Hello guys! I would like to give a special shout out to Ladydipogo for being the first to review. Thank you and I will try update as often as I can. As for pairing the brothers up with the single Bennet sisters who knows? (^l^) Haha anyway this chapter has the Nunez-Radcliffes traveling to Longbourn. Will they meet someone along the way? Will they invent a new game do escape boredom? All of these are most likely.(~l~)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that even looks remotely familiar. Unfortunately. (-_-)

"Jewel!" A call for a certain young Nunez-Radcliffe rang through the house.

"Bloody hell Barbara. Save your breath for ordering the coachmen around not me, for they shall take it better than I will." A muttering Jewel paused in her writing to avert her gaze from the letter. Sighing she packed up her pen and ink, blowing on the still wet parchment. Glancing around the drawing room once last time before exiting, Jewel walked outside to the awaiting coach, and was gently helped in by her brother James. All four siblings shuffled inside before settling in a comfortable arrangement. Two sat to a bench, James next to Jewel and Barbara with Robert. Everyone became absorbed to their own devices, James was searching the paper for any news of the war, Barbara was knitting who knows what, Robert was dozing off, and Jewel was trying to communicate with the driver.

"Jewel! Stick your head back inside the coach this instant!" Barbara scolding Jewel again, didn't notice her hands were flying all over before Robert was struck with a needle.

"AH! Barbara! Keep your nasty needles to yourself!" Robert swore while rubbing his thigh.

Barbara sheepishly apologized. "Sorry Robert I'll put them away."

Jewel snickered while James hid his smile behind the paper.

Barbara still embarrassed changed the subject. "Well Jewel since you so conveniently conversed with Tom what did he have to say?"

Jewel lolled her head against the back of the coach and sighed. "He said it would take all day to travel to Longbourn and that's without making stops. We all very well know we are going to make stops. Several of them."

The lot laughed at Jewel's conclusion for they knew it was true. The coach came to its first stop at the Buckley Inn which was on the border between Hertfordshire and Oxfordshire. Tom suggested they rest the horses for an hour to which the family obliged. The brothers and sisters stepped down from the coach and walked to the inn for some refreshments. Barbara suddenly stopped an eager Jewel from pouring a glass of lemonade.

"What is it Barbara?" Jewel having not a drop of liquid on the ride so far was extremely parched.

Barbara took the cup from Jewel's hand and set it back on a table. "Before we do anything else we must go and make ourselves presentable."

"I beg your pardon!" Jewel cried. "Surely we could spare five minutes to quench my dry throat before becoming immaculate again?"

Barbara dragged a reluctant Jewel up the stairs of the inn. "No we cannot. Not since you stuck your head outside the coach, it looks like a hornets nest."

Jewel countered. "You should know better than anyone Barbara, to stick your hand in a hornets nest."

Robert and James shook their heads as the two went at it again. Politely asking the inn keeper to bring them a pitcher of lemonade, they situated themselves at a table. Conversing quietly about the weather and how their ships must be fairing over sea, the brothers were surprised when the door of the inn was violently flung open. Entering the inn was a man who was red in the face, drunk already so early in the day. The gentleman, for he was wearing aristocratic clothing, flung himself upon a bar stool and loudly ordered a whiskey. Following him shortly was another gentleman who was fuming.

"My god Hurst! Can you not refrain yourself from drinking so early?" The fellow Hurst slurred a few words of apologies and swearings before stumbling back outside nearly knocking over another man who was strolling into the room. Hurst hobbled passed the sir while he looked on amusedly.

"Was Hurst having a nip again Bingley?" Bingley nodded his tiredly before flopping on a nearby chair. The other gentleman soon followed his example.

"I dare say Bingley you are looking worse for wear. Cheer up man we shall be at Netherfield Park soon enough and ever closer to your bride." At this remark the brothers who were carefully eavesdropping lifted their heads in recognition. Netherfield Park was close to Meryton where Longbourn resided although last they heard it was still for lease. Bingley smiled softly at the thought of his future bride.

"Yes I will again get to see my beautiful Jane." Both brothers were fidgeting at this point, feeling rather uncomfortable at listening to such an intimate confession.

Bingley this time spoke to the other gentleman. "How goes your search for an eligible bride Colonel?" The Colonel shocked James and Robert. Being in the army was not for the weak of heart and he had such a kind face that did not appear to be a man who could engage in battle.

The Colonel smiled in fun as he answered. "You know not every man can be so fortunate as to find as lovely girls as you and Darcy have. I am still considering which kind lady would even want me."

"Don't be so unflattering to yourself Colonel. You are a very honorable man that need not trouble yourself with finding a women of high dowry. I have told you plenty a times that I would most graciously help you set up trade." Bingley clapped the Colonel on his back. The Colonel smiled sadly.

"Alas even with such help it shall take years for me to establish myself and I cannot wait that long." A new man approached the table so silently that the other occupants jumped. However realization came over their faces and smiles replaced the startled frowns. Bingley motioned for the man to sit.

"Come, come Darcy. Help me talk your cousin out of this foolish notion."

Darcy who was a quiet man with a solemn air replied. "Whatever Colonel Fitzwilliam deems to do is of no concern of mine no matter how foolish."

Bingley scoffed good naturedly as Colonel Fitzwilliam grinned. "I see you are brooding as much as ever Darcy. It pleases me to know how highly you regard me by allowing me to my own devices. However..." Colonel Fitzwilliam waggled his brows. "I think your brooding has to do with the fact that you were accompanied in the carriage by Miss Bingley instead of your beloved Miss Bennet." A light shade of pink erupted on Darcy's cheeks and did not go unnoticed by the rest of the party. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Bingley laughed at their friend who was still very moody. A few minutes passed of their idle chattering before they all got up and composed themselves. Then the three of them walked out.

Robert let out a long sigh of relief. "James, what do you make of that?"

James contemplated and then answered. "Robert we have just been graced with the presence of the Miss Bennet's future husbands."

Charmingly Robert continued prodding. "And what have you judged of their character?"

"They appear to be gentlemen of good manners, with no ill intentions toward the Miss Bennets. On the contrary they seem quite fond and attached to them."

The brothers both smiled as they concluded that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were well worthy of their friends hands in marriage. Jewel and Barbara at last came down the stairs of the inn.

"Did we miss something?" Jewel inquired as she finally poured herself a glass of cool lemonade.

James and Robert laughed heartily as Barbara and Jewel looked at them confused.

"Indeed," Robert wiped a tear from his eye. "James and I had the pleasure of overhearing a conversation between Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy's cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam."

Barbara and Jewel gasped. "Well go on! Do not keep us in suspense." Jewel bounced in her seat.

Barbara gripped the table worried. "Are they good men?"

James patted her hand. "Fret not Barbara they are very respectable men and are very much enamored with Jane and Elizabeth."

Jewel and Barbara visibly deflated, content with the answer. Jewel quirked up an eyebrow. "Who is this Colonel Fitzwilliam?"

Robert and James exchanged a look and Robert ventured an answer. "Colonel Fitzwilliam is Mr. Darcy's cousin."

Barbara gave them a disgusted gaze. "Is that all?"

Robert became exasperated. "Well what do you expect us to know? We first seen the gentleman only this morning."

Jewel stared at her brothers suspiciously. "Did either of you introduce yourselves?"

The brothers sheepishly shook their heads.

Jewel was disappointed. "Gah! What useless men we have in our family Barbara. I suspect we'll have to wait until after the wedding to even become acquainted with the bridegrooms."

Barbara joined in on her sisters complaints. "Of course. Even worse we'll have to ask Mr. Bennet for an introduction!"

James and Robert flinched at their sisters shrill remarks on their lack of decorum. Even the inn keeper had to smirk at the siblings exchange. Politely he announced that their coach was now prepared to continue on their journey. Arm in arm the sisters now satisfied with having their disdain announced for their brothers, strolled peacefully to the coach. James and Robert followed behind almost scampering with their tails between their legs. Once all were in the coach properly the bumpy ride commenced. Several hours later an obnoxious voice rang through the box.

"I'm bored."

Jewel perked up. "Aye! So am I Robert, but what are we to do about it is the question."

Barbara fed up with the two's rambling shushed them. "Can't you both sit without squirming and stay quiet?"

Robert rolled his eyes at his twin. "I'm sorry but not all of us have the dignity of a statue."

Jewel joined in and took a jab at Barbara. "Robert's right. After you there must not have been any left for the rest of us."

Robert grinned. "Ho ho! What a sense of wit my sister has. Took after me!"

Barbara muttered on about their insolence and infernal caterwauling.

Robert turned to his younger sister. "Shall we play a game Jewel?"

Jewel's eyes sparkled with interest. "What kind of game Robert?"

He thought a moment. "It would have to be without any objects for we couldn't get them in this coach."

The coach held silence while its occupants mused on the idea of a game. A spark flew from Barbara's mind.

"I have it!" She cried. "Why don't we spot an object and not tell the others what is and they have to guess."

"How are we suppose to narrow it down? Can we give clues like color, shape, size...?" Robert was skeptical of this 'game'.

Barbara pondered on this. "I suppose that would only be fair. Who wants to go first?"

Robert eager now volunteered. "Alright um... oh! What I am seeing is-"

"No, no." Jewel tossed her head and clucked her tongue. "Couldn't you say something less awkward? What I'm seeing pff."

Robert turned scornfully to face Jewel. "Do you have any superior suggestions?"

Jewel smiled smugly. "I do. Why not say 'I spy'?"

"I spy?!" Robert guffawed mockingly. "That's the most ridiculous name for a game I have ever-"

James raised his hand. "Now wait Robert. It doesn't sound that absurd. 'I spy' something or another."

Barbara's excited voice came into the conversation. "It just requires a touch of refinement such as 'I spy with my eye'-"

Robert roughly interrupted his twin. "So now we're applying verse? What next iambic pentameter?"

James frowned and raised his voice at Robert. "Come now man let it go. The gall of arguing in regards to a diversion!"

All became mum after this outburst of rarely shown vexation from James. The usually reserved, amiable James was at times known to spout out his fury at some unsuspecting victim. He never turned toward violence but anyone witnessing his hostility, certainly was glad for the former.

Robert ever fearless voiced out meekly. "I spy with my little eye..."

Jewel started giggling then outright cracked up her sides heaving. Barbara followed suit ever trying to maintain respectability. James reached his right hand across to Robert's grasping it in a firm shake.

"Bravery is most honorable sir."

Robert grinned at his brother's words of praise and the remainder of the trip was consumed in the merriment of the game 'I spy'.

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Longbourn was currently in disarray with two weddings needing to be planned.

"Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!" Mr. Bennet frowned at the shrill vocals of his spouse. Luckily he was safely within the premises of his library.

"Mr. BENNET!" The door to his safe haven was flung open carelessly as the barriers were breached by his wife. Sigh. Mr. Bennet reluctantly put down his tome. Under normal conditions he never minded jesting Mrs. Bennet or her poor nerves. This past week though had been filled with nothing but unpleasantness from the upcoming bindings of husband and wife.

"Mr. Bennet!"

"Yes, yes." He answered crossly.

Mrs. Bennet gave him a pointed look. "You recall the Nunez-Radcliffes coming to visit, don't you?"

Mr. Bennet's face softened considerably at hearing the sir names of his old passed on friends. "Yes Mrs. Bennet I do. When are they to arrive?"

Mrs. Bennet gazed exasperatedly at her husband. "Today Mr. Bennet. Today!"

Mrs. Bennet stormed out the room with a now amused Mr. Bennet following graciously behind her.

"Imagine," Mrs. Bennet began, sweeping herself down the hall. "The Bingleys and Darcys are staying at Netherfield Park while the Collins's reside at Lucas Lodge. We shall have nobody even paying tribute to our home at Longbourn except the Gardiners. Ah my dear brother."

"But now," Mrs. Bennet strolled outside where all the other Bennets were waiting. "We shall have a noble family of no relation to us lodge here. As good friends of the Bennet family. Ha! I don't believe the Lucas's had such friends visit their Charlotte's wedding. How green Lady Lucas will be when oh!" A fast approaching coach entered their line of vision.

"Here they come Mr. Bennet! Here they come!" Mrs. Bennet started waving frantically.

Mr. Bennet stood with a good natured smile gracing his features. "Indeed it seems inevitable Mrs. Bennet ."

The coach with driver and footmen pulled up the drive right before the Bennet family. The door was opened and the gentlemen stepped down first.

"Robert! James! My how you've both grown so fine!" Mrs. Bennet raced to kiss their cheeks and hover about like a mother hen. The brothers laughed and took the affection in stride by raising their hats to Mr. Bennet who acknowledged with a nod. The brothers then focused on their sisters and assisted in helping them out of the coach.

"Jewel!" "Barbara!" The Bennet sisters swarmed the Nunez-Radcliffe sisters and bombarded them with questions which they answered patiently and dutifully. Once most of the inquirings were satisfied the party moved into the drawing room.

James and Robert conversed with Mr. Bennet on matters concerning the running of his estate as well as the impending war with France. Mrs. Bennet freely sought out Barbara's opinion on warehouses as well as other wedding materials. Lizzie, Jane, Kitty, Mary, and Jewel chatted about everything and anything as Barbara interjected once in awhile to escape Mrs. Bennet.

Lizzie was curious about the newly invented 'I spy' game. "So what is the objective of this game."

"Well," Jewel tried to explain the particulars as Robert interrupted with his input.

"It is a down right useless game if you ask me."

Jewel cleared her throat as she countered back. "I believe Lizzie asked my opinion on the subject. Do not bother Robert on it. He is just a sorry sport because he lost every time we played."

All of the females giggled at this interesting tidbit of information. Lizzie mirthfully prodded. "Robert has often boasted on his efficiency at cards, races, games of any kind. Yet a simple guessing game has done him in."

The room was filled with sweet laughter except for Robert who blushed heavily with embarrassment. James took it even further.

"It would be a merriment invented by Barbara. She must be Robert's foil."

Barbara stood taller at this declaration. "As it should be. For who else but your sister should spoil your victory?"

The room broke into smaller conversations again when Jewel noticed Mary sitting down at the piano forte. Jewel cautiously tapped Mary on her shoulder. Mary turned her lips pursed until seeing the intruder. Mary's mouth corners tugged up slightly at Jewel.

"Hello Jewel."

Jewel sat alongside Mary on the bench. "Come now Mary let us play a duet. You know how much I look forward to playing with such an experienced player."

Mary nodded and flipped through various pages before settling on a certain song Jewel recognized. "Ah very nice choice."

Softly Mary began to play the melody and after counting Jewel came in with the counter melody. Softly they played as if the music was jabbering on back and forth. Soon the melodies flowed with great emotion and swelled to a huge climax before coming back down and then becoming reclusive. The notes stayed this way until the counter melody gave an angry answer. The main melody fired back until hands were flying over the keys, sometimes crossing but always moving. This storm of furious music suddenly ceased and dropped back into a lullaby before gently dying off. Waiting for the applause of everyone in the room Mary and Jewel were surprised when met with silence. Both frowning as they gazed up their anger contorted into one of shock at the three gentlemen standing in the doorway. The feeling of disappearing among the piano forte keys became a rather pleasant one. Upon closer hearing one could make out Jewel muttering.

"This is what happens when you have to be immaculate Barbara."

Alright another chapter down within 3 days. Woo! Thank you all for reading and have a super weekend!