Hello, dearies! This is the first P&P fan fiction I have written! Can you believe it? I love this story so much, I tried very hard for it to still have the very pristine and direct dialogue as necessary so, naturally, it was very hard for me. Basically, this is how I personally (if I was Elizabeth and had Darcy for my own) would have liked the romantic side of the relationship between Elizabeth and Darcy to be. I think it cannot compare to the book. The book is perfect in every way. In this fan fiction I sort of manipulate Darcy and form him into a more romantic and more hidden person. I hope you like it! Be a dear and review, please!

UPDATE (12/30/2013): Well, you're about to read a more for filled and less confusing revised version of my beloved version of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's complicated and yet beautiful romance. Looking back, I see this story had so much potential if I hadn't been so eager and rushed through it. I hope this updated version is much more practical and I hope I fill in all of the gaps I left gaping during my first attempt.

An Unforeseen Destiny

Chapter 1:

This night changed everything for Jane Bennet. It was the night she would see her sweet Mr. Bingley with intent to spend the entire night dancing and conversing with him. Her heart fluttered with anxiousness. Elizabeth lightly tapped her on the head with her brush trying to get her attention to hold still as she intricately braided and folded her beautiful blonde hair into ribbons and added dashes of flowers. Elizabeth adored her sister and admired her delicate beauty. Jane giggled to herself. "Lizzie, what will you do with yourself without Mr. Darcy being present for you to pester?" Elizabeth laughed, "Oh my dear Jane, I have no idea what to do with myself… Perhaps enjoy my evening thoroughly with many cups of wine and dancing." Jane laughed again, trying her keep her head still by putting her hand against her lips. "Why do you think Mr. Darcy is so…"

"Dreary and miserable?" Elizabeth answered plainly. Jane nodded slightly, keeping her hands over her mouth for Elizabeth's witty remark. Elizabeth sighed, thinking about the past few months of their exchanges at the parties they would bump into. His eyes would look at her coldly and quite honestly dully. She didn't know if he was just a rude and angry man or a crushed one. "I really don't know," she said quietly. Jane smiled a little, feeling the weight of the question on Elizabeth. "Well," Jane said while perking up, "tonight will be just lovely! Won't it, Lizzie?" Elizabeth smiled brightly as she put down the brush and gazed at her sisters wonderful hair. "Yes… yes, it will."

That night, the two girls walked into the beautifully decorated house of a noble their father knew well. This night was a celebration of their youngest daughters marriage. Almost every young woman and lady were dressed in pale ivories and pinks, including Miss Jane Bennet, who wore a beautiful ivory gown with a olive green ribbon around her waist. Elizabeth wore a gold dress, riddled with her mother's beautiful filigree in shiny gold thread. The dress was terribly expensive. Something her mother and father saved many years for to present their lovely daughter to suitors. Her dark hair sat braided around her delicate head, which brought out the dark glowing moonstones she had for eyes.

Elizabeth wandered off on her own to sit with her father and chat with his kind friends about cards and wine. As hours passed and she had not had a dance yet, she began to look around the room for any men she would recognize that would dance with her. As she rolled passed the younger men with the young woman and through the older men and woman, a man facing away from her caught her eye. She stared for a moment, recognizing the silhouette. "Elizabeth?" Mr. Bennet boomed in her ear. She turned quickly to him. "Did you hear Mr. Gray?" She looked to Mr. Gray, a man with a full and grayed mustache, holding a long tobacco pipe and a smile upon his face. She smiled kindly to him, "My apologies, I thought I had seen a ghost/" Everyone at the table chuckled at her clever response for a moment. Then, in a flash, Mr. Bennet proclaimed, "Mr. Darcy!"

Elizabeth turned to see Mr. Darcy standing, one hand behind his back, looking clean and proper in his black outfit. "Have a seat, Darcy!" he said, gesturing to an empty chair across from Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Darcy shared skeptical looks back and forth to one another before he finally took the seat.

"So, Mr. Darcy, how was your trip to Pemberly just recently? I heard it was quite urgent," said Mr. Bennet. Mr. Darcy shook his head slightly and replied, "Nothing to be alarmed about. I often worry for my younger sister, and visit her often when I travel as to keep her company."

"You have quite a large house in Pemberly, I'm sure she would have many things to do in your absence!" said Mrs. Bennet, taking another sip of her ale. "A large house can still feel like a cage," said Elizabeth quietly. Mr. Darcy turned to her, but she did not look at him. Instead, she fiddled with her wine glass, moving her fingers over the rim continuously. Mr. Bennet cleared his throat and said, "Well, I am glad it was not the urgent kind of news. How is your aunt, Lady Catherine?"

"Quite well," Mr. Darcy said bluntly. As the other men continued their talk on politics, Darcy could not help but look to Elizabeth every so often. She would either be up dancing or talking with the other girls, keeping the ones without a partner's company. He felt a small spark of admiration for her. While she was nearly impossible to argue with, she was kind and generous. As she joined the table with a fuller glass of wine, she looked at Mr. Darcy's gazing eyes. "Do you not drink, Mr. Darcy?" she asked, taking a sip. He smiled briefly and replied, "Only when I feel the need to." She smiled and looked to his left hand where there sat a cup of wine that was not there prior to her departure. "I see you feel the need," she said while nodding to the glass. He took the cup into his hand and took a long drink. "Indeed," was his only response.

Elizabeth watched Mr. Darcy carefully as the men discussed education and money. His eyes glazed over not only with drink, but with boredom. She waited for him to drink a few more glasses of wine before asking, "Would you like to dance Mr. Darcy?" The table went silent. As in the past few months, Elizabeth always asked Mr. Darcy to dance mockingly knowing the answer would be no. It was an insult, and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet especially knew that. With the night going so well for the two of them, a wave of anxiousness passed over them. Mr. Darcy stared at her, reading her facial expressions carefully. With his senses dulled, he did wish to dance. He rose to his feet to Elizabeth's surprise and held out his hand for hers.

The rest of the night into the dawn were spent dancing and chatting. Not alone of course, but every other moment or so, they would converse on a topic together. Elizabeth was seeing the passion in Mr. Darcy's fierce eyes for the first time. It sent a strange chill throughout her. While she had never met a man with such depth, Mr. Darcy had never met such a simply complex woman in his life.

Towards the end of the night and the into the breaking dawn, Mr. Darcy was becoming ever so intrigued with Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Her silhouette was impossible to deny. It seemed she was the only thing on his mind since the party and nothing would help him forget about her. That being said, Mr. Darcy had explained this phenomenon to himself countless times. Each time, he became even more confused. The smell of wine and beer, the humid air, and her. Her dancing and smiling. Her happiness and her jolly conversing. Every word which escaped her mouth had a purpose. Everything she spoke had an idea behind it. These ideas said aloud in her soft, playful voice were the most hypnotizing thing Mr. Darcy had ever encountered. Truly, he could see she had a certain distain for him. Maybe his will to dance or his short and not so very soft words was what she saw as miserable. These things couldn't come to his mind, for Darcy willed these things away. One night could not and should not affect him so. One girl… Not even half as handsome as her sister and yet, so different. So much more… Her complexity astounded him.

As the Bennet's loaded into the carriage, Mr. Bingley and Jane held each other's hands tightly and whispered sweet nothings to one another before releasing to go their separate ways. "Jane, would you like to come to my home tomorrow and have lunch with us?" Jane's eyes lit up as she nodded furiously, "Yes, yes of course I would." They exchanged a time and menu and parted towards their different coach. Elizabeth guided Jane into the carriage, but took one last look at Mr. Darcy, who was watching her past the figure of Mr. Bingley walking towards him. She felt her heart warm and tense and she flashed a large smile and climbed into the carriage. Jane sat erect with a grin that remained on her face through the morning until they finally crawled into their beds and slept for the few hours they had before their chores needed to be done for the day.

That mid-morning the soft air visited the Bennet house. All the windows were open, baring all to the mercy of the breeze. Besides their Mama's complaints, the girls loved it. Especially Elizabeth, who decided to sit and read by her bedroom window. Her novel seemed uninteresting this night and yet her mind was restless. Jane entered, brushing her hair with a small smile painted upon her face. Elizabeth knew right away the reason for this. "Jane, is Mr. Bingley still haunting your thoughts?" She set down her novel, grinning at Jane. Jane smiled softly back at her, "I'm so happy, Lizzie." Elizabeth's playful smile retreated to less of a smile. "Nothing makes me happier, sister," she replied, hopping up from her seat. Jane curled up onto the bed. "I hope I shall see him again. I will be most grateful if you would pray for me, Lizzie." Elizabeth smiled wider, placing her hand on Jane's face. "Of course." They each went to their beds, folding the drapes in to block out the gray sun, and laying down to dream of their Romeo and mysterious man in black.

The bright afternoon sun came quietly over the horizon. The sun was more reserved this mid-afternoon out of spite of the weather that brooded in the sky. It remained blue for many hours until finally turning gray. The smell of ham and biscuits floated in the air all the way up to the girl's bedrooms. Elizabeth awoke with nothing on her mind but the Mr. Darcy she had met last night. His cold eyes were much more than their first impressions. They seemed sad and lonely. Even though it seemed he looked at her out of boredom, she felt as if maybe there was something behind that. Something much more than the look of sadness… A small smile crossed her face as she could see him, watching her dancing and watching her while she spoke on her own opinion. A strange and wonderful feeling came over her and brought a smile to her lips again.

She hopped down the stairs with a playful attitude. Mr. Bennett was already seated at the table when she arrived, a newspaper placed perfectly enough in front of his face that if she hadn't known him for such habits, she wouldn't be able to tell who was sitting there. She sat beside him and spoke a, "Good morning," more happily than usual. Mr. Bennett's eyes floated over his paper as he looked at her, curiously. He returned her good morning, and then returned to his paper.

A chill began to blow through the wind in the afternoon. It was most definite that a storm was coming. A slow realization came over Darcy as he looked longingly out the window for no particular reason. The lawn was an ugly shade of green and it was known that a dreary day was upon them. Caroline Bingley moaned from the couch, "Oh, I am so terribly bored. Come now Mr. Darcy, do you see your reflection in that window? You haven't been able to remove your eyes for ages." Her voice was like a fork scraping a plate to Darcy. He closed his eyes, calming himself before replying. "The weather is quite moody this morning." Caroline laughed, sighing afterwards. "I think I should go retrieve my book. It seems our activities will be limited today." She rose, but paused to look at Mr. Darcy. He stood stiffly with one arm resting on a chair and the other pressed against the wall. He seemed like he wanted something to come up the road. She smirked to herself and approached him slowly. Her footsteps were nonchalant, but loudly made. Her hand set upon his arm resting on the chair. "Care to join me, Mr. Darcy? You haven't stepped in range of my door yet. Aren't you curious of the arrangement?" He turned ever so slightly towards her and spoke quietly, but nonetheless boomingly, "The arrangement of a woman's possessions does not bide for my attention, Miss Bingley. I'm quite fine where I am." A frown came slowly over her face as her hand slid from his arm. "Suit yourself…" She began to walk away, but before leaving, she added over her shoulder. "You never trouble yourself with petty affairs, Mr. Darcy. The same thing should abide to women." Her footsteps faded from the room and down the hall. Yet, Darcy's eyes didn't budge from the road. Only a cooling sigh of relief came from him.

That night, Darcy sat at his desk in the dark with nothing but a dying fire to serve as a light. A bottle of wine with a glass full sat next to him as he pondered what he was facing. While his thoughts lingered on another, he was to engage Caroline Bingley. A sadness swept back over him like a sickness. It nearly made him sick to his stomach. No one knew of this arrangement other than he and his aunt Lady Catherine, whom made the arrangement in the first place with the kind gesture of giving him three months to propose. His objection was unheard. His disgust for Caroline grew daily along with his disdain for his situation all together. As a man, he should do his duty to his family and marry accordingly. But, as a man, he felt the need to love and be loved, surrounded by happiness. A feeling he had only just began to feel upon the previous night with Elizabeth.

The new morning sun was pale and dark as the storm lingered in the air. During breakfast, Jane was begging Elizabeth to walk with her to Mr. Bingley's lunch. "Oh, please Lizzie! Oh, please come with me!" Jane tugged at Elizabeth's arm like an infant begging for milk. Elizabeth could only laugh at her, throwing her arms up into the air. "Jane, this is ridiculous!" Jane glanced over at her shoulder where her mother and three sisters stood, holding onto each other and giggling all over themselves. Elizabeth's grin faded to a smile. She felt a wanting to keep Jane comfortable and accompany her to the lunch in which Jane was cordially invited to have with Mr. and Miss Bingley. "Just walk with me there, Lizzie, and then you can go! I just need you for a little while." Elizabeth set her hands on Jane's face and smiled as genuinely as she could. All she could see was Darcy's cold blue eyes staring back at her. She felt her heart weaken and ache as she stared right through Jane. Jane, taken aback by this strange look upon her sisters face, gripped the hands on her face. "Please?" she whispered again. Elizabeth blinked rapidly, realizing what had just happened, then smiled. "All right, Jane. I'll go with you." Mrs. Bennet stepped firmly into the door way and said, "Then you both go on foot!" The two stared at her incredulously as they glanced outside to the gloom, then back at her. "Mama!"

Another hour ticked noisily by. Darcy was now sitting at his desk in front of another window. Writing letters, notes… not a thing that interested him in the least. All were lazily written, repeating the same things in different words. Though, he would pause every few sentences and look out the window, quizzically. His eyes would begin to burn from the lack of blinking and his hand would fall upon his face to work the pain slowly away. After his hands slid from his eyes, two figures appeared on the road. He jolted up from his seat, Mr. Bingley. "What is it, Darcy?" asked Bingley, also rising. Darcy, at a loss for words, could not answer him. For his eyes fell upon the only familiar face he was so intently looking forward to seeing again. He watched her and her sister lay against the wall of the house, sheltering themselves from the pounding rain. They both laughed at each other and their discomposure. Her smile slowed the clicking of the clock and for what seemed like minutes they were standing there, Darcy became startled when the butler entered. "A Miss and Miss Bennet," he asked for more than said. Bingley turned immediately erect towards the door while Darcy slowly turned away from the window, setting one hand behind his back.

"Jane, I thought I was only going to walk you here!"

"Well, now isn't the time to turn back, Lizzie!"

The two girls whispered sharply as the butler went to inform Mr. Bingley and his sister of their arrival. Jane held tightly to Elizabeth's hand, "Oh please! Don't leave!" Elizabeth tried to pull away, but the butler walked promptly back and motioned for them to enter. As trait, Elizabeth filed behind Jane and began to slowly enter the room.

The sight of one another sent chills throughout the room. Again Elizabeth's chocolate brown eyes and Mr. Darcy's burning hues met. It was like they had never met before because a strange, new feeling pulsated within them. Elizabeth, paralyzed in this, could only slightly bow her head as tradition and continue to stare at Mr. Darcy. Darcy glanced at Jane for a moment, then after seeing that Elizabeth's eyes hadn't changed their position, began to look upon her again. Caroline began to talk, but the words floated by without registering in their minds. This happened all the time with Darcy and out of habit, he held out his hand to lead Elizabeth to a seat. She blinked back from her little world and set her hand delicately into his.

Gracefully, he led her into a seat next to Jane whom was staring nervously at the floor where Mr. Bingley's feet were. Elizabeth, noticing this, nudged her a bit with a slight clearing of her throat. Jane's head snapped up and she smiled nodding. "I see. So, tell me Miss Elizabeth, do you intend to stay long? I don't remember asking you to dinner." The sheer bluntness of this made a very inferior smile come over Elizabeth's face. "Not long," she said quietly, "I just wanted to be sure of a safe journey for my sister. She has never walked such distances." Caroline's eyes drifted to the bottom of their dresses with a smirk. "I see," she said obnoxiously. Elizabeth, feeling very out of place after a long silence, rose. "I see she will be fine. I should really get back." Mr. Darcy rose followed by Mr. Bingley. "Do you intend on walking?" He asked quietly, but softly. Elizabeth couldn't stop the grin on her face from rising. "I love walking." They looked at each other for a bit longer, but Elizabeth bowed and began to let herself out. After she had left the room, she let out a small gasp from the sheer fact she had barely breathed the whole time. She set her hand on her chest to offer security as she walked to the front entrance. "Miss Elizabeth!" She turned, holding her breath once again. Darcy stood, leaning forward almost eagerly towards her. "I must insist you let me chaperone you home. The weather," he gestured upward without disconnecting their eye contact, "is much too dangerous to go alone."

Well, this revised version is much longer, but I think makes more sense. Let me know what YOU thought by leaving a review! Thank you for reading!