Next chapter of this thing and I am psyched!

Damn, been too long since I've written something. I don't think my Creative Writing group likes me much for my love of fanfiction, but whatever.

This thing isn't not perfect, obviously. But I'm kinda proud of it, y'know? Had a little inspiration for this chapter, "You & Me" (Lifehouse) is why you, my awesome readers, have been graced with this update. It's shorter than I expected but I'm still diggin' it. Hope you will too!

**Disclaimer: I don't own any version of Pride & Prejudice. The original work, being the novel, is Jane Austen's. I'm just an innocent little fangirl who's watched the movie far too many times on TV, so pleasepleaseplease don't sue me for things I never claimed to own.**

Rated T for language (that I'm sure all of you can handle), and mild suggestive content.

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Her eyes were locked onto what she thought was the bottom. Where she'd fall. Where she'd probably break her legs. Where she'd probably die.

The thought of death had never really alarmed her, never really scared her. Being in a situation out of control, that was what scared her. And falling off a cliff, though accidental, could definitely be considered one of those situations.

"Lizzie!"

She could feel herself falling now, feel the world slow down to one moment-that one moment where the stars swirled in the sky, where his face hovered above hers, where an arm reached out and-

Saved her?

I think he just friggin' saved me….

From the way they landed on the ground, though, it'd look different to anyone else. Their legs were intertwined and his hand was still locked around her arm. It's just because we fell, she told her heart, beating erratically once more.

"Lizzie,"

Her head was still pressed against his shoulder. She didn't really want to move, didn't really want to stop thinking of all the other reasons they could be like this.

"Lizzie," Urgently, now.

And when she looked up, looked into those blue, blue eyes, she knew he wasn't a daydream. Knew he wasn't an illusion.

But maybe that was what scared her the most, the notion that the man who had seeped into her every thought, plagued every dream, was real.

She swore under her breath and yanked herself back on her feet. He was still there, still watching her. Maybe it was just a trick of the shadows, but she thought he was smiling.

"Did I say you could get up?"

"Did I say you could save me?"

He winced and put a hand to his heart. "That hurts, you know. I thought you'd be grateful. But once again-"

"Once again what? You try being the hero only to realize I'm not some princess who needs saving?"

The smile grew wider.

"That's what you think, isn't it? That this is all just going to work out for you because you're smart? Because you're gorgeous? Because you've got money?"

He'd leapt to his feet, now, too. And for every step he took closer to her, she took one back.

"Careful, there. Wouldn't want you to fall again."

"What would it matter to you?"

"It'd matter more than you know, Liz."

She laughed without humor. "That's funny, Will. Because the last time we saw each other I figured you'd love it if I just fell off the face of the earth and went to hell."

"And if you did do all that, you know I'd just chase after you, Lizzie."

"Liar."

"Truther."

"That's not even a damn word!"

"Stop trying to change the subject and just look at me,"

So she stopped mid-stride but didn't look up, silently challenging him. And he laughed at her, laughed and stepped closer.

"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie,"

"Don't you Lizzie me," She meant to sound strong but her voice was just barely a whisper, not even capable of being a hiss.

"I'll do what I like," Another step closer. Another frantic beat of her heart.

"And what do you like, Will?"

"Oh, I like a lot of things. I like this girl, see? She doesn't know me for who I am, just knows what I've done. And I can be a real jackass sometimes but I want her to know me. I want her to see me for who I am, not who I was when we first met."

"That's just-"

"You know what I like about her? I like her eyes, so deep and dark I think I could stare at her for hours and not know where the hell I am anymore when I look away. And I want that, I wanna get lost in her eyes, I wanna lose myself in her kiss, I just want-"

"Don't say it."

"Ask me what I want."

She laughed and shook her head at the sheer nonsense her dreams had turned into these days. "No."

"Ask me."

"Will, I-"

He was laughing now, too. Put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up. "I will throw you off this goddamn cliff if you don't ask me right now."

"You're ridiculous, I'm not going to-"

He stood behind her, arms around her waist. "Well then, that's just too bad for you, Lizzie,"

Picked her up off the ground.

"Will, wait-"

"Can't wait anymore. That ship's sailed, train's derailed, so sorry."

"What do you want, Will? What do you want?" She thought she could choke on her laughter, on her own happiness.

"This."

Spun her around, stared at her with a gaze so intense she wondered if he'd gone crazy. Because he was leaning towards her, leaning his face closer and closer to hers until he was-

Kissing me.

Fear not, cause this is NOT the end! Nope. I just like suspense. (and driving you guys crazy..)

But whatcha think? Was it terrible? Did it make you wanna gouge your eyes out? (God, I hope not!)

I worked pretty hard on this, so I reallyy hope you guys like it!

I'm sorry a thousand times if it's complete rubbish, though. (I'm not British, I promise.) I'm still kind of new to this fan-fiction thing, but I'll get better at it in time.

Hope to have the next chapter up soon!

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