This was supposed to be a fic for Final Fantasy, I was just thinking about the scene in Pride & Prejudice (2005 version) where Lizzie has her eyes closed to the sun. I was listening to "Liz On Top Of The World" from the soundtrack and this just sort of...happened. When the violins swept into a crescendo, it made me think of a kiss, one of those kisses that leaves you breathless...I couldn't help it, this thing became a Pride & Prejudice fic after all.

So of course, it got me thinking of all the possibilities...

What if Darcy walked out of the morning mist and Lizzie told him that her feelings weren't the same as they were last April? What if the Bennett family moved away, only to take a road-trip over Lizzie's spring break and come back to Longbourn? Will Darcy be waiting for her? And if so, would he be so bold as to propose a third time?

First Pride & Prejudice fic, AU, and I really hope I did it justice. Hopefully, multiple chapters of Lizzie and Darcy goodness because who doesn't love these two?

**Disclaimer: I don't own any version of Pride & Prejudice. The original work, being the novel, is Jane Austen's. I'm just an innocent little fangirl who's watched the movie far too many times on TV, so pleasepleaseplease don't sue me for things I never claimed to own.**

Rated T for language (that I'm sure all of you can handle) in later chapters, and mild suggestive content that'll also come a little later.

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The quiet was always shattered by that one thought – that one thought she'd never been able to put to rest. She had her eyes closed to her surroundings, trying to just breathe it all in, trying to slow her heart, which was going at an erratic and rather alarming pace for such a tiny thing. He's not here, she reminded it, reminded herself. The leaves were dappled in sunshine, gleaming emeralds in the breeze that whispered through her hair, the breeze that taunted her still. The air was the coolest it'd ever been, the coolest she could remember since the day he'd watched her go. . . .

Here we go again, she thought as the montage began behind her lids. She, looking at him for the first time, decided that he was an egotistical, insufferable man. And when they danced that night, he'd walked off in the middle of it like he'd thought the same of her. All the images thereafter spread out across her mind as stills, as beautiful as they were untouchable. And when she found herself going back to that night when they'd been so close, when she'd dared step closer to him, she'd seen something in those eyes of his, so blue she thought he'd found a way to bottle the sky. . .

And she'd wanted to drink in that sky, however intolerable its owner was. That was all she'd ever wanted, to drink in the sky-his sky. . . .

"Lizzie?" A hand shook her gently. She let her head fall back against the window, made herself look as relaxed as possible. The sweeping violins that'd been flowing from her headphones hadn't done much to calm her when that one thought shattered the quiet of her mind – that one thought of him that always turned into a hundred, into a thousand and two little thoughts of utter and total-

"Lizzie! Lizzie, sweetheart, c'mon dear, it's time to wake up and face the music!" The hand shook her again, maybe a little less gently than the first time.

"I'm already facing it and it isn't doing shit, Mom," She snuggled back into her seat, trying to soak in the rays of the sun without thinking about those same rays of dawn that'd danced on his face-

"Oh c'mon, Lizzie, just open your eyes, dear. Just one little look and you can go back to sleep, hmm?"

She didn't want to look, didn't want to be reminded of the morning mist and the way the clouds had looked like cotton candy that day. . .Or the blue of his eyes, so endless, so breathtaking that she was sure God had made his eyes out of a piece of sky, if she was allowing herself to be nonsensical.

"I don't want to see any of it, Mom," She insisted, curling up and into herself on the seat and wishing her headphones were noise-cancelling or noise-isolating or whatever it was they were calling it these days. Better yet, she just wished she wasn't in this place again, wished she had just stayed at home with her father. . .

"But Lizzie, it's-it's-"

"But Lizzie, it'll do you good to get some fresh air, hmm?" That's how her mother had gotten her into this road-trip in the first place. That was how her mother got her into everything. But Lizzie this, but Lizzie that.

"For the love of God, for once in your life will you leave me alone?" The car had lurched to a stop now, but she kept going. "I don't even want to be here and you know why. All of you," She looked to her sisters, each one in turn, before turning back to her mother to spit out, "Yet you drag me here because of what? Of what? Because of a lost love, a guy who I can never have because he was too proud, so caught up in himself that he couldn't even see that he was the only one who-"

"Lizzie, dear-"

"Don't you Lizzie me! I've gotten so tired of hearing my own name in the last seventy-two hours! I've gotten so tired of hearing his name in my head, gotten so tired of all of these memories, all of these-thesedaydreams I've let myself believe in," Behind her sunglasses, her chocolate eyes were alive with tears and gleamed like the leaves in the afternoon sun. "I can't keep doing this, can't keep pretending I'm going to see him again. I know that I'm not, and I know that it isn't right to take all this out on you, on all of you…So I-" She stumbled again, looking for the right words to express everything that'd been bottled up inside for the past three months. . .

"I'm sorry I've been such a wreck, I'm sorry I've let myself become so fascinated with the notion that he'd be here again," She moved away from Jane's soft touch, knowing all too well that the girl only wanted to help.

"Lizzie?" And when she looked to her sister, regardless of the golden glow her ridiculously large shades gave off, she realized that Jane had those same eyes, orbs of blue that captured the sky….

"I've gotta go, I-I'm sorry," And with that, Lizzie scooped her mesh bag off the floor, threw open the passenger side door, and was out of the car before anyone could hold her back.

The dust hadn't cleared yet and it scattered with the wind. But they watched her run past the gates of Longbourn, watched her long, graceful legs carry her into the thick grove of trees that surround its courtyards. Jane couldn't hear the lap of ocean waves against the jetties, but both girls knew the way to such a place, both knew how dangerous those cliffs could be if you were to strike out on your own. . .They'd spent lazy afternoons there, climbing the rocks and looking for seashells to braid into each other's hair.

But she had a feeling that Lizzie wasn't in the mood to reminisce about their games, today.

I hope I pulled this off pretty well...I mean, Pride & Prejudice is probably my favorite movie of all time, hands down.

I'm sorry a thousand times if it's complete rubbish, though. (I'm not British, I promise.) I'm still kind of new to this fan-fiction thing, but I'll get better at it in time.

Hope to have the next chapter up soon...

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