Disclaimer: I don't own Pride and Prejudice.

For my purposes in the story, Jane does not know Mr. Darcy had proposed to Elizabeth earlier.

Elizabeth watched out the window as the countryside rolled by. She felt sad to be leaving Lambton, but she was happy that they were returning home. They had never had their dinner at the Darcy's. Jane had gotten better and her father had to return to Longbourne for business.

They had already passed a couple of towns. None of them were very big. They were just small towns nestled peacefully next to each other. They were quiet, but there was still the hustle and bustle of getting to the market on a Saturday morning.

When night came around they had to stop at a small inn about ten miles from there home. It was a nice little place, with warm beds and food. Lizzy slept peacefully, but wondered if she would ever see Mr. Darcy again. By the time she had fallen asleep she had concluded that she probably never would and Mr. Bingley would never travel to Netherfield again.

"Oh, Lizzy," Jane said quietly as they were eating breakfast the next day, "Now do you understand that Mr. Bingley and I have no more feelings for each other."

Elizabeth looked at her sister a little taken aback, "By the way he was looking at you in Lambton I would say he is still very much in love with."

"Lizzy, you know that to be impossible. If he still loved me, he would have visited me in London. He must have known I was there."

Elizabeth did not want to hurt her sister by telling her the truth, because she would have to unfold how Mr. Darcy had proposed to her at Rosings, how Mr. Darcy had broken Jane and Bingley up, and how he had concealed his knowing of Jane being in London.

"Oh well," Jane said breaking Elizabeth from her thoughts, "He was a nice person and he was so kind and compassionate, but I guess someone else will come along."

They left soon after breakfast and arrived home around midday. Kitty and Lydia came outside, with the Gardiners, who had just arrived with them from London.

Everyone exchanged cheery greetings and laughter.

"So, you must tell me you how your stay was in Lambton, I sure do wish I could have been there to see the place," Mrs. Gardiner said thoughtfully as they were sitting in the parlor.

"You would never believe who we saw there. I can't believe it myself, so I don't even know how you would believe me either," Mrs. Bennet replied a little ridiculously, "It was Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy."

"Oh yes," replied Mrs. Gardiner, "Mr. Darcy I hear has a large estate in Pemberly, but why would you have seen him."

"It was the most remarkable thing," said Mrs. Bennet, "He sent over a doctor for Jane, or so Lizzy told me, and he came to check on her well being, but I don't understand why he would feel he had any connection to us what-so-ever, but what came out of the whole thing was that Jane got to see Mr. Bingley again." Jane blushed when her mother mentioned his name and turned intently to her sewing.

"I had wondered why Mr. Darcy had been there," said Mr. Bennet breaking away from his book, "But Lizzy cleared that up for me, but I still don't understand why he would have sent us a doctor. I also wondered why a doctor that we hadn't ordered had visited us in the first place."

"It was very kind of him," said Lizzy, "And I feel gratitude to him for saving my sister." That silenced the topic of Mr. Darcy for a while, but no one but Elizabeth quite understood why he had sent them a doctor.

"Oh, I was so excited to see Mr. Bingley," Mrs. Bennet exclaimed once again in her silly manner, "It was such a surprise and he was so kind, but when he was in Netherfield I had so hoped for Jane and him to be married, but it never happened." She kind of ended on a bitter note, but still continued talking.

"I hope he shall come once again to our part of the country, but one can only hope," Mrs. Bennet said looking at Jane.

"Yes, than maybe your frightful nervous attacks wouldn't come so often," Mr. Bennet said looking at his wife. She just gave him a short glare and went back to talking to Mrs. Gardiner about Mr. Bingley's wonderful qualities.

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The next day Elizabeth woke up and found that she had a letter from Charlotte.

Dear Lizzy,

I heard that Jane had gotten terribly sick and had gone to Lambton. Lady Catherine had received a letter from her nephew explaining her illness and I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Please tell me how she is doing now and how you all are fairing. It is sad being so far away from you, your family, and my family, but one cannot have everything they want.

You're loving Friend,

Charlotte Lucas.

Darling Charlotte, always caring for everyone thought Lizzy as she grabbed a piece of paper and ink to write her a letter. Her peaceful time was disturbed when a crying Kitty burst into her room.

"Why? Why can't I go to Brighton as well," cried Kitty.

"Kitty, what nonsense are you talking about?" Inquired Elizabeth, wondering why her sister was crying over a place called Brighton.

"Lydia has just been invited by the Forster's to go to Brighton with the officers," Kitty shrieked.

Elizabeth hurriedly got out of her chair. Lydia could never go to Brighton. She would embarrass them all.

"Papa you must not allow her," Elizabeth pleaded to her father, "She would bring disgrace upon us all."

"You know Lydia, she will be very unhappy until she can and things will be much quieter here without her."

"She will ruin us all. She will flirt and act in the most unmoral ways."

"I'm sure she will be fine. Colonel Forster is a reasonable man and he will make sure she stays out of any real trouble."

Elizabeth couldn't believe her father. Lydia would cause trouble for all of them.

"Oh, Lizzy, I'm so excited, aren't you happy for me?" Lydia asked her as she was sitting in the parlor trying to read a book, but she was still in a bad mood from the little meeting with her father.

Elizabeth just tried to ignore her. She was acting in a very childish manner. Elizabeth had more important things to do than worry about officers flirting, and getting a husband, but if that was true, why couldn't she stop thinking about a certain gentleman?

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