Chapter 4: No longer in Kansas

A/N- I am soo sorry that i havent updated in such a long time! Life has been hectic! Hope you enjoy!

"Charles, are you absurd! You can't just bring in a strange, ill-mannered girl. We just moved here and now the neighbors will be talking." Caroline shrieked as she paced back and forth." We're going to have to come up with some story that will explain her or something."

"Caroline, calm down, what else were we suppose to do. We couldn't leave her there on that beach. She seemed lost and very confused. She kept rambling on about some gentleman named Josh. All we have to do is find him and she'll be gone." Charles said as he tried to reason with his sister.

"And Mr. Darcy, you of all people should have been the sensible one. Did you even see the way she was dressed. She's probably some vulgar tramp, going around trying to get a man's attention like that. No way am I going to let someone like her stay in our house."

"Now Caroline, we don't know what she's been through, I'm sure she will have a perfectly good explanation when she wakes up." William Darcy said.

He didn't want Caroline spreading rumors around about Lizzie. He knew how it was liked to be judged before someone knew the real you. Personally, he secretly wanted to get to know Ms.Lizzie better too. There was something about her that made him feel good, or something like that. It was difficult to explain.

"I suppose your right, but when she wakes up, the maid better have her dressed more appropriately. " Caroline remarked as she walked out of the room.

William watched her leave and turned towards Charles.

"I'll go tell one of the maids to see to Ms.Lizzie when she arises." He said and retreated from the room.


The sound of birds chirping outside the window crept into my consciousness. I felt the sudden pressure of my headache, reminding me of my strange dream.

I had gone surfing with Josh, then hit my head on a rock and fell unconscious. Then I was woken up, staring into the most gorgeous brown eyes. He said something about being in 1812 and I fainted. How weird is that!

I guess Charlotte was right; I have been too caught up in my fantasy world that it's now going to my head. Maybe I was just freaked out about learning to surf. Well I guess ill have to face the music and get it over with.

I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. The room began to go into focus and I screamed! In front of me was a timid, young woman staring at me.

"Are you alright Miss? I was told by Mr. Darcy to attend to you. He and Mr. Bingley found you on the beach, and then you fainted." She said.

"Wait what? Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" I asked. I was starting to freak out.

"Poor dear, you really must of hit your head hard." She smiled. "Ms. Bingley has left you some clean clothing and then you can come down for breakfast." With that, she left.

I looked around the room and realized that I wasn't in my room, but surrounded by old Victorian style furniture.

My computer desk was replaced by an old dressing table with a mirror. On top were various perfumes and delicate hair combs. I walked towards my closet to change out of my bathing suit. As I opened it up, dresses, petticoats and corsets substituted my t-shirts, jeans, and tank tops.

I groaned and thought...Lizzie, you are so not in Kansas anymore


I peered out of the room, looking for the peculiar maid. I had absolutely no clue on how to put on a corset, or any of the other clothing for that matter. Suddenly, she emerged from one of the other rooms.

"Oh Miss, you shouldn't be out of your room dressed like that. What if Mr.Bingley or Mr. Darcy saw you?" She exclaimed. She rushed over and shooed me back into the bedroom. "Now how come you're not dressed yet?" She questioned.

"Well, I came to see if you could help me get this thing on." I said as I held up the corset.

"My goodness!" she said." A young woman who doesn't know how to dress herself."

She took the corset and other articles of clothing from the dresser and began to dress me. To tell you the truth, it was a little awkward having stranger put your clothes on for you.

"There, now you are presentable." She said satisfyingly. And with that, she left the room.

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I could hardly recognize the girl staring back at me.

For one thing, my hair was piled up on top of my head. Usually I just threw it up in a ponytail in the morning. Also, my skirt was the size of an umbrella thanks to the hoopskirt. Don't even get me started about the corset. That woman drew it so tight that I thought I was going to die! When I screamed out in pain, she just looked at me like I was crazy. Its amazing the pain women have to bear to wear clothes.

Oh how I miss my jeans and tank tops!


The house… or should I say mansion was incredible. It looked like a museum, not a place someone lived in. There were probably 20 rooms, a huge lawn, and beautiful gardens. I slowly walked down the grand stair case into the sitting room.

Before I walked in, an older man stopped me. "Miss, I shall announce your presence to the gentlemen. What is your name?".

"Elizabeth Bennet, but you can call me Lizzie if you would like." I said. The man reminded me of my grandfather back at home.

Home… I wonder if I'll ever see home again.

"Ms. Bennet, are you alright? Would you like my handkerchief?" the older gentleman asked. I hadn't realized that I was getting teary eyed.

"No, thank you though." I said smiling.

He nodded and then walked into the room, motioning me to stay. I heard him cough slightly and say"May I present, Ms. Elizabeth Bennet".

He then turned to me and signaled me an ok sign. I took in a deep breath of air… as much as I could without fainting, and walked into the room.

Two young men quickly stood up from where they were sitting and took a deep bow and gazed up at me. I awkwardly curtsied and smiled. T

he blonde haired one I remembered as Mr. Bingley, jumped up and walked over to me. "Here, come sit down. We were quite worried about you."

I smiled and walked over to the sofa he was motioning to.

Although Mr. Bingley was good-looking and all, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of Mr. Darcy. He had this mysterious, sensitive side that made me want to know him more. "Thank you." I said.

"Did you rest well?" Mr. Darcy asked. I could feel his deep brown eyes penetrating through me. The feeling of intensity made me blush furiously and I had a hard time making eye contact.

Calm down Lizzie, you hardly know him. Get to know him before your feelings start taking over.

"Yes, I did. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm a little confused on how I got here." I said, hoping I didn't venture too far.

If I told them what I thought, they would think I was crazy. I have to be careful about what I say.

"Well, we'll do our best to help you. Let's discuss this matter over breakfast. You must be very hungry." He said kindly.

Before I had the chance to answer, my stomach spoke for me. Darcy laughed.

"My sister Caroline will be joining us. I'm sure she will be pleased to see you up." Charles Bingley said.

Behind him, Mr. Darcy made a face when he mentioned Caroline's name, causing me to laugh.

I tried to calm myself down and said "I look forward to meeting her."

I wonder what's so bad about her…