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Wishing for A Different Family

Lizzie got to Mary just in time. She was well aware that Lord Darcy was watching her, and was well aware that his character would rescue her if need be. He just had that air about him of a white knight that would save any damsel in distress.

"Mama. I didn't try to steel him away from Jane." Mary begged, her eyes wet with tears.

"Well you obviously did something." Jane snarled. "He didn't even look at me."

"Maybe because he doesn't want you." Lizzie stood in front of Mary. She glanced over their shoulders and saw both Darcys, her brother, and now Viscount Bingley as well.

Jane let out a single bitter laugh. "How could he not want me? Just look at me."

"And what about you?" Her mother snarled and Lizzie. "Getting cozy with that Darcy man. He is off limits. He is for Lydia."

"I was engaging in pleasant, intelligent conversation with a nice person. You have no say in it." She smiled. "Oh, look. Lydia is dancing with someone. I cannot make out who it is."

"OH!" Mrs. Bennet and Jane turned and Lizzie grabbed Mary's wrist and pulled them in to a crowd. They stopped too late not to be caught however, as Carter, Bingley, and Darcy, managed to find them.

"Lizzie, Mary!" Carter grabbed them by the shoulders. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Carter," Lizzie whispered, "not now." She hid Mary behind her so no one would see her tears.

"Miss Mary, could I interest you in another dance?" Bingley asked gently.

"Viscount Bingley-" Lizzie began

"It's alright Lizzie." Mary said quietly behind her and then stepped out. The men saw her face, red and tear stained and gasped. "I'm alright." Mary put a loving hand on Lizzie's arm.

"What did mother do?" Carter cupped her face, brushing some of the drying tears away.

"Nothing compared to what she will do." Mary whispered quietly. "Please, Carter. I'm fine."

"Instead of a dance, will you join me for a walk outside?" Bingley held out his arm.

"If my brother and sister will join us." Mary smiled sadly.

"Of course they can." He replied gently.

Mary gently took his arm and ducked her head. Lady Darcy had joined the group and had been given permission to join them for a walk in the field behind the town hall. Lady Darcy took Carter's arm and they two went off smiling, one oblivious and one pretending to be. Lizzie stood by the door watching the four of them lightly rubbing her arms to keep out the chill. She witnessed as simultaneously, Bingley and Carter removed their jackets and put them gently around the woman they were walking with. Mary deserves someone like Viscount Bingley, Lizzie thought to herself. She was about to step down to follow them when Darcy came up next to her.

"Would you like to explain what I saw?" He asked gently.

"It is far too complicated and far too private to discuss in the doorway of a public dance Sir." Lizzie hung her head. "And I would not even know where to start."

"You could start with agreeing to a walk." He held his arm out.

"I would-"

"She can't." Lydia interjected, with an evil smile on her face. "Mother wants to see her. I can join you, Lord Darcy." The smile changed from evil to a look that she assumed was sexual, but really looked like she was constipated or going to sneeze, depending on the day.

"Good bye, Sir." Lizzie smiled. "I enjoyed our conversation." And with that, she turned and entered the dance hall again.

Lydia stuck her chest out. "You wanted to walk, Lord Darcy."

"Yes." She heard him reply. "But not with you." She turned and saw him walking towards her he gave her a gentle head nod and she returned it with a gentle smile. Lydia joined them and Darcy left.

"So, Lydia. Where's mama?" She asked politely.

"What?" Lydia looked confused. "Oh, she didn't want to see you. I just need you from staying away from Lord Darcy. He will be my husband one day and I can't have him distracted."

"He will not marry you, Lydia." Lizzie sighed.

"Of course he will. I will make him." Lydia huffed and stomped away.

How could- Lizzie stopped her own thought. I must warn him. And so, Lizzie rushed off to save the Viscount Darcy and his reputation.