, or when he laughed at her jokes. When he acted that way, it got hard to remember that she didn't like him at all.

"Richard, I'm warning you." Caroline intoned harshly, glaring at him as he playfully splashed water towards her, narrowly missing her perch on the deck of the pool.

"Don't be such a spoil sport." He dared to push the water out of the pool just a little further, wetting her feet.

"If you do that one more time I'm going to claw your eyes out." Caroline said nonchalantly, flipping the page of her magazine.

"I don't doubt that." He splashed again, a little harder.

"Richard." She threatened.

"Watchoo gonna do about it?" He replied adopting a mobster accent.

"You're almost 35 years old. Don't you think it's time you started acting like it?" She pushed her sunglasses down on her nose to glare disdainfully at him.

"Nope." This time he put all his force behind it, soaking her from head to toe.

She spluttered for a split second, shocked that he had actually done it. "You ... are ... so ... DEAD!" She cried, leaping into the pool, not giving a thought to her Dolce and Gabanna sarong that was not meant to touch chlorinated water.

Using his surprise to her advantage, she grabbed him from behind, dunking him into the water. She felt her legs come up from underneath her, as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Let GO OF ME!" She balled her fists and pounded on his back. He was climbing up the ladder.

"Well, okay." He said, laughing, and threw her into the deep end of the swimming pool.

He sat down, dipping his feet in the pool as he waited to her to surface.

"Horrible, horrible, horrible, disgusting, man!" Caroline smoothed her flattened hair back from her face, treading the water. She dived down and Richard felt her hand on his leg. Before he could react, she used the side of the pool as a balance and dragged him in.

"You can be fun sometimes, Caro." He said, as he broke the water. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a mess, but she wore a genuine smile that was more beautiful than any amount of grooming could have been.

"Obnoxious jerk." She teased, laughing. She caught his eyes with her own and found her smile deepening.

"I hate to interrupt..." Darcy called from the back deck of the house.

Quickly, the moment of impulsive fun was broken as Caroline turned to face Darcy, the childlike grin wiped from her face and replaced with her usual plastic one.

"You aren't interrupting anything, darling." She replied, wishing that her makeup wasn't streaming down her face.

"Did you see a green disk in my study?" He asked

"What?" Caroline paled as she thought of the disk that she had kept on her person for the last week. A disk that, by her hands, was beyond repair.

Richard turned his back on the two of them and swallowed a snort. Looks like the little minx is in for it now, he thought with great amusement.

"Yes, it's got a very important document on it. I need it for work." Darcy said impatiently.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Caroline squeaked.

"Well, if you see it, let me know." Darcy turned, and walked back into the house. Guess he'd have to ask Elizabeth where it was.

"You ... are in so much trouble." Richard laughed manically at a very horrified Caroline.

Chapter Eleven

Posted on Saturday, 13 November 2004

"Richard," Caroline turned to him, "You have to help me."

This only made him laugh harder, "No, darling, that's the beauty of it. I don't have to help you." His words had the desired effect, and much to his further amusement Caroline paled and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Please, Richard. Darcy is going to be extremely angry with me."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Just look at it and see what you can do."

"I saw it earlier, there's not anything I can do." Richard pulled himself out of the water, 'If I were you, I'd tell Darcy what I did. I'm sure he has a backup somewhere."

"Oh, right, that's a brilliant idea. 'Sorry, pumpkin, but I destroyed your report because I thought it was a love note from Eliza Bennet."

"Is that what you really thought?" Richard stopped for a moment, staring at her open mouthed. "Caroline, are you insane?"

"What? I have a right to protect what's mine." She crossed her arms against her chest and huffed loudly. Maybe someone like Richard couldn't understand what was so clear to her. She and Darcy were this close to solidifying a real relationship and she wasn't going to stand by and watch him slip through her fingers.

"I don't have anything against a little claw-bearing now and again, but you cut off your nose to spite your face a wee bit didn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what does Darcy hate more than anything?"

"The company of strangers?"

"And?"

"I don't know. Stop playing around. Tell me what I've done wrong."

"Okay. Firstly, for argument's sake, let's say that disk did contain a ... love note, like you say. Which of course it didn't, but I digress. What do you think Darcy's reaction to it would be? He's not the type to play around ... and he hates women that are too forward. You should know these things, Caroline."

She had once asked Darcy why he never partook of the more carnal benefits of his position. He had looked at her gravely and said "You never know if they might turn around and sell you out to the first bidder. I have a reputation to protect and make sacrifices accordingly." Nothing more, nothing less. The subject had made her strangely uncomfortable, and she had never brought it up again. "Yes, I suppose you're right." She got out of the pool and buried her head in her hands. "What am I going to do?"

"Show me where the computer is and I'll see what I can do." Richard almost regretted saying it, as it would deprive him of watching Caroline's attempts to sooth Darcy's temper.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" She had not felt relief like that in years. She had faith that Richard could makes things right.

"So how long do you give Mom before she mentions that you're single?" Elizabeth was not looking forward to her mother's visit. The last thing she needed was her mother screaming to everyone about the availability of her daughters.

"Charles already knows I'm single, so I don't think Mom would mention it."

Elizabeth snorted, "Of course she'll mention it. Repeatedly. At full volume, lest there be any other available men meandering around Netherfield." She groaned as her thoughts turned to Richard Fitzwilliam. Now there would be three bachelors in the house. Her mother was likely to explode from pleasure.

"Oh, Lizzy!"

"Five dollars says she gets it out within the first three sentences."

"I'm not betting with you."

"Cause you know you'll lose."

"Hush, Lizzy."

"So what's going on with all of this anyway?"

"With what?"

"You and Mr. Bingley."

Jane colored and looked away, "Charles is a very charming man."

"That's it?" Elizabeth threw her arm around her sister, "Charming? How charming?"

Jane smiled, "Quit teasing me! He's very charming."

"And what about handsome, or smart, or funny?" Elizabeth enjoyed seeing her sister in this state. Looking as Jane did meant that she was never in want of attention, but she regarded most men with a benign pleasantness, rarely taking it beyond polite flirting.

"Oh, Lizzy," Jane slumped over, "I like him very much. He is one of the most pleasing and agreeable men that I have ever met."

Knowing her sister's reserved nature, Elizabeth treated Jane's declaration with seriousness, "I think he likes you too, Jane. And if he doesn't now, then he will. You weren't there when he first saw you. It was as though I had become invisible."

"Do you think so?"

"I do. You should be grateful that I'm not a jealous person, because I would have had every reason to become wildly jealous of you based upon his reaction alone. I think that you are well suited to each other and I have every confidence that you two will end up together. And I'm not saying that just to butter you up, either."

An authoritative knock interrupted the pep talk. Jane opened the door to Fitzwilliam Darcy looking pinched and annoyed. "Yes. Sorry to interrupt, but I needed to ask Elizabeth what she's done with my report from last night."

"I left it on the desk. It had your name on it clear as day." She met his frostiness with a dose of her own.

"Well, it's not there." Darcy glowered, becoming more stressed and annoyed at her answer. Had she done it on purpose? Perhaps she wasn't any different; but smarter in how she went about it.

"I'm sorry, but that's where I left it." She remained even and firm and congratulated herself on holding her temper, even though he was eyeing her suspiciously and clearly did not believe a word that she said.

"It is not there." He visibly reinforced himself, standing taller in the doorway staring at her with dignified haughtiness.

"I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Darcy. I told you where I put it." And I can tell you where to put it she thought and barely caught herself from smiling broadly.

Darcy noticed the smile threatening her mouth and was reassured that his assumption had been correct. She was obviously baiting him, playing for his attentions. He couldn't help the disappointment that crept into his gut. It was for the best after all, and he was reminded that he may not love Caroline, but he could go to sleep knowing that she wasn't after his money. She was after his prestige and that was fine by him as she would provide the same for him. "Tell me what you've done with it, Miss Bennet. This is not a game and this is not funny."

"I never suggested any of those things, and believe me when I tell you that I don't know where it is."

"Will you please step out into the hall with me? I wish to discuss this with you in private." He nodded toward Jane, "I apologize for being so rude, Jane, but I must find out where it is."

So he could bring himself to apologize to Jane for a minor offence, but she was to receive none for his repeated rudeness to her. Fine. She followed him into the hallway, her face growing more red as her anger worked itself up in self-righteous indignation. "I have not done anything with your report and find it rather insulting that you would stand here and accuse me of wrongdoing over and over again. I have nothing to gain by hiding it on you, or taking it, or throwing it away. I did you a favor yesterday, Mr. Darcy, and I will not abide your accusations."

It was official. Elizabeth Bennet was very cute when she was angry. She was much shorter than him, and infinitely more delicate. She was red faced and spoke in short clipped tones. So this was to be the game? She would pretend to dislike him in order to intrigue him. "I suppose it grew legs and walked away, then." He paused for a second, confused. He had not meant to reply to her in kind, had not meant to further her plans. It had slipped. Again.

"Yes, it must have. I do not have anything else to say to you. I hope that you find it and ask that you not bother me with it again. I have given you all of the information I can."

"Darcy!" Caroline strode down the hall, a thick stack of papers clutched to her chest. "I found it! And took the liberty of printing it out for you!" She had lucked out. The word processor had auto saved the entire document to the hard drive. It had taken Richard two minutes to figure it out. He had been disappointed that it hadn't been a bit more dramatic, as he loved to watch her suffer.

"Thank you, Caroline." He accepted the paper and turned to apologize to Elizabeth, but she had already gone back into Jane's room and would not answer the door when he knocked.

"JANE!" Mrs. Bennet flung her arms around her eldest daughter, "How worried I was about you!" She turned to Mr. Bingley, "If she only had a husband at home to take care of her, then I'm sure she wouldn't have had to inconvenience you here."

Elizabeth looked to the ground. Too bad Jane hadn't taken her up on the bet, she had been exactly right. Three sentences.

"It was no problem at all, Mrs. Bennet. We enjoyed having both of your daughters stay here with us the past couple days." Mr. Bingley was blushing and had not missed the older lady's point.

Darcy and Caroline stood close together, "Oh my God...What a vile woman." Caroline whispered into his ear.

Darcy couldn't help but agree. He wondered if this is what Elizabeth would turn into a few years down the road. He looked at her and was hit with a rush of empathy as he watched her staring at the floor, rolling her eyes and muttering underneath her breath. No, Elizabeth seemed well aware of her mother's indiscretions.

"Yes. And we shouldn't put them out any longer. Charles I thank you for your kindness and appreciate your calling a doctor for Jane." Elizabeth took her mother's arm and attempted to lead her towards the door.

"Lizzy, I've only just arrived!" She turned to the group once more, "I don't see what she's in such a hurry about. Imagine wanting to run away from three handsome men!"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and drew a cleansing breath. "It's not that at all. I'm anxious to get home. There are some things that I need to take care of."

Darcy decided to rescue her. "Then we should not keep you any longer. Tell Mrs. Liefeld to have Peter load your things in your car."

He couldn't wait to be rid of her. "Thank you again, Charles, Caroline. You have been most wonderful hosts. It was a pleasure to meet you, Richard. And you, Mr. Darcy." She inched towards the door. "Come, Jane, Mom, we must get going."

Jane echoed the sentiment and said her goodbyes. Mrs. Bennet had no choice but to follow, though she made it clear that she was doing so against her will.

"Goodbye, Jane, Elizabeth. I'm having a gala of sorts here at Netherfield in a couple of weeks. I would like it very much if you both would attend. And of course, you and Mr. Bennet, ma'am."

The three agreed to come and Lizzy finally got her mother out of the door. "Oh Jane. It was very clever of you to be sick that night. I think you've really hooked him!" Their mother cooed and much to Elizabeth's horror, she noticed that the party inside the house had not yet closed the door.

Chapter Twelve

Posted on Tuesday, 16 November 2004

Elizabeth finished up the balancing of her checkbook and was very vexed to discover that she was going to have to move back in with her parents. She had always assumed that a law degree would equal a certain employability and financial stability, and it would have, had she not worked her way through the two major and two minor firms in Longbourn. She was slightly ashamed that she had quit all four after becoming frustrated at not being able to do what she wanted to do. She wasn't upset at not being able to litigate, that was to be expected, it was a small town and very few cases required more than showing up and paperwork. Her problem had been, as the youngest member, she was given all the work that nobody else wanted to do. She was the equivalent to an over trained over educated legal secretary. She had thought about starting her own firm, but the market wasn't there and she lacked the experience necessary. So it had come down to this. Move back in with the folks for six months, go to a temp agency and get some decently paying assignment, save like crazy, and then move to a bigger market and get her life on track. Oh God. She was 28 years old. And soon she would be living with her parents. Completely humiliating. She had broached the subject with her father on an earlier occasion, but had not really thought it would become a reality. She could have moved in with Jane, but she would have to sleep on the couch while her parents could offer her an entire bedroom. So at the moment material comforts outweighed her pride.

She was more humiliated about the panic that was beating in her throat. She used to dream about getting away from Longbourn. Her father's downfall, however had prompted her back home after law school. She was scared to leave. She'd gone away for school, but in Boston, a mere hour's drive away. And she had thought about moving there many times but she knew that if she did she would be effectively giving up her dreams of Washington. Boston would be comfortable and easy. She'd get used to it. There would be no definite change. She'd be forty before she knew it and all her ambitions would slip away. She wasn't ready to give up on Washington yet, but she knew that the timing was off. The scandal was only a year and a half old. People still remembered. Perhaps she could stay. Her parents were beginning to truly age, her sisters were here, her friends, her whole life. But Elizabeth was not content. She couldn't stay in Longbourn until she felt that Washington was safe. She was going to move in with her parents, though. Feeling a queer fluttering in her stomach, she picked up the phone and called her father to let him know he would soon have one more mouth to feed. In a week soon.

"Have you settled in?" James Bennet asked his second born daughter.

"Well enough. There wasn't much to unpack so it was over quickly." Elizabeth was heartened to know that leaving with her parents meant that she would get to spend more time with her father.

"Have you spoken to your mother yet?"

"About what?"

"We have a visitor this evening. I'm shocked she hasn't informed you yet."

"Lydia has a formal tonight, so Mom has spent most of the day getting her ready." Elizabeth quickly added, "And I've been avoiding her."

"Ah, that is one of the biggest pleasures in life and something that I am quite adept at. Allow me to inform you that you are more than welcome to use my office as a safe haven should you need a moment away from your mother and sisters."

"I appreciate that."

"It will be nice to have you back, Lizzy. These walls have not heard a decent conversation since you and Jane moved out."

"Kitty's not so bad."

"Not when she's around Lydia. It's as though the cosmos had a mix up and reincarnated your mother a bit too early." James got up from his desk and moved closer to his daughter, "So aren't you curious as to who the dinner guest is to be?"

"Very."

"Do you remember my friend Tom Collins?"

"It's hard to forget a man named after a drink."

"Yes it is. Well, as much of a sensible and good friend he was, it seems as though his son has quite missed all of his father's positive attributes."

"His son?"

"Yes. You've never met him. He's....ten years older than you, I think. He wrote me an email some time back, but I never thought he'd show up. Oh here," he said fumbling around the desk, "Just read the damn thing."

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet,

I am not sure if you will remember exactly who I am, even though Mr. Bennet and my father were close friends. We have only met on a handful of occasions. I hope that you do not find this out-putting or presumptuous, but I write with the hopes of meeting your family in late August, as I will be in Longbourn before assuming my position at the United Family for Common Decency at the start of the New Year. My father always impressed upon me the character and beauty of your daughters and I wish very dearly to become acquainted with them. You see, I have been appointed to my new position by one Lady Catherine DeBourgh, (who I'm sure you have heard of) and she has shared with me the wisdom that a man cannot go through life without a morally upstanding woman to take care of him. She is undoubtedly the most intelligent and astute woman I have ever known and I would never take any advice from her lightly. It is my hope to see one of your daughters fill this precious void in my life.

I am currently in London under the sponsorship of Lady DeBourgh, assisting her with family business. The Lady, though she resides in a most pleasing estate in Washington DC, is still a child of the Monarchy and remains a Commonwealth citizen to this day. She is not only noble by nature, but by title as well. I hope that my association with her will help recommend me to your family. I have informed Lady Catherine in regard to your past troubles and though she was rightfully concerned about having such a close connection to herself, she has given me her consent in the pursuit of one of your lovely daughters. Please allow me to ask for your telephone number so that I may call you when further details of my visit are in place.

Sincerely Yours,
Willie Collins

"Oh God, Dad, you can't be serious."

"Ah Lizzy, don't worry. He said a morally upstanding sort of woman so that leaves you in the clear."

"I'm very moral!"

"Well, I should think that pretending that you aren't would serve you well tonight."

"Dad, why are you doing this? He's basically asked you for one of your daughters!"

"I know! Put yourself in my position. Could you honestly read that email and let the opportunity to actually meet him pass you by? This is for the sake of comedy, Elizabeth. You cannot tell me that you are not at all curious about seeing the man in the flesh."

"Sure, but not when he's going to be sizing me up as a potential wife."

"I wouldn't worry about it dear. I was rather hoping we'd be able to pawn Mary off on him."

"I thank you for you're hospitality and am delighted to find that my father did not lie when he spoke of your daughters' beauty." Willie Collins adjusted his tie and bowed to the ladies. Sweat was already starting to form along his brown on upon his upper lip.

Collins was short, overweight, and appeared to be wearing a pair of Capri pants. They were pin-striped knickers tapered at the knee matched with pointy black boots that had a two inch heel on them. A masculine heel, thick and sturdy, they weren't women's shoes, but one could not be sure about the pants.

"Aren't you the charming one?" Mrs. Bennet took his arm and began making introductions, "This is our second youngest, Katherine."

"Ah, I see! Is she the namesake of Lady Catherine?" Collins asked as he brought the girl's hand to his mouth. He got a good look at her and decided that she was much too young. Kitty, for her part, managed to keep her composure as he kissed her hand, but soon gave a desperate look to Elizabeth.

"Oh ... no, she's not, but it is a happy coincidence, is it not?" Mrs. Bennet continued down the line, "And in the middle is Mary." he grabbed her hand and studied her for a minute. The young woman did not smile and looked rather uncomfortable. The fabled Bennet beauty had not fallen upon her with as much abundance as her sisters. He supposed her face would be pleasant enough had it not been covered in patches of splotchy adult acne and had not born the look of severe displeasure and discipline. He reminded himself that his wife must be photogenic and sweet tempered. "And our second oldest, Elizabeth." She was decisively more attractive than the last one, but there was an impertinent gleam in her eye that made him uneasy. He reached out for her hand and admired how small and delicate it was. "Yes, lovely Elizabeth." he murmured. His intended shot her father a dirty look while the elder gentleman battled to keep his laughter in check.

"There are two more, are there not?" Collins asked Mrs. Bennet.

"Oh yes. Our oldest and youngest, Jane and Lydia. Lydia's at her first formal. She just pledged her sorority. Accepted by her first choice, you know. And Jane. Unfortunate about Jane."

"Of course, Jane. That's who I was thinking of. Father said that when he last saw her that she was a very lovely woman. Both inside and out."

"Said you were wanting to start a family, right Willie? Shame about Jane then, she's sterile, you know."

Elizabeth choked audibly. Not only was her mother willingly participating in the martial pimping of her daughters, she was lying to preserve Jane for Charles Bingley. Kitty looked confused and opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced with a severe look from her mother.

"Excuse me?" asked Collins.

"Yes. Jane, bless her, is barren. Can't have children. It's going to be a chore to marry her off. Lucky she's so beautiful, she'll have a chance of finding a shallow man willing to trade looks for children."

Well, that certainly put Collins off Jane, Elizabeth thought, noting his look of crushing disappointment. With any luck he'd find them all repulsive and make his excuses before dessert.

"Yes, I'd very much like to start a family." Collins paused dramatically and winked at Elizabeth. He decided that he should have her. He had no worries about gaining the lady's acceptance. He knew enough of their financial and reputation issues to discern that none of the daughters would be able to reject the security and connections that he could give them.

"Shall we eat, then?" Mrs. Bennet led them to the dining room.

Collins appraised the table and said, "You have put out a very nice spread. I have seen the most delectable and sizable dinners while in the company of Lady Catherine, and while it cannot compare, it is very nice indeed."

"Shall we eat, then?" Mrs. Bennet led them to the dining room.

Collins appraised the table and said, "You have put out a very nice spread. I have seen the most delectable and sizable dinners while in the company of Lady Catherine, and while it cannot compare, it is very nice indeed."

"Thank you." Mrs. Bennet did not seemed bothered by his backhanded compliment.

"I like your outfit, Collins." Mr. Bennet began passing around the chicken.

"Thank you. It was bought for me by Lady Catherine. They are the latest fashion in London."

"Really? That makes sense, those trousers look well on you. And the boots. The boots go so well with them."

"Again purchased at the consideration of Lady Catherine. Italian leather."

"Were they meant to be an outfit."

"Actually, no. But Lady Catherine suggested that they matched well, and as you can see she is not wrong."

Mr. Bennet coughed to hide his amusement. "No, she is not wrong."

"How long are you planning to be in Longbourn?" Mrs. Bennet asked.

"Two weeks."

"Ah wonderful! You'll be in town for the gala. Jane's close friend Charles Bingley is having a ball next week. You shall come with us!" Mrs. Bennet cried, clapping her hands.

"Ah, well let me take this opportunity to ask Elizabeth if she would like to attend this function as my date."

Elizabeth gave her father another look and fought off the wave of nausea that overtook her when Collins patted her and winked at her again.

"Of course! Lizzy would be delighted!" Her mother interjected.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Without another word Elizabeth rose from the table and walked into her room. She was still shaking with anger at her mother ten minutes later. Not only did she live with her parents, but now she was expected to be seen in public with the most revolting man in the world.

Chapter Thirteen

Posted on Friday, 19 November 2004

"Charlotte he's so ... gross!" Elizabeth mewled into the telephone. "He's a sweater, first off. He hadn't been in the house for five minutes before it starting rolling down the sides of his doughy little face. And the letter he wrote! Contrary to what my mother would have the world believe this house is not the set of The stupid Bachelor. In the letter he practically asked Dad to throw him one of his daughters to marry. And Dad just laughs and laughs like it's so funny, but he doesn't have to deal with the oily prat winking and smiling at him, does he? Then he asks me to the Netherfield Ball. And my mom jumps right in and accepts for me. This, by the way, proves that she hates me and has some mommy dearest complex. Quite frankly, I'd rather she just beat me with wire hangers. No decent mother is going to encourage the attentions of Willie Collins." Elizabeth was too much reminded of her youth, sitting in her old bedroom, talking on the phone to Charlotte Lucas.

"Lizzy, I'm not saying you should marry him, but do you know that lasting happiness in a marriage happens by pure luck? If you marry the man of your dreams today there's a 50% shot that you'll hate him in twenty years. Think about it. My parents split up after being married for 37 years. Look at your mom and dad. He hates her."

"He doesn't hate her. He likes to laugh at her, but if he hated her he would leave."

"There's the children to consider."

"Come on, Charlotte. I know my parents. He doesn't hate her. Don't you believe in love?"

"I believe in loving your children and your pets."

Elizabeth laughed, "You can't be serious."

"I mean it. Take me, for example. I'm thirty six years old and I held out for true love or whatever you want to call it. And I'm alone. Once you get older, you'll begin to see my point. All I want now is someone that can assist me with making a baby or two before it's too late. And maybe someone who made enough that I wouldn't have to work anymore once the babies are born. Happiness I will leave up to chance."

"That's sad, Charlotte."

"I'm sure that there are plenty of other women my age who don't feel that way, but I want babies."

"That doesn't seem like settling to you?"

"Of course it's settling. And everyone does it."

"I'd rather die alone than be trapped in a marriage to a person I don't love."

"That's what they made divorces for. Anyway, you're missing my point. Even if you marry someone you love now there is no guarantee that twenty years down the road you're still going to love them."

"Why are you so cynical?"

"Not cynical. Realistic."

"I hope not." She felt sorry for her friend. Charlotte was fiercely intelligent and had for many years preferred being alone. More and more, though, her baby fever was peeking through. A baby that came with a house and a husband. "Maybe I should introduce you to Willie, then."

"Maybe you should. I don't care how much he sweats as long as his downstairs is in working order. I want babies."

"He sweats an awful lot, Charlotte."

She chuckled, "Everybody sweats."

"I haven't told you the best part yet. He works for Lady Catherine DeBourgh. Have you ever heard of her?"

"No."

"Well, me neither, but he seems to be operating under the assumption that we all have. He's a pudgy Waylon Smithers about her. He's wearing these ridiculous knickers she picked out for him and droning on and on about her. He's a very strange man."

"So are you attending the ball with him?"

"I have to. I can ditch him once we get there, but I can't avoid going with him. I'm not going to be out and out rude to the guy."

"He may grow on you."

"Yeah and I might marry Senator Darcy."

"Oh yeah? How was all that? You never did finish telling me."

"He's about as good as Collins. What a snob. Seriously, I don't even want to talk about him. Just thinking about it makes me angry." She curled the cord of the phone around her finger, "Are you coming to Netherfield this weekend? Please say that you are because you would be a pretty crappy friend if you left me alone with Willie, Caroline, and Mr. Darcy."

"Yes. I got my invitation last week. I can't believe Charles Bingley remembered who I am."

"He'll be a good politician, no?"

"Indeed."

"LIZZY!" Mrs. Bennet bellowed down the hall. "I need you in the living room immediately!"

"Gotta go, my mom is calling. Oh God. I really am seventeen again."

"See you soon, Lizzy. Bye!"

"Yes, Mom?" Elizabeth walked down the hallway and scowled when she realized that Willie Collins was sitting on her couch. His face and neck were bright with moisture. He mopped at his face with a lace handkerchief and the lady was relieved to see that he was in casual attire, though he still wore his heeled boots. He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was sizing her up and it sent a shudder of revulsion down her spine.

"Mr. Collins is here!" Mrs. Bennet rubbed him on the shoulder and Elizabeth wondered how a person could touch Collins voluntarily. "I'll leave the two of you alone so you can get to know each other a little better."

"That's all right Mom, stay with us." She let her meaning be known.

"No, no. I'd be a third wheel." She gave a knowing wink to Collins and rushed out of the room.

"Hello, Elizabeth. "You're looking beautiful today." He flashed a wan smile and patted the cushion next to him. "Have a seat."

She returned the smile but ignored the gesture. "Thank you." She sat in the chaise lounge to his left. She drew her knees to her chest and braced herself. She had to chat with him for a few minutes before making up a reason to leave. She wasn't going to encourage him in any respect, but she knew it would embarrass her father to be rude to a friend's son. "You're starting a new job in January, right?"

"Yes. I'll be heading up UFCD."

"Really?" She was well acquainted with the United Family for Common Decency. It dawned on her why Collins thought that everybody should know Catherine DeBourgh. She was the most vocal financial backer of the UFCD. She showed up on the news shows every once in a awhile. Elizabeth would have been able to place her if she'd seen Lady Catherine, but the name hadn't registered. The UFCD called themselves the moral conscience of the American family and many of its board members and chairpersons made Brent Bozell III look moderate. They focused mainly upon the media and were known to use its influence to lobby for broadcasting regulations. The organization were celebrating a recent legislative victory, helping to pass harsher fines from the FCC for indecency. "In what capacity?"

"I'll be the face of the organization, if you will. Public relations." She had never actually witnessed a mouth breather. He really breathed through his mouth. He was to be in front of cameras and talking to the public. He must have his nose shoved pretty far up Lady Catherine's butt.

"Wow."

"Yes. Lady Catherine felt that I would be perfect to represent the American father."

"You have no children, though, correct?"

"Not yet. I hope to be married soon. It is my fondest wish."

"Wonderful! You will meet many available women at the ball."

"I suppose. But there is someone who has already captured my affections." He reached out for her hand and Elizabeth jumped up before he could make contact.

"I really have to go job hunting, Willie. It was nice talking to you."

"And you. I hope that I will see you many times before the gala."

Lizzy smiled as she thought of her mother. "I am sure that will happen."

"Hello. I'm Elizabeth Bennet, I have an interview at one." Gorgeous. She felt her mouth twist with dumbfounded attraction. He looked like a movie star. It wasn't a cliché she threw around lightly. What on earth was he doing working at a temp agency? He should be out and about displaying his unfathomable good looks to the public. As a service to all of humanity.

"Hello, I'm George Wickham. We'll do a quick one on one interview and then there will be a series of typing and skills testing."

"Great!" Thank the heavens she had met him at a job interview and not grocery shopping or another activity that didn't require dressing nice.

She followed him into the office and checked out his hands. No ring. That information put a bounce in her step and she smiled warmly when he offered her a seat.

"You have an impressive resume. We don't usually get people as educated as yourself in here."

"I'm looking for something for the next six months. I'm planning on moving then."

"Where to, if you don't mind my asking?"

Elizabeth laughed, "I haven't quite figured that out yet. I'll likely remain on the coast, but I don't want to move to a huge metropolis. Maybe Baltimore, or Portland, Maine.

"Wonderful." Wickham returned her smile and she blushed. "What kind of work are you interested in?"

"The kind that pays well." They both laughed, "I have some very impressive typing skills, I'm easy to get along with, and I work hard. I don't mind doing most things. The only condition on my end is that it not be permanent."

"Excellent." Wickham stood up, "Let's get you on a computer for testing and see what we can do with you." His hand grazed her back as they headed to the testing area.

How hot was this guy? He was the color of creamed coffee and was blessed with a body that, while muscular, was not bulky. When he smiled his eyes crinkled kindly, and his whole face was made inviting. He was tall and had a presence that radiated good humor and liability. He smelled like he had just stepped out the shower. Delicious.

She completed the typing and numerical keying tests when George popped his head in, "Listen, I've just had something come in. I know you aren't done testing yet, but I think you'd be perfect."

"What is it?"

"Data entry. Extremely boring, of course, but it pays sixteen an hour. And they need someone for six months exactly. You'd be entering files into a database for the circuit county judge."

Apparently she would never escape being a legal secretary. "That sounds right up my alley."

"I'll tell them you're in. Stop by my desk when you're done and I'll give you the details."

"Sure." Elizabeth rushed through the spelling and math tests and hurried down the corridor to Wickham's desk.

"Here's the directions, you'll start on Monday."

"Great!"

"Uh...Miss Bennet ... has anyone ever told you that you have a wonderful smile?"

Lizzy's stomach jolted. Was he hitting on her? "I'm sure that's something you hear on a daily basis."

"I won't pretend it's not a compliment I have heard before. However, I do wish that all of the people who come in here were as beautiful as you."

"Well, if that's to be the case, I must return the compliment. You aren't so bad yourself."

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but do you have plans for Saturday?"

Did he just ask her out? She was the luckiest girl sometimes. "I'm sorry I have a function to attend, but I would definitely be interested for another time."

"It wouldn't happen to be the Bingley gala, would it?"

"Yes, actually."

"Ah-ha. A friend of mine invited me to attend. I wasn't going to go, but I think I may have changed my mind. Perhaps I'll see you there."

He grinned at her again and she was toast. She wanted to see him before then. He was gorgeous, funny, and amiable. "This may be silly, but, I'm going to a movie tonight with my sisters. Would you like to come?" Jane had to get a load of this one. Elizabeth had never been out with anyone this good looking before.

"Not silly at all, Elizabeth. I'd be delighted."

They exchanged numbers and Lizzy enjoyed the shaky anxious feeling that looking forward to a date gave you.

"What are we seeing?" Caroline leaned into Darcy's arm.

"I don't care, it wasn't my idea." Darcy rarely had time to attend the movies and paid little attention to what was out in the theatre. He had a great interest in seeing that they remain popular, and that the epicenter of the industry remained in California, but the films themselves were of little concern to him. He could not remember the last time he went to a public theatre. He much preferred watching a DVD at home, or attending a private screening amongst close friends and closed doors.

"How about something violent." Richard scanned the marquee.

"You're a very predictable Dick."

"Caroline, has anyone ever told you how clever you are?"

"No. No they haven't, Dick."

"What do you suggest, Bingley?"

"Something funny. I need to be distracted for a couple of hours." He'd been locked up in a strategy session with Darcy, James Bennet, and a few others all day. He was in desperate need of a diversion.

Darcy caught a glimpse of dark curls bobbling up and down ahead of him. As had disturbingly had become his custom, he checked to see if it was Elizabeth Bennet. The woman in question was not Elizabeth, but had to have been some sort of relation as the similarities in their faces went beyond coincidence. Her laugh was like Elizabeth's, though coarser and much more loud. The young woman had to be one of the Bennet sisters. He observed her talking loudly with a gaggle of teen-aged boys. She slapped one playfully and threw her arms around another. The girl was quite the accomplished flirt. He noticed another girl with the same hair and features standing next to her. Another of the Bennet brood. Just past the group of youngsters he spied Jane Bennet's blonde head talking casually with what he assumed to be yet another dark haired Bennet sister. Did they always travel in a pack? And where was Elizabeth? The prospect of seeing her brightened his countenance considerably. Pushing up on the tops of his feet, he scanned for her. Bingo. There she was, holding hands with a man he did not recognize. He strained for a closer look and was rewarded when her companion turned to her whispered in her ear. What the hell was she doing with George Wickham? Why was he touching her? Why did they look so intimate? They were six or seven people ahead of them in the queue, but he paid attention to the register as the couple purchased their tickets. He saw the title of the movie they were seeing flash on the display. "I say we go see Highway of Zombies."

"What? No, I hate scary movies." Caroline protested.

"All the better, you will have to sit close to me so I can protect you." Darcy smiled at Caroline. Highway of Zombies was the only film in this theatre he had any interest in seeing. It was the one that Elizabeth was going to. Telling himself that his reaction had nothing to do with jealousy and everything to do with making sure she did not fall under Wickham's influence, he handed the cashier his card and purchased tickets for everyone.

"Does anyone want popcorn?" Richard asked, trying to keep pace with Darcy, who was hurrying towards the auditorium

"That sounds good. Darcy, wait for me, will you? Caroline called.

"I'll go in and save us some seats." He didn't have time for refreshments. He had to make sure he got a seat close to the Bennets. He stepped into the darkened hallway and heard her laughing. She was flanked by George and Jane. The seats in the row above her were open. He hurried up the steps and nabbed the seats directly behind them.

Charles wandered into the theatre and looked up for his friend, "Darcy?"

Jane smiled upon hearing his voice and waved to the gentleman. His face lit up and he waved back grinning dumbly. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Bingley spotted Darcy and took the seat next to him. Elizabeth and Wickham were in a deep conversation and didn't notice the exchange. That changed, however, as Bingley made his way down the line, greeting each sister by name. When he reached Elizabeth he pointed in front of him, alerting her to Darcy's presence. Wickham and Elizabeth turned around and saw a look of intense hatred on his face. His mouth was set in a thin line and his eyes shone with unbridled animosity. The lady, thinking it was directed at her, waved sarcastically and turned around. Wickham knew the look was solely for him. He maintained steady eye contact, confident that Darcy would not risk making a scene.

He was right in the supposition as Darcy broke contact. What he desired was getting the man away from Elizabeth. Richard and Caroline came up the stairs giggling at some shared joke. Both stopped short when they saw Wickham. Charles was oblivious to the issue, as Darcy had not told him about his past with Wickham. Caroline, and especially Richard, knew exactly who he was. They rushed up the aisle. "What is he doing here?"

"I do not know for certain, but I think he is here with Elizabeth."

Caroline hated to say it, but no woman deserved to be thrown in the path of George Wickham. "We should do something."

Richard was taken aback at her. He had assumed Caroline would feast upon this with her usual snarky delight. "Like what?"

"I don't know. Get them away from each other for starters."

Darcy would not waste anymore time. Now that someone else had supplied the suggestion, it freed him from thinking about any of his ulterior motives for separating the two. Charles was still chatting with Jane and he used it to his advantage. "Would you like to sit next to Charles? We could switch seats."

"Yes! That would be great." Bingley owed him one.

Before anyone could protest Darcy climbed down into the abandoned seat next to Elizabeth. "Hello, Miss Bennet."

"Mr. Darcy." She gestured to Wickham. "This is George Wickham. George Wickham this is..."

"I know who he is." Darcy growled and cut her off.

She was clearly affronted by his behavior and excused herself from her seat. "Okay then. I'll be back in a minute."

He knew that he was being rude, but he could apologize later. "Leave her alone." He spat to his neighbor.

George did not answer or acknowledge that he had heard him.

"I'm going to sit with Denny and the rest of the boys. Do you wish to come, Kitty?" Lydia announced, getting up from the other side of Darcy.

"Sure." The pair left, which prompted Caroline and Richard to take them.

Elizabeth was much put out upon her return. She slunk down in her seat furious at the fact that she had to sit with the two people she most loathed in the world. "What are you playing at?" she whispered to Darcy.

"Nothing. I came to see the movie."

"I'm on a date and I'd prefer to not spend it sitting next to you."

"I don't see why that should bother you. You should focus on paying attention to your date, not me." He was relieved that she chose to address him so quickly. It proved she preferred him to Wickham.

How dare he? How was it she could never escape Fitzwilliam Darcy? She had resigned herself to having to see him on Saturday, but the indignity of having him ruin her date was unbearable. She leaned to Wickham, "Can we move?"

He turned his head to answer her and his gaze met Darcy's once more. The two shared a silent display of anger and aggression and Elizabeth realized that Darcy had not been rude to her. They had to have known each other, what they shared was not how two strangers would behave.

"That's a terrific idea." He got up and moved to aisles up. The lady soon followed.

"Darcy, I'm suddenly having a problem seeing the screen. Perhaps a couple rows up would be better." Richard said, moving to sit with the duo.

Darcy's gaze followed him and he saw that Richard placed himself next to Elizabeth and that Wickham was not in his seat beside her by the aisle. He tapped Caroline on the shoulder and indicated that he was going up as well. He slid into Wickham's seat and gave a smile to the lady. She rolled her eyes, and much to his enjoyment, gave him the one finger salute. He laughed loudly and discovered that annoying Elizabeth was a very entertaining pastime.

"What are you doing?" She asked and groaned as Caroline scooted her way through and took the seat next to Richard.

"Didn't like the view from down there." Richard explained.

"Well are you planning on getting up when George comes back?" She fixed her stubborn glare on Darcy.

"I would," he started, throwing his hands up apologetically, "But it appears that I can't move my legs." He was rewarded with a deepening glare.

"Fine. If you won't move, I will." She was stopped by Richard, who put his arms across her legs. "Movie's starting."

"I don't care." She pulled him off her and began to rise. Richard tried again. Grabbing her hand he said, "You can't move. I get scared at movies like these, I'll need someone to protect me."

"Richard, I'm on a date. Customarily one sits next to the person they are on a date with." Why was everyone being so weird? She saw Wickham come up the stairs. She waved him over and grabbed her purse. The lines of Darcy's body changed entirely. Gone was the aloofness and superiority. In its place was anger so palatable that he need not say a word. Wickham was not stupid and understood that the trio meant to separate him from Elizabeth. He would have taken his chances under normal circumstances, but he had not seen Darcy that agitated in a long time. Not wishing to open an certain can of worms, he whispered loudly, "Don't worry about it, we can catch up after the movie."

Elizabeth was not sure how to react. Darcy obviously made him uncomfortable, but she was miffed that he would bow down to him like that. Apparently it would be up to her to stand up for them. "No. Darcy or Richard will move."

"Uh, could you all make up your minds and shut up?" A voice interjected from behind them, "Silence is golden, dudes."

Darcy patted her arm and whispered into her ear, "Stay where you are. You'll thank me for it later."

Arrogant prig. She remained seated for the sake of the others around her. At least she didn't have to talk to any of them. You'll thank me for it later. Like she was going to run around and tell all her friends that the great Senator Darcy had allowed little old her to sit next to him at the movies. His almighty benevolence would be better spent someplace else. She had not thought it possible, but if it came down to it, she'd rather be next to Willie Collins than him. She wasn't going to let them win and became determined to enjoy this film as she had no other.

She enjoyed horror films but the pictures on the screen were extremely violent. She was only 5 minutes in and already there had been seven explicit fatalities. The movie poster hadn't been kidding when it said it was the most graphic horror film of all time. This is the last time I let Lydia pick the movie, she thought, and squirmed at a close up of a zombie enjoying a dinner of fresh brains. It looked so realistic that she unknowingly latched onto Darcy's arm and held fast.

There we go. He had begun to doubt she held any interest in him, but now here she was clinging to his arm, her own date not even three feet away. A warm victorious feeling spread from his arm throughout his person. He could beat this thing now that he knew she wanted him. Now she was just another woman, albeit one he had spent an alarming amount of time thinking about. He was on his way to recovery. Her affections were assured and he assumed that his own desires would begin a quick death. She held no real power over him, after all. It was just a crush and could easily be forgotten. He was now free to move along with Caroline and get his life on track. He turned to her and was touched when he saw the look of revulsion and fear on her face. Once again, his mind betrayed him. For the first time since he had known her, she looked vulnerable. This stirred within in him a primal instinct to protect her. He closed his free hand around hers. She did not seem to mind. He gave it a quick squeeze and smiled softly. Rationality be damned, he really liked her. It mattered for nothing, but there it was. He really, really liked her. She tightened her grip on his arm and he knew that he could not continue with their flirtations for much longer. His heart was getting too close to her. He feared that any declaration from her would override his common sense and then ... then he could flush his career down the toilet.

Chapter Fourteen

Posted on Friday, 26 November 2004

Today was, without a doubt, the most humiliating day of Elizabeth Bennet's life. She stared at her hand in Fitzwilliam Darcy's and felt a horrible dread fill the pit of her stomach. She imagined that it had to have been going on for 15 minutes or so, but she could not be sure as she had only just now become aware of the situation. How it had come to be she did not know for certain, but that was not her primary concern. How could she remove herself from him without making him aware of the fact that she had grabbed him in the first place was foremost on her mind With any other man it would have been easy to laugh it off, but this particular gentleman seemed to have a special disdain for her. She knew Darcy well enough to suppose that he would think she was interested in him, providing him with even more ammunition against her. Not that she particularly cared, but now he would have something on her. Why did things like this always happen? This was supposed to be fun date with the hottest guy that had ever paid any attention to her, and now she's holding hands with Fitzwilliam Von Snooty and sitting next to his Caviar Gang. She did not think Richard so bad; he had displayed a sense of humor and proved an easy conversationalist when she'd met him. Caroline, she was surprised, did not spend the movie giving her death rays, but watched the movie, leaning over every now and again to whisper something to Richard. That was certainly interesting. Mr. Darcy had better keep an eye on his girlfriend. She now had hope. If Caroline hadn't noticed anything, then certainly Darcy hadn't. He would have removed himself if he had, she rationalized. Now, should she ease her hands out and continue to watch the movie, or were more drastic measures to be taken? She looked down the line again and weighed her options. How did you not notice grabbing a person's arm? Her humiliation started anew. She stared at her hand wrapped around his arm and his hand resting over hers. Oh God. What does that mean? Oh God, he knows. She blushed deeply and bolted out of her seat, tapped Wickham on the shoulder, and left the theatre.

"I'm so sorry, but I had to get out of there." She said, grabbing her car keys out of her purse. "I could not take another minute of their behavior."

George nodded, and pulled the door open. "I can't blame you."

"I can't help but be rude, but how do you know Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

"It's a very long story. Want to get some coffee?" He smiled and wrapped his arm around her.

"Sure."

Darcy watched Elizabeth walk away and once she was out of eyesight he followed her. If he could have stopped himself, he certainly would have. He was dying to know what she was up to. His curiosity alone had forced him out of his seat. If she was trying to be intriguing it was working very nicely.

She was flustered, and was smiling apologetically to George they walked across the lobby. He sat down on a bench and watched them walk out the doors. What were her intentions? She had looked embarrassed, but why? Did she feel bad for being affectionate with him while out with Wickham? There was no other explanation, really. He admired her sense of loyalty. He frowned. This had to be stopped. He could never be with her and he must stop thinking about her in those terms. He knew his job was now much more difficult now that he knew she returned his feelings. He stewed and gave hard thought to his responsibility to marry. It was expected of him and what time wasn't moving any slower. He would not think about Elizabeth Bennet anymore and he would soon invite the Bingleys to Pemberley

Panic hit Caroline mid chest. Darcy and Elizabeth were gone. She got up from her seat and poked her head out of the double doors of the auditorium. She had a full view of the lobby and she found Darcy sitting on a bench frowning. You let yourself get distracted one time...Richard had kept on making fun of her, grabbing at her sides during intense scenes and whispering boo in her ear during the eerie, quiet ones and she hadn't been paying attention to Elizabeth and Darcy. Darcy looked so sad. He was resting on his hands staring at the wall with a look somewhere between determination and misery.

"What are you doing?" Richard popped up out of nowhere and made Caroline jump.

"Seeing where Darcy and Elizabeth are." She pointed to the now closed doors.

"And?"

"The heifer is nowhere to be found and Darcy is brooding."

"That doesn't sound too good for you, my dear."

"For the millionth time, Darcy is my boyfriend. He's with me. He stays with me. And he's going to marry me. I am sure of it now more than ever."

"I was wondering about that. It was very humane of you to suggest helping out the dreadful Elizabeth." He teased.

"I didn't do it because I like her. I did it because I hate George Wickham and if I can prevent him from preying on any woman I will, no matter how trashy they are."

"She's not trashy." Richard liked Elizabeth. She was funny and smart.

"Fine. Then how about unrefined?"

"If refined means rich and cares more about appearances than personal happiness."

"You underestimate the power of appearances. Appearances are essential to being successful. You need to fit a certain mold."

"Why do you hate Wickham so much?"

"Personal reasons."

"Care to share?"

"No."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Like I'm supposed to believe you."

"Look at me." He pointed to his eyes. "I won't tell."

"Its nearly pitch black in here. I can't see your eyes."

"I promise."

"Okay, but if I tell you, you can't tell anyone and you aren't allowed to tease me for the next three days and you have to promise to go home soon."

"Deal."

"I decided to go slumming with George Wickham, if you get what I'm saying. He's gorgeous, I was lonely, and it was exciting to be with someone so different from me. I was convinced he was working out his socioeconomic frustrations. That his reason for being with me was to get back at all the rich kids he'd grown up around. But I was having a good time so I let it go. A month or so after we took up with each other I noticed some irregularities on my bank statement. Someone had gotten a hold of my debit card and went on a little three grand shopping spree. I didn't even suspect George at first. I thought it had been a mistake on the bank's end. I was wrong." She had not cared for him that deeply and she was more angry than hurt by his actions. Those feelings were compounded when she learned of his involvement with the Darcy family.

"Wow."

"Yeah. I told the bank I remembered that I had put on those charges. I chalked it up to a fool's tax."

"No one knows?"

"He wasn't going to run around telling everyone he stole from me. He knows I'd rat him out if he blabbed."

"Why don't you?"

"It's not worth it. Everyone finds out I got fleeced and I get humiliated. He doesn't walk away roses, but at least he gets to be the manipulator and not the foolish victim."

"Should we get Darcy and go home?"

"I think that's a perfect idea."

Wickham stirred his coffee as Elizabeth leaned over conspiratorially. "So how do I know Fitzwilliam Darcy? That's a hard question. My father was his father's live in assistant. He oversaw the running of Pemberley, the Darcy family estate on the coast in San Diego. It's a magnificent place, thousands of acres of reserves and this huge, gorgeous house." He spoke with genuine affection and Elizabeth could see how much he had loved the place. "My dad ran a crew of fifty or so workers. Everyone from the gardeners to drivers. Mr. Darcy, Fitzwilliam's father, was an outstanding man and was very close to my family. He had always intended to pay for my education in full and to allow me a monthly stipend throughout my years of schooling. Mr. and Mrs. Darcy died our junior year of college. We all grieved and missed him terribly, but he had not forgotten us in his will. He was gracious enough to set up a fund for my learning endeavors in the case of his demise. I was grateful because I knew that if it were left up to his son, I would never get the financial help I needed."

"Did you two never get along?"

"We did when we were children, but as we got older he began to distance himself from me."

"Why do you think that was?"

"A combination of things, the fact that I was the help's son, that he was a spoiled brat who got whatever he wanted and became resentful of his father's attentions to me, that he is by nature a man who enjoys nothing but feeling superior to those around him."

"That is exactly what I think of him. I met him at a function for Charles Bingley and he said, even though I was standing not even two feet from him, that I was ugly and not worth talking to. It didn't bother me, really. He doesn't bother to hide his feelings towards the peasants, I suppose."

"I would agree with you on that." He reached for her hand across the table, "But he is wrong. You are definitely worth talking to."

"Thank you." She lowered her eyes, flustered by his attention.

"So then after Mr. Darcy passed," He continued, "Fitzwilliam refused to grant his father's wishes and left me in the lurch. I had planned on going to law school, but without help I couldn't. I would have been in 80 thousand dollar debt if I had school loan payments, not to mention the fact that I'd have to work to support myself. So one day I went into AcuTemps and got a job. I was sent to the Longbourn branch a month ago. It's a long story. Sorry."

"Don't be." He looked so wistful, stirring his coffee and staring at the other side of the booth. "It's a very sad story, though. All that wasted potential over petty jealousies."

"To be honest, I don't think it was jealousy. He had a definite inclination against me from the start."

"What sort of inclination?"

"He would sometimes call me derogatory names. With a certain ethnic tinge."

"No. He's a racist?"

"Not openly. But I have always felt that the root of his problem with me was that I'm mixed. My father was white and my mother black. He always treated her and myself coldly whenever we were alone with him. It is the only reason I have come up with for his behavior. I only wonder where he learned it, because it was certainly not from his father."

"I knew he was a jerk, but now he's a bigoted jerk? How did he ever get elected?"

"A good family name carries a long way. And anything else can be hushed up with money."

She had disliked Darcy before, but now she absolutely detested him. It made sense. She knew he had a predilection for superiority. Apparently he was superior about everything, even his race.

"Anyway. Let's talk about something pleasant." George changed the subject.

"How are you liking Longbourn?"

"It's small and charming. Not the worst place I've been, not the best."

"Have you traveled a great deal?"

"Not particularly. But this is my first time living in a small town. I was grew up in San Diego and went to school close to San Francisco."

"Where did you go?"

"Stanford. With Fitzwilliam."

"Oh."

"Can't seem to escape him, can I?"

"I know how you feel."

Chapter Fifteen, Part I

Posted on Thursday, 9 December 2004

Elizabeth slumped onto the couch next to Jane, "How much longer do we have to wait?" She regretted their insistence at getting ready and then meeting their mother. She should have known that her sisters would not have been ready to go. When Jane offered to have her come over to prepare, she jumped at it.

Sighing loudly she padded down the hall to her sister's room. "Really Lydia, how much longer are you going to be? We're going to be late as it is."

"I don't see what you're so impatient about. Yourdate isn't here yet. Lizzy, are you going to let him kiss you goodnight?" Lydia threw her arms around her sister, making moist kissing noises.

"Get ready. Now." She fixed a glare on her sister and looked for Kitty to deliver the same message to her.

She peeked in on Mary, who was sitting on the bed, buried in a book. "Timeliness is a virtue. Don't worry about me." Mary sniffed.

"Right." Elizabeth nodded and pulled open the door to Kitty's room. She was still wearing her shorts and tanktop from earlier in the day. "Katherine Bennet, why aren't you even dressed?"

It came out harsher than she had intended, and Kitty's face screwed up and two tears came running down her right eye. "I don't know what to wear! I thought I had it all figured out, but then mother said that yellow washed me out, and then Lydia said the other one was too tight and that it made me look like I had fat rolls on my sides." She cried harder, and continued, "And I don't have anything else to wear. I'm not going."

"Kitty." Elizabeth sat next to her on the bed. "Put them both on quickly and I'll give you my opinion."

She wiped her nose and put on the yellow dress. "See. I look like I'm dead."

"Put on the other one." Kitty did not look all that bad in yellow, but it wasn't her best color.

Kitty pulled on the green dress and Elizabeth examined her. There was a piped seam that ran along the waist of the dress that made it look as though Kitty was poking out at the sides. The dress was probably a size smaller than what Kitty wore. "Okay, we can fix this easy, and this one looks much better on you."

"I do look fat in it?"

"You should start buying the right size. You would be able to squeeze in it normally, but that piping gives you away. Makes it lay funny."

"I got it on clearance. It was the only size they had."

"If you got a really good deal then I forgive you. Anyway, I have something in my room that will fix it."

Elizabeth pulled Kitty by the hand to her room and opened up her sock drawer. "Control Top pantyhose."

"What?"

"They have a beautifully reinforced top on them and will hold in your squishy parts."

"Aren't these for old people?" Kitty

"Kitty, put them on and be done with it."

"No. You're saying I'm fat!"

"You know that you aren't fat." Elizabeth sometimes worried about her sister. It seemed as though Kitty felt that being a healthy size seven was worse than being an emaciated size zero. "If you don't want to wear them, then I suggest that you wear the yellow dress."

"But the green one looks better."

"Then wear the pantyhose." Elizabeth dangled them in front of her. "Get over feeling fat and old for wearing them. All you need is a little something to hold your sides in. No one will even know you're wearing them."

"Okay." She smiled gratefully at her sister.

"Hurry up and get ready. We need to leave soon."

"I'm glad you're home, Lizzy."

Elizabeth was touched by the comment and leaned down to give her sister a hug. "It's nice to be here." She gave pause on that and amended, "Most of the time, leastways."

She rejoined Jane on the couch. "Dress crisis with Kitty. Fixed now. Thank God I'm a genius."

"Is she alright?"

"I think so."

"I'm going to check on her, see if she wants help with her hair, or anything."

"Tell Lydia to get a move on while you're back there."

Jane's departure marked Willie Collins' arrival. Elizabeth answered the door and was greeted by somber blackness. He wore black pants, socks, shoes, jacket, and shirt. On his head rested a great broad rim hat of black felt. The only speck of color bloomed at his throat, a purple priest's tab attached to his collar. "Hello, Elizabeth, you magnificent creature. You looking quite well tonight. I will be the object of many a man's envy."

Why was it that empty words of practiced flattery worked so much better when good looking people employed them? She was a good judge of sincerity, and could often sniff out the best of charmers, but when Collins did it wasn't the usual feeling of cynical enjoyment. It was creepy. To think of him being with anyone was unpleasant, at best. Much less her.

"I hope that I can secure you for the first dance."

Elizabeth smiled as best she could and replied, "Certainly." All she had to do was show up with him and dance with him once. There were worse things, right?

"I was thinking earlier today about Rosings. I know that you have an interest in Washington. You would be most welcome to stay at my place if you'd like to visit. It is situated on the Rosing estate and you will not find better grounds in the city"

"I hadn't planned on visiting Washington anytime soon." She did not elaborate and he continued.

"I would like to introduce you to Lady Catherine. She is very anxious to meet you."

"Maybe one day."

"Yes."

There was a lull in conversation and Elizabeth took advantage of it, "I'm going to check on my sisters. Don't want to be late." She smiled and walked to Kitty's door.

"Is Willie here?" Jane asked, pinning the back of Kitty's hair up.

"Yes. So I am here."

"Mom is trying to make sure Willie has a nice visit. I am only sorry that you are the one that has to deal with the brunt of it."

"Well, you are the only one. Mom seems to be quite pleased with the idea of me with Collins. And don't think for two seconds that Mom is just trying to be nice to him. She encourages him at every turn. You know, he wanted you at first, but Mom rescued you."

"What?"

"She rescued you. Jane you must see how much Charles Bingley likes you. She's saving you for him."

Jane colored and dropped the section of Kitty's hair she was working on. "She didn't say anything, did she?"

"Heavens no, lest she jinx it."

"Actually, she told Willie Collins that you were sterile." Kitty interjected cheerfully, curling the front of her hair, "We were all shocked when it came tumbling out of her mouth."

"Why would Mom say things like that? How can I ever explain myself to Willie? He should know the truth. That was very wrong of her."

"Do you really want him after you? Much better to let me deal with him. I'd hate to see you marry him out of pity."

"I would never do that!"

"I am perfectly able to see you not having the heart to turn him down. He'd be down on one sweaty, little knee, squinting and mouth breathing all over you, and you saying yes so you won't hurt his feelings."

"Oh Lizzy, no!" Jane's eyes flew open and she covered her mouth with her hands, laughing, "I could never!"

"Perhaps you should let Mom's lie slide, then. I've seen you turn men down."

"What are you talking about?" Jane playfully demanded.

"I will never forget the time she turned down Michael Shepley. He was an intern for Dad about seven years ago." She informed Kitty smilingly. "He was funny and cute. Not holy smokes cute, but cute enough. He was a very bright man and helplessly in love with our Jane."

"Lizzy, who could have rejected him and not felt pain over it? He was such a nice guy."

"Yes he was. He was also a terrible brown noser and braggart. Any time people importance were around he put on his 'promising young gentleman' act, so transparent. 'I was on Michigan's top ranked Forensics Team and was ranked in the top five in debate.' However, no one is perfect and he was generally a good sort of person."

"He was ranked in the top five, though." Jane said.

"It got so tiresome. The same routine every time. And as soon as they were gone he was back to being likable. He was not good enough for you. Anyway, It took Michael some months to work up the courage to ask her out. Jane very politely told him that she wasn't interested, but would like to be friends, and she gave him her phone number and began to see him outside of Dad's office. She made it very clear that they were platonic, but not three months later people began referring to her as Michael's girlfriend. She confronted him and the wretched nerd has been told everyone they're together."

"You make it sound so villainous. It was kinda sweet." Jane admonished.

"Sweet in a lying, weaselly sort of way. Anyway, Michael begged her not to tell on him, and Jane, being inhumanely forgiving and kind, goes along with it for 2 entire months."

"I wasn't interested in anybody at the time. It wasn't hurting anything. If you could have seen how embarrassed and sorry he was you would have done the same thing. I didn't actually date him. I just let him tell other people that we did."

"But is it not true that to this day if someone asks you if you used to go out with Michael Shepley you say yes?"

"Yes." Jane smiled. "I do. We agreed that it would be our little secret."

"So she is absolutely not to be trusted to handle Willie Collins. The task falls to me and I will bear it with a smile." She grinned brightly. "For now."

Elizabeth stepped into the foyer of Netherfield and was astonished at the number of people in attendance. This went far beyond the small circle of Longbourn, and she recognized more than one face in the crowd. Willie offered her his arm and she accepted, not wanting to be rude. This had to have been Darcy's doing. Elizabeth had been around for many of her father's fund raising events, and she had never seen Anderson Cooper at any of them.

"I believe you promised me the first dance?" Willie leaned over and Elizabeth let him lead her to the dance floor. Better to get it over with sooner rather than later. She was in good enough spirits to not cringe when Collins snaked his arms around her waist, and was much relieved that he held her at a respectable distance. She was distracted by looking for Wickham and she barely noticed as he awkwardly maneuvered her across the dance floor.

Darcy had noticed her as she walked through the door. In fact he had purposefully kept himself within viewing distance of the entrance. She looked beautiful. She had taken very careful notice over her appearance and he was delighted to see that she had come tonight looking her best. No other woman in the room could compare to her. Her features, he recalled with shame, had impressed him as plain upon their first acquaintance, and perhaps, they were. But her intelligence and vivaciousness breathed life into her physicality, enhancing her plain parts and making more obvious her pretty ones. She was dancing with someone he did not recognize and he felt sorry for her as her partner took her on a whirlwind tour of the dance floor. The man had waltzed his way across the room once at an unnaturally fast pace and was quickly rounding his second lap, talking the entire time. Darcy noted the look of passive horror on Elizabeth's face and decided that he would ask her to dance with him later, if only to save her from further humiliation.

His attentions were distracted by a familiar male voice greeting him, "Darcy! Long time no see! I was wondering how long you were going to shirk your duties and hole up with Bingley. Don't you have a job?"

"Out of session. You know that." He smiled upon seeing his friend and fellow freshman senator, Lincoln Taylor.

"Yes, indeed. I'm surprised the committee hasn't put you to work yet."

"They did. I told Jennings that I wanted to help secure District 15 for Charles."

"Yes, I told Jennings the same thing and he sent me to Montana to fund raise. I'll tell you what, I wish I were you sometimes. Jennings always gives you what you want."

"He knows Charles is a good friend." Darcy did receive special consideration a lot of the time, but felt that is was well earned and not something he abused so he felt little guilt over the matter.

Taylor gave another glance to Charles and Jane, "Who is the woman he's dancing with."

"Jane Bennet."

"She's rather good looking. Any relation to James?"

"His daughter."

Taylor let out a low whistle. "What's going on with him? It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't running for the same seat James used to hold...but.." Taylor wouldn't have minded a shot at Jane Bennet himself, but he didn't have an election to worry about.

"Nothing that can't be stopped." Darcy was confident that while the two were attracted to one another, Charles knew better than to pursue it.

"Seems doubtful." Taylor studied the couple as they danced and chatted, "He seems to like her well enough."

"Charles falls in love more easily than any person I have ever known. He is not seriously attached to her."

"Bull. I've seen Charles in love, doubtless we all have. He is paying her exclusive attention, Darcy. I have never seen him do that with a woman before." Charles was usually found to be working the room, never to let one thing or person capture his full attention.

"They've known each other for a month. He is in no danger."

"Doubtful, still, Darcy." Taylor turned to his friend, "I think he is in love with her."

"You sound like a woman."

"He is."

"And what do you think the lady's feelings are?"

"Hard to say, I've only observed them for a few minutes. She smiles at him, she laughs, they talk. I don't know."

"But you think he is attached to her?"

"Absolutely."

Darcy watched them for some time. He was not convinced that Taylor had been right, but he could see where the man had been coming from. Bingley saw no one else in the room but Jane Bennet. Darcy admonished himself. He should have been paying more attention to his friend, but he had been distracted himself. He made a decision to watch the two more closely. In so many ways Bingley's situation much reflected his own. They had business to attend to in Boston and Darcy was pleased by the thought of being away from the Bennet sisters.

"Senator Darcy," The sqauttish man that had been dancing with Elizabeth approached him with a deferent bow, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am William Collins. I work under your aunt, Lady Catherine DeBourgh. I know that you are busy, so please pardon my introduction, I only wanted to tell you that the Lady was in good health and spirits when I saw her last. She has told me so much about you that I could not help but make my acquaintance to your family known."

Darcy turned to Taylor for a bit of help, thankfully he had friends in possession of easy, talkative, and social dispositions, for he was quite at a loss at how to reply to Collins. He was frustrated when he realized that Taylor had slipped away, he stood still for a beat and mumbled back, "Yes. That is good to hear." The two men stood in each other's company for some moments in complete silence. Willie, because he dared not offend the nephew of Lady Catherine and Darcy because he never knew what to say to people who wanted only to compliment and flatter him. The time passed slowly for both until Darcy collected himself and walked away.

"He's not that bad, Lizzy." Charlotte said after her friend was done with her dance.

"You can have him." Lizzy teased.

"Elizabeth Bennet?" A man she had never met approached them. "Hello, I'm Sean Denny, friend of George Wickham. He wanted me to tell you that he couldn't make i. They both looked at Darcy and her stomach jumped when she noticed her was looking at her. She felt the creep of annoyance tick on her face. "He didn't want to see a certain someone..."

"Thank you for relaying the message. I had been looking for him since I walked through the door."

Sean nodded and to them and headed back to his table.

"This will be the fifth evening of mine ruined by Mr. Darcy."

"He stares at you quite a bit. Have you noticed that?"

"Yes. He is looking at me, silently making a list of all my flaws."

"Has it ever occurred to you that he likes you?"

"Ha! Like likes me likes me?"

"Yes?"

"Mo. Mr. Darcy dislikes me just as much as I dislike him."

"I think he likes you."

"Too bad if he does."

"Lizzy, don't be crazy. I know you think he's an ass, but that man is a catch and a half." Charlotte had three things she was looking for in a man. The ability to provide a living, the ability to have children, and the ability to leave her alone. Darcy fit all three, and she thought Elizabeth stupid for refusing to admit she'd jump Darcy at the first chance.

"Not likely."

"Would you honestly pick George over him?"

"Yes. George is much better looking."

"Be serious."

"Yes. I would pick George in a second."

"You are a silly girl. Why pick the pauper over the prince?"

"George is a better person."

"And Fitzwilliam Darcy is a man of ten times his consequence."

The conversation was interrupted by the gentleman in question. He politely requested Elizabeth's hand for the next dance. Elizabeth was too surprised and embarrassed to say no. All she could think of was that he had overheard them. Charlotte gave her a knowing look as Darcy led her to the floor and she blushed shaking her head at Charlotte as she walked.

They began the dance in silence and remained there until she felt compelled to make some conversation.

"How are things going with Charles?"

"Very well. He is a natural. At this point his only real competition is himself."

"Meaning?"

"He must not get to complacent. As long as he is aware that nothing is guaranteed he will be fine."

She could tell that his words held a double meaning, but she could not figure out what it was. She left it alone and they danced in more silence.

Darcy could help himself no longer and brought up their night at the movies. "I see that you're dating George Wickham." He teased her lightly, wanting to get a reaction out of her.

Elizabeth stiffened and felt her annoyance rise. How dare he bring up George in such a manner? After his cruelties? "Yes. I am."

She bit her lip and decided to take the plunge. "He told me of his connection to you."

"Did he?" Darcy was not pleased. He had assumed that after what happened between them that she would have told Wickham to talk a walk.

"He said he quite misses your friendship," She said using the same laden tone he had prior.

Darcy said nothing.

She pressed further, "Yes. I'd even say that he'll miss your friendship for the rest of his life."

"I would wonder then, at how good his abilities at keeping friends are."

"He is well liked by me."

"Yes. And you do consider yourself to be an excellent judge of character." What story had Wickham filled her head with? What was she getting at? Darcy could not tell if she was being coy or if she was hinting at something.

"Yes."

He looked at her so smugly that she could not hold it in any further. "He also told me about the names you used to call him."

"What names?"

"You know what I am talking about."

"No."

"I never took you for a racist."

He stopped cold. "What did you say?"

"You heard me." She looked up at him defiantly.

"That is absolutely not true."

She studied him and found that his expression held the right amount of indignation and incredulity to make her believe him. She felt her confidence in Wickham crumble. Why had he lied? Surely it was a misunderstanding. She resolved to give George the chance to explain himself.

"I'm sorry for offending you. I was obviously under the wrong impression." It killed her to apologize to him, but it was the right thing to do.

They finished up the dance and, to varying degrees of aggravation, were unable to think of anyone but George Wickham.

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