Disclaimer: Unless I am getting a very big birthday present, I do not own any of Jane Austen's characters, nor her plots. I do, however, own all the ideas I put down on , er, hard drive.
Set: This is after Elizabeth leaves Pemberley, after the first proposal, after Rosings, after Netherfield, after the ball.
Chapter One: Kidnapped
Elizabeth was in the back of the carriage, staring blankly out the window. Her aunt and uncle and taken their own carriage back to England immediately following the news of Lydia's elopement. She was taking a hackney, alone (Lady Catherine would have a fit) back to Longbourn, where she would assist Jane with the tiring task of calming their mother's infamous nerves. She was running almost everything that had happened in the past year through her head. The first ball she ever saw Mr. Darcy at, staying with Jane at Netherfield, the Netherfield ball, Mr. Collins's proposal, Charlotte's marriage, Rosings Park, the proposal from Mr. Darcy… Oh, gracious! How horrid she had been! It was despicable what she had said to him. What person could take such ridicule? Then there was the letter… Elizabeth's hand went automatically in her pocket. She pulled it out, just to see if it was still there. Breathing out a slow sigh of relief, she replaced it in her reticule, and looked out the window.
Suddenly, there was a giant thump on the side of the coach. She whipped her dead around, only to see that a man on horseback was riding beside them, casting a hammer upon the side of the carriage. She heard the driver yell something, and then the horse moved forward more, shrieking, so that she could only see it's flank. She heard a cry of pain, and then the carriage slowed. She looked out the window to her right. There, the driver lay bleeding. Dead. She gasped, and then heard the door open. She grabbed her reticule, thrusting the entire thing in her pockets, before she was yanked from her place, and struck upon the top of the head with a block of wood. She fell into the man's arms, and became unconscious.