A/N: Characters belong to Jane Austen. Also, I owe a lot to the fantastic books written by Marsha Altman, because they have inspired me and gave me ideas for this fanfic.

Chapter 1: The Wedding.

Longbourn.
The night had arrived at Longbourn for an hour or two now. Lizzy was sitting on the bed she had shared with Jane her whole life. Up until now. This was the last night she and her sister would spend as unmarried women. Their double marriage was tomorrow and she was sick with nerves. She thought of all the fun she and Jane had had in this bed. Laughing over the stupid things their young sisters would do or discuss the possibility of Mr. Bingley being in love with Jane. Lizzy and Jane had not doubted the last for quiet some time now. Jane would marry Mr. Bingley tomorrow and she would finally be Mr. Darcy's wife.

She thought back on how she had changed over the last year. 'If someone would have told me a year ago I was to be married to Mr. Darcy, I would have declared him mentally ill! But I am so very happy that I have changed my mind… In all of England there is no man to be found equal to my Darcy. He is so sweet and caring… I can not recall why I thought him proud and disagreeable. Well, I recall why I thought that, but how could I not have noticed that it is his mask? His true nature is loveable an- …'

Her thoughts were interrupted by her sister Jane, who came into the room. "Oh, I think I will explode with happiness!", she said. Lizzy looked at her and smiled to see her face, which was glooming with happiness and joy. "You look indeed very happy, dear Jane", Lizzy answered. Jane's smile became, if possible, even more wide. "I know! I do not think I will be able to sleep tonight… I have too much feelings to have the peace to lie down." "I know how you feel… It is too much… Seeing you this happy and being also very happy myself. And knowing there is a handsome man, deeply in love with me. It seems like a fairytale, I imagine."

Jane laughed and they continued their conversation. About the life the would have, how often they would visit each other and on the children they were very likely to have. Finally, they got the peace to sleep, but the night was half over by then.

Netherfield.
Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were in one of the smoking rooms at Netherfield, silently enjoining a brandy. They sat by the fire and occasionally sipped their drinks. 'Bingley is not well. He is looking paler than normal… Surely, he has wedding-stress.', Darcy thought. 'I know well enough how he feels… I am about to marry the girl of my dreams. What if something goes wrong? What if she is not as in love with me as I thought? Oh, what have I gotten myself in to?', he thought with widened eyes.

He shook up when Bingley all of a sudden said, "I am scared, Darcy." Darcy looked at him. "I think I know how you feel, Bingley. But why are you scared?" "I am scared of many things… But what I fear the most is… Jane suddenly becoming ill… or something…" "You mean, you fear that…" Darcy took a deep breath before he continued. "…She will… Pass away… So you will not have a life together?" 'Why am I saying this? Now I am scaring both Bingley and myself!' "Well, yes Darcy. Thank you for pointing that out in this clear manner.", Bingley said with an irritated tone in his voice. "Yes, well. I am good at pointing things out in a clear manner. What do you expect then?", Darcy said with an undertone of sadness in his voice.

Normally, he would smile over something silly as getting Bingley irritated. But not now, because he had the exact same fear as Bingley. He was so happy and so in love with Elizabeth, that he felt it was all too good to be true. That after so much joy, something bad was about to happen.

They sat in the smoking room for another hour or two, before Bingley got up. Darcy looked at him. "I think I will be off to bed, Darcy. You should do the same thing, if you want to make a bright impression tomorrow. Because…", Bingley stopped. Darcy lifted his eyebrow and said: "Yes, Bingley?" "Well… Honestly, you look like crap, Darcy.", Bingley sort of smiled while saying this. Darcy did not know if he should be laughing about this comment or that he should be angry. He decided to be natural and said to Bingley: "Well, good night then…" Darcy also stood up and left the smoking room before Bingley could say anything.

Longbourn.
The whole Bennet-family was in uproar, except, of course, for Mr. Bennet, who was in his study. Lizzy and Jane where in a dressing room with each other and 5 maids, to get into their bridal gowns. It was quite a task to get a bridal gown on and Lizzy was glad she was to be married for the first and last time.

She had not eaten anything this morning, because she was afraid she would throw up at the ceremony. She suspected that Jane felt the same way, because she had been together with her the whole morning and the only thing that had touched Jane's lips was a cup of tea. They stood in the dressing room for another hour, before they looked perfect.

Netherfield.
Darcy and Bingley were dressed and they had to leave in half an hour, for their wedding was to take place at a church near Longbourn. Darcy was sitting in a drawing room and looked out the window. Bingley entered the room. He did not sit down, but he kept pacing through the room. 'My God, will ruin all the carpets in this mansion if he does not stop pacing!' Darcy thought.

Bingley was nervous in a way that everyone could notice. He would be playing with a handkerchief until he ripped it or pace through rooms until he had ruined every carpet in there.

Darcy was nervous in a silent way. He would stare out the window or sit by a fire in silence. Suddenly, a servant came in. "Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy, your carriage awaits.", he said. Bingley stopped pacing and looked slightly green. Darcy stood up and walked over to Bingley. "Come on then, we can not make our soon-to-be wives wait, can we?" "No… No… We can not.", Bingley whispered. Darcy and Bingley went to the carriage and got on their way to church.

Church near Longbourn.
Bingley and Darcy went into the church and walked down the aisle to their places. Jane and Lizzy were waiting in the study of the clergyman. Then, the music began to play, the sign for the brides to leave the study and walk down the aisle with their father, who had Jane on his left arm and Lizzy on his right.

When they stood next to their soon-to-be husbands, the ceremony began. 'This is it…', Lizzy thought, while peeking at Darcy's face. 'Oh God… I am about to marry the most beautiful girl in England!', Bingley thought, still slightly astonished by Jane's angelic appearance.

Next up:

Chapter 2: The Wedding Night.