A/N: Being the nutcase I am, I was rewatching P&P 2005 at 11:00p.m. and came across this quote: "…But one word from you will silence me forever." And, it being 11:00 at night, thought it would be quite funny if he actually meant that- no talking, ever. Here is my rather silly tale.

"…But one word from you will silence me forever."

Elizabeth couldn't think. Was he proposing again? "Yes," she muttered to herself. Yes, he was proposing.

Mr. Darcy looked shocked. But instead of continuing their conversation as she expected him to, he bowed and strode away in the direction of Netherfield.

Elizabeth stood there, confused. Had she offended him? What was going on? Then she realized. She had said, "Yes." He had believed that to mean her feelings were unchanged from April. Oh! why couldn't their misunderstandings cease?

Elizabeth raced after him, trying to catch up with his long strides. Abandoning all decorum, she hiked up her skirts and ran, faster than ever before. So fast that she began to feel a bit queasy.

"Mr… Darcy…" she panted, coming to a stop next to him.

Mr. Darcy noticed the flushed face of his companion, the way she began to sway standing in the clearing. He could not speak, though. He must listen.

"Mr. Darcy… I did not mean to slight you in any way. I was just talking to myself," she said, her voice growing weak.

Darcy just stared. She was looking pale now. He wondered if he should support her.

"I do greatly admire you, sir…"she stopped dead and fainted.

Darcy saw the world in slow motion. His Lizzy was crumpling to the ground and sinking into the dewy grass. He ran over to her, put her head on his lap. He could not talk, but he could sing. Anything to wake her up.

Therefore, Mr. Darcy sat in the meadow as the sun came up and sang to his beloved. He sang of spring, and of nature, of many things. Slowly, Elizabeth stirred.

The first things Elizabeth saw were strange blue lights floating above her. She tried to grab them, but her arms were too weak. She shifted her head and blinked, and found those blue lights to be someone's eyes. Jane's? No, the face framing them was too masculine. It dawned on her. The eyes belonged to Mr. Darcy.

When Mr. Darcy found that she had woken up, his face lit up in a large smile. He wished he could hug her and sweep her off her feet, but she was still weak.

"Fitzwilliam?" she mumbled.

The sound of his Christian name from her lips made his heart pound faster, his breathing increase.

"Why do you not speak?" Elizabeth asked, pulling herself up to a sitting position. Then she remembered, "William, you can talk. Although my feelings were not favorable towards you last April, they have changed greatly. I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

"Lizzy," he said, and surrounded her body in a hug, lifting her head so he could see her eyes. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, with all my heart," she said, and, taking the initiative, raised her lips to meet his.

~End~

A/N:… And that is why I never write romantic thingys.