Do not own pride and prejudice or timer.

I just saw TiMER on netflix and I thought of this. I hope you like it. I realise I have not finished some of my other stories but they don't seem to be getting any reviews so I don't really feel I should continue them. I just really want to write this because I had an idea and it ended up here. So here you go.

The year was 2030. The year of the cure for cancer. The year of the solution to pollution. Most of all, it was the year of the timer. The timer, a device which can tell you who the person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with once you meet them. It is placed on your dominate hand and the countdown begins. However, if your future partner does not have a timer yet then your clock is left empty. Lastly if your partner in life dies or has their timer removed then your timer goes blank.

There are three things that are clear in this story...

1) My timer goes off in three days.

2) My mum is gushing in pride because of the fact that my sister Jane's timer goes off in three days as well.

3) It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife...and one such man and his sister and friend were arriving to spend the summer out in their recently acquired summer home...in three days. Oh fudge nuggets.

First let me introduce myself to you, my dear reader. My name is Elizabeth Bennett. I have one elder sister Jane, and one younger brother named James. I am 21 and living with my sister Jane in a small house in a city called Phoenix in a state called Arizona. Jane and I are on break from university and are spending it with our parents who live a place called Peoria. My parents live in a normal sized house in a small community filled to the brim with ladies who meet every Tuesdays and Wednesdays to gossip and crochet.

My mother, Fanny Bennett, how to explain her...loud, boasting, a bit daft, etc.. My father John Bennett is witty, smart, and a bit of an introvert. My little brother James is an alright kid. He is the little brother who spends the whole day with you to watch your favourite Doctor Who or Sherlock episodes when you're sick. He is the kind of brother who brings you ice cream and chamomile tea when you have cramps. He is the perfect little brother. My sister Jane is beautiful and she is genteel in every way. She is a fragile object who can break at the slightest touch. Jane is a calm and shy person who has the biggest heart on the planet. I, however am not. I am witty like my father and extroverted. My character is weird due to all of my involvement in fandoms such as Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, and Harry Potter. Yes, I am that kind of person.

Anyways back to my story... 03d-15h-23m-43s Is what my timer says as I sit in bed blogging. As I am about to reblog, yet again the Dean in shorts post, I hear a soft knock on my door. Jane comes in with the anxious look she has been wearing since the day we meet our 'ones' has been slowly creeping towards us.

"Janie"

"Lizzie"

"Can't sleep either huh?" I say as I reblog the post. Alt+left click, I have contributed my part in society.

"Not a wink, three days Lizzie! I wonder what he will be like." She sighs as she falls on my pink bean bag.

"I just hope my guys not a truckfaced douche bag." I reply as I scroll through the many Gifs of my multitude of fandoms.

"Lizzie, don't be like that." She scolds softly.

"Okay I will try not to be Lizzie...I will be the fancy Eliza Bennett of Hertfordshire homes." I exclaim proudly as Jane sighs.

I look at Jane's timer she meets her soulmate in exactly 20 minutes after I meet mine. Yaay, I get to meet the guy I have to spend the rest of my life with and commit to a relationship with a person who is...

A) Not Benedict Cumberbatch.

B) Most likely not a time traveller.

C) Not tumblr.

How will I go on?!

Jane leaves when she gets tired of me drooling over my boys (Benedict, Jensen, Misha, Jared, Matt, David, etc.)

After her departure I hear another knock. In comes James with a bowl of popcorn, nutella, and disc 1 season 1 of Supernatural.

"You up for a Marathon big sis?" He says as he holds up the DVD.

"Of course lil bro."

He smiles and jumps on my bed and we snuggle under the covers as I pop in the DVD into my laptops DVD holderplace and the Marathon begins.

For a 15 year old teen, my brother sure is a respectable young member of society. He is thoughtful, kind, and smart. Jane and I taught this kid well. He truly is the best little brother in the world.

"Hey James do you think this soulmate of mine is going to be like me?"

"Probably, Lizzie don't worry this guy has got to be an already Lizzie-approved guy if the fates or whatever tell you he is your partner in life."

"I guess. So when are you going to get your timer?" I ask him as Dean tells Sam their father has been missing on a hunting trip.

"I suppose I will get my timer in two days." He says as if it was a normal thing like getting a haircut. "What! You tell me now!"

"Surprise!" He says as he says as he smiles and tells me of the the doctor coming in two days to place his timer and all of our mum's plans. I laugh silently as he tells me of mum's dreams of having a son married to a governer's daughter or even better one of President's daughters being his future wife. Our mother is always dreaming big.

Well anyway back to my story...you don't want to hear about this anyway...so fast forward three days, to the night of Hertfordshire houses big cookout. The dreaded day of meeting the 'one'. Oh, and James timer still has dashes on it so his partner still hasn't got one yet.(-d -h -m -s), this is what his timer looks like. Back to story...

The music was softly drifting through out the night as I sat down on the grass and looked up at the stars. I had walked to the small park near the houses because I couldn't stay at the cookout. Everyone kept glancing at me and Jane. My mother couldn't keep her mouth shut. The word 'husbands' hung in the air and made its way into every conversation that night.

So I left. Here I am now. Sitting on the damp grass and looking at my timer.

One whole minute left.

My heart was racing.

Look at the beautiful stars...Doctor if you are up there come and save me, take me time travelling with you.

30 seconds.

Dun dun da da da da daa daaa Sherlock, I can deduce like John. take me with you on your adventures.

10 seconds.

Carry on my wayward son..there'll be peace when you are done...

5 seconds.

CRAP. Crappity crap crap craaap. I was suddenly stepped on by some guy and holy mother of Jesus it hurt. He stepped on my goddamned hand! And I was getting irritated by the constant beeping coming from my right arm and...oh fudgenuggets this guy is my person!

Well fuck me sideways and leave the money on my dresser, because my hand is probably broken but at least I met my person. Damn timers.

"S-s-sorry." He blunders as he stands up straight.

"Its a...umm...alright aghhh" I yelp in pain as I try to move my hand.

"Oh my gosh did I just break your hand!?" He says with a voice full of surprise. Damn this guy has surely got some brains.

"Yup you should really watch where you're going more often you might just break someone's hand!" I yell.

"Sorry. Here let me get you to the doctors. I guess I should introduce myself." Seriously is this guy for real.

"Yeah. Go on." I say sarcastically.

"I am Will Darcy, I am visiting with my friend and his sister."

He says as he helps me to the ground and we walk towards the cookout.

"I am Elizabeth Bennett and I am staying here for the summer." I say more quietly as I realise how handsome this guy looks.

In the soft glow of the dimly lit lanterns he looks handsome. His soft curls like that of Sherlock's framing his handsome face. A shaved face and a kind smile. I almost forgot my hand was broken due to his lack of direction.

My mother instantly saw me, eyes widening as she saw that this was my person.

"Lizzie! My dear who is this handsome gentleman?" She said as if she didn't already know.

"Hello Mrs. Bennett my name is Will Darcy, I am taking Elizabeth to the hospital it seems like her hand is broken."

"Lizzie however did that happen! Pish posh, no need for a doctor. I am sure it is but a small bruise, come now and join the party William and get to know Lizzie." Ugh she made his name longer.

We both looked at each other and I saw Will nod his head no and say "I am sorry Mrs. Bennett but since I am the cause of Elizabeth's injury I would like to see the damage I have caused and would therefore like to make up for it...and I don't believe you have had any medical training so therefore I do not trust your judgement, so to the doctors we go."

Once in the car we settled into awkward silence as we waited for James to hop in.

"Sooo...you go to school?" He asked.

"Yeah Arizona State" I said as I took another look at my fat and weird looking hand.

"Well this has got to be the worst meeting ever." He says as he chuckles.

"Yeah...how old are you?"

"23. You?"

"21. What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue, what's yours?"

"Green." I say as James jumps in the backseat.

"Hey guys sorry I took so long. Mum had me cornered. You okay there Lizzie?" He says as he puts on his seatbelt.

"I am quite fine. Thank you. My hand just feels like its about to explode."

"Oh. Here I brought you an ice pack." James says as he gives it to me.

Ugh, my left hand feels like a bitch.

Finally he drives towards the hospital and James starts questioning him about everything.

"Favourite thing to do?" James questions.

"Uh. Play futbol." Oh great he's an athlete.

"Where do you live?"

"Normally...in California, but since my sister has been staying in New York in our city house I have been living there."

"What's your sisters name?"

"Georgiana, she is 18."

"Hey Lizzie when's your birthday?" James turns his question towards me which is odd since he alreadly knows when my birthday is.

"The 26th of June. Why?"

"You turn 22 in eight days. Will, when's yours?" He goes on.

"The 24th of June"

"Oh wow! You turn twenty- wait up...how old are you?" He says in confusion.

"I am 23."

"So you turn 24 in six days."

"I am aware." He says with a tone I disapprove of when speaking to my little brother.

We arrived at the hospital and thankfully it was empty, we checked in and now we are waiting for a doctor to call on us.

"Thanks for bringing me. And for putting up with his talking." I say as I look towards James trying to decide what to get in a vending machine.

"It's no problem. James seems like a good kid." He sighs then adds.

"My sister used to act like him. Before this thing happened with a guy who was a great big bag of dicks." He finished.

"Is she okay?" I asked completely trying to ignore the fact that he just quoted Supernatural.

"She's fine now, just a bit more quiet and shy."

"He must have been a true assbutt." I say with a sideways look in my eye. He laughs then adds "Supernatural, we have something in common. Is it just me or does it emotionally pain you to watch season 1 because they are both so happy, but you know that Sam and Dean are going to go to hell and both of them are gonna die I don't know how many times."

"Yes oh my gosh me and James had a season 1 Marathon about three days ago and I felt like Niagara falls watching Sam and Dean actually smile and joke around with each other." I said enthusiastically. "Dean and Cas, what do you think about them." He says turning his chair towards me.

"They are secretly married."

"Bullseye. You can't spell subtext without buttsex." He jokes.

The doctor calls us up and he said yes indeed my hand was broken. So he put on a cast and gave me a sling and asked for my insurance card.

As bussiness was finished I felt better after the drugs the medicine guy gave me and felt like the tardis in the vortex. Wvorp wvo wvorp. Haha. Drugs. I was drugged. Drugged is what I was. Drugs in my system. I fell asleep in the car.

When I woke up I felt myself being carried by some guy. He placed me softly on my bed and I think I heard him say something about looking foreward to eating me. If this guys a cannibal I am out. Hold up why would he eat me. Of course looking forward to meeting me. Ha I am such a doofus. Anyways I fell into another drug induced slumber.

When I woke up my the next morning my mouth felt all cottony and weird. I finished getting ready...brushing teeth, shower, hair, putting on clothes.

I went downstairs and to my surprise two guys were already sitting down eating my mum's blueberry pancakes. Yummm blueberry pancakes. I didn't question them as I served myself and went to sit by Jane. She looked at me questioningly.

"What?" I said as I swallowed some heavenly food. She looked towards the guys. But instead I only saw Bacon.

"Holy Crap Bacon!" I said as I got some.

"Today is a great day Janie, because there is Bacon and pancakes and some damn strawberries. Why has mum prepared this heavenly spread." I said not mentioning the guys. One guy I knew as Will my timer guy. The other guy was a redhead I believe was Jane's timer guy.

"Hey Will. Hey good looking redhead." I said as they snickered. Really snickering? Soon James came down and his eyes grew wide at the food. He served himself and sat by me.

"Hi I am Charlie" The good looking redhead said as he offered me a handshake, and I handshook it?

"Lizzie...so your Janie's timer guy. How did you guys meet? Wait, let me guess, crowded room, low lights that make everything appear like a dream. You look in a certain direction because it feels like you should and then you see each other. One sees a beautiful blonde. The other sees a good looking redhead. And then boom! Your timers each go off as you make your way towards each other. Am I right or am I right?" I say as I get another bite.

"Ding dong that is wrong. They met when they bumped into each other and then as they saw into each others eyes...the windows to the soul and then their timers went off." James said in a soft breathy voice.

"Where is mum?" I questioned.

"She went out with dad to flagstaff to see uncle and aunt Gardiner for the whole week so she made us this spread this morning and invited Charlie and Will last night when you were drugged up."

"You should see me on Nutella." I whispered to Charlie who smiled.

"You shouldn't as her youngest brother I advise against it, she is like a hyper dog. She starts questioning the universe and the plots of Doctor Who and then she starts to make one little scene of Supernatural look like the writers did it for a bigger cause other than setting up the plotline."

"Anyway I'm out of here." I said grabbing my keys.

"Where are you going?" Jane asks?

"Me and Charlotte are going to go see Star Trek, didn't I tell you yesterday that we were going early so the theatre wouldn't be packed. It is our girls day out today!" I reply grabbing my bag.

"And can you drive?" Will said in an I-don't-think-you-can-do-it tone.

"Of course, the hand I use is my right and I don't really use the one you crushed." I said smiling. As I got my phone.

"Don't you think we should get to know each other more?" He said slowly as if talking to a slow person.

"Listen Will, we have our whole lives to do the getting to know you game. But right now I am choosing my tales before males. I am going to see Benedict Cumberbatch as a Star Trek baddie!" I said heading outside with a final bye. I know it was kind of shitty of me but Charlotte and I have had this planned since forever. I can't just go and change my plans, because the guy I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with has chosen to eat breakfast at my house. Right?

So what did you all think? Review or else I will feel like this story is a failure. Should I change anything? Do you have any questions?