Thanks for the reviews!! They were sooooooo great!! I rewrote chapter 1 so it should clear up some things. I fixed the part where Darcy is lost in his thought and learns he loves her.

Elizabeth couldn't help feeling that there was something familiar about Mr. Darcy. She couldn't quite place it. She shrugged that thought off. She didn't know him and she didn't wish to know him. He had already shown his proud, disagreeable nature. But there was still something. Every time he looked at her she felt shivers run down her spine and her breathing accelerate. She didn't know if this came from fear, hatred or something quite different. She looked up as she heard her name and her eyes looked into a pair of very familiar green eyes. Her eyes were locked in place by his for several minutes. There was no release from his eyes, until she crumpled to the ground and was unconscious before she reached the floor.

Darcy sprinted over to her side, rushing to catch her before she fell, but he was too late. He was the first to reach her side followed soon after by Bingley. Darcy quickly bent down to see if Elizabeth was alright. He moved her to the nearest chair which was quickly vacated by the startled occupant.

"She's only swooned," a calm voice behind Darcy stated reassuringly. "She just needs some time to recover. She must have had a bad shock." Darcy turned to the man who introduced himself as Mr. Jones the physician. Darcy let the breath he had been holding since she had collapsed. After many pointed looks and remarks from Bingley, Darcy got up slowly and reluctantly moved away from Elizabeth. The Bennets left soon after much to the disappointment of both Bingley and Darcy. The latter was reluctant to watch the woman whom had been in his thoughts those three long years taken away from him, especially since she seemed so unwell. Was she sick? The physician had said she had only had a shock. She must have been as shocked in seeing him as he was of her. Was she happy to see him? Did she love him as much as he loved her? He had to find out. He was not going to let her disappear this time.

The Bennet household was in turmoil. Elizabeth was rushed to her room and laid to rest in her bed. Jane stayed to watch over her sister. The rest of the family tried to figure out what could have shocked Elizabeth so badly, for she was not the kind of girl to faint without good reason. She was made of much sterner stuff, as her father affectionately put it. As none of the of the family could come up with any reason for her uncharacteristic behavior they all left to their bedchambers each waiting for the morning when they could confront Elizabeth.

Darcy paced the floor of his room, all thoughts of sleep were impossible. His mind was not on what he was doing or in Netherfield at all. All he wanted to know was where 'his Elizabeth'was. Was she well? What if she had come down with a fever. She could be injured! She could be dying! If he had a say in the matter he would never let her out of his sight. She never told him how she had been unconscious in the park at Rosings. He ground his teeth in frustration. Sleeping and reading were impossible. He sighed. There was only one thing that sounded like a good idea and that was impossible. He wanted to saddle his fastest horse and ride out the the Bennet's estate. It was not the impropriety of the action that was preventing this. It was actually the fact that he had absolutely no idea where they lived. Frowning he paced the room some more, his thought repeating themselves in an endless loop. Finally he was able to drift off to sleep. His dream was a new one (which was refreshing after three years of the same), however it still stared Elizabeth. This time she was dancing in a ball. He ran up and cut in smoothly. He took her in his arms as she twirled and laughed. He held her close, tilted her head up and leaned in close.

"Sir it is time to wake now." a voice said cutting into his dream.

Darcy frowned as he got up. He tried to be polite to his servant, but he was still upset at the interruption of his dream. 'If only he gave me two more minutes.' Darcy sighed and got up it was going to be a long day. Darcy walked downstairs and was immediately attacked by Bingley's sister, Caroline.

" Oh, Mr. Darcy please come and try to reason with Charles. He just received an invitation to another party that these country folk so enjoy and he means for us to attend. All of us!You must stop him." She simpered getting closer than necessary.

"Bingley has a mind of his own. I can't force him to do or not do anything he really wants to." Darcy knew that this wasn't true. He knew that Bingley trusted his judgment above all others. Above even his own. Darcy had his own reason for not wanting to talk his friend out of going. Hewanted to go. He wanted to see Elizabeth again. He wanted to know if she loved him. He walked off to find Bingley, neatly escaping Caroline.

Bingley was in the library looking at his rather modest collection. He frowned when he heard someone come in, but on seeing Darcy he visibly relaxed.

"I thought you were Caroline," explained Bingley "she has been attacking me all day about Sir William's party."

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about this party."

"Oh no you don't. We are going to that party if I have to drag all of you there myself! I know you may not like the neighbors, but is it so hard to just go to a party? You don't even have to talk to anyone." Bingley cried

"Um...what I really wanted to know was when this party was, so I can be ready and it won't come as a supprise to me later."

"Oh um well it's Saturday." Bngley said in a much more reserved tone. "Darcy are you quite well?"

"I am very well, I assure you. I am resigned that I must go to this event, so I will humor you." Bingley raised his eye brows at this, but said nothing more.

Elizabeth was quite sick of all of the fussing of her family. She had assured them many times that she was quite well and it had only been the heat of the room that had caused her swoon, but she knew the latter wasn't true. She remembered looking into his bright green eyes. They brought back memories. Many which she had been trying to forget and had thought she had succeeded. But then she had seen him. What was he doing here anyway? After what he had done to her how could he come here? Maybe he doesn't even remember me. That thought succeeded in bringing both relief and pain. He must have thought I was very strange to have fainted like I did. He was probably very annoyed. She thought about Sir William Lucas' party. It would be nice to see Charlotte and it gave her family some thing else to think about than her swoon. What if he's there? When that thought came to her she considered skipping the party. NO! What will people say if I'm absent? I will cause too much gossip. I am strong. I can last a whole evening. What do I care about him?

For Darcy the week before the party was a slow torture. He pined for Elizabeth and wished to know what she was doing at all times. He felt like he was going insane. She was in his thoughts every minute. He couldn't believe it when Saturday finally came. It seemed like an eternity. When there was only one hour to go he was as nervous as Bingley. Bingley couldn't wait to see his 'angel' again and was nervously looking at his reflection. Darcy was envisioning all the possibilities of what this evening could be. In one he had taken Elizabeth away from the party and was holding her in his arms. Her head was tilted back and their eyes were locked on each other. Gently he put his hands on he chin, tilted it and leaned forward.

"Come Darcy wake up! It is time for us to leave." Darcy ground his teeth. Once again he had been so close. Why were people so determinded to mess up his dreams? He sighed and pulled himself into the carriage and hoped that he could turn the dream into a reality.

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