Thanks to those who have reviewed, it really makes me happy since I've been in a lot of bad moods lately. So here's chapter six!

Last time in An Impossible Treasure

In May earlier this year, my son married his cousin Anne de Bourgh. My son intended to tell you, but unfortunately he never found the proper way.

Elizabeth collected herself a bit before quietly replying, "Please Jane, just leave me be."

From outside the room Jane frowned, but Elizabeth soon heard the sound of her footsteps walking away. After composing herself a bit, she sat at her desk to write a letter.

Chapter 6

Later that day Georgiana was very happy to see that Elizabeth had sent her a letter. She sat in the music room to read it to herself.

My dear Georgiana,

I am not sure if you had heard the news, but I am engaged to be married to Lord Johnathon Ashby lately of Netherfield in Hertfordshire. The wedding will take place in thirteen days and I am greatly hoping that you and your father will attend.

I will also be sending a letter to Lord and Lady Matlock. They seemed to be wonderful people, and Lord Ashby claims an acquaintance with them, I hope that they will be able to attend. I hope that you and your father will be there as well,

Elizabeth

Georgiana furrowed her eyebrows as she realized that her brother had not been mentioned in the letter at all. Then she read Elizabeth's post- script.

PS. Please give your brother the letter enclosed to him.

Georgiana went to the next page and found her brother's letter. He was in the music room as well, so she went up to him and while handing him the letter said, "Brother, you have a letter from Elizabeth."

He put down the book he was reading and took the letter. Georgiana left to put her letter in her room, and Darcy's face paled a bit when he noticed that there were small ink blots all over the paper where her tears had fallen.

Mr. Darcy,

Please excuse my boldness in writing directly to you, but as I am to soon leave for America I did not think it mattered. I find myself no longer desiring your good opinion, and after this letter I do not expect to receive it.

Please note that not only have I lost your good opinion, but you have lost mine as well. I know who you truly are now. I thought I did before, but I am now aware that I was mistaken. I think that I even believed myself in love with you at one point. I was foolish and naïve, but I am not any more. Thank you for opening my eyes to the true ways of the world.

You have played me for a fool Mr. Darcy, and I hope that you will speak of it to no one. Please do one kind thing for me and never speak my name ever again. It will be the best for everyone if we act like we have never met.

In thirteen days I will walk down the aisle of the church and become Lady Elizabeth Ashby. You will not be in attendance, and you will be no where the church on that particular day. You should leave London on the morrow and return to Pemberley to be with your wife. Good bye Mr. Darcy. May your life be filled with many blessings.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet

Darcy set the letter down and let the anguish make their mark on his features. How had she found out about Anne? He sighed and quickly penned a note to her that was sent out that day. Elizabeth received it and took it to her room. She didn't want to know what it had to say. She didn't want to hear his excuses, but she was so curious, and she wanted him to explain himself. She wanted to rid him of any guilt. She sighed and opened the letter.

Dearest Elizabeth

I know that I do not have the right to see you again, and I know that I should not even be writing to you. I felt however that I at least needed to attempt to redeem myself even though I know it to be impossible.

When I first met you I was instantly captivated by you. You made me forget about everything else in life. I forgot about Anne and all of my other obligations. I know that it sounds absolutely mad, but it is true.

Then we kissed, and it made me wish that I had never married Anne. Had I not been committed to her, I would have asked you to be my wife.

I wish that I could change the way things are, but I can't. I understand that you don't want to see me ever again, and after you are wed, you do not have to worry about that ever again. I will respect your wishes and stay away from you and your wedding. I just want you to be wary that I will continue to go to the park every night until you are gone. Please join me if you ever change your mind. All my love,

Fitzwilliam Darcy

More tears fell after she read the letter. She tried to hold them in but to no avail. They fell heavier than ever. Worried about her sister's welfare, Jane came into the room and saw Elizabeth curled up on the bed with a letter in her hand.

"Lizzy, what is the matter?" Jane asked. Elizabeth did not answer, she just clenched the letter in her fist harder. "What news can that letter bring that has you so upset?" Elizabeth shook her head. "May I read it?"

"No!" Elizabeth said forcefully. "No Jane, I cannot permit you to read it."

"Whatever it is, I am sure that it cannot be as horrible as you imagine it to be," Jane reassured.

Elizabeth smiled weakly at her sister's attempted condolences.

"Perhaps not," she said with the same doubtful smile as the tears kept falling. "It may take a while for me to realize that however."

"I understand."

Jane was about to leave when Elizabeth quickly added, "Please Jane, please be patient with me."

Jane smiled reassuringly and replied, "I will, Lizzy."

One week. It had been one week, and still she had not shown. He had not expected her to, but every day that she did not come it broke his heart in two. He always felt like a fool sitting on the park bench waiting for no one. How would he explain himself if someone had come into the park and saw him just sitting there?

Dear God, what if someone had come into the park late at night and had seen him with Elizabeth? He would be the ruin of society. He should have been more careful with her. Was one woman truly worth a lifetime of disgrace?

Any woman wasn't, was his answer. Elizabeth was different. She was worth anything. He would move heaven and earth for her if she asked. She held a power over him that he couldn't describe and that scared him at first. Once he got over that, he learned how much he truly did love her. And that is why she needed to come. She needed to know that he didn't think of her as just some common…mistress. She needed to know that he loved her, and that he would do anything to go back in time and refuse to marry Anne as he knew he should have.

He began to think about what their life would have been like if he hadn't married Anne. He would have, without a doubt, asked Elizabeth to marry him. Would she have said yes? Would they have been happily awaiting their own wedding by now instead of dreading hers? Would they have had any children? Would she be happy? Darcy sighed. He knew that nothing ever came from dreaming except more pain. But he didn't care. He knew that he would dream every night of the life he and his Elizabeth could never have.

Two days before her wedding, Darcy was beginning to give up hope that Elizabeth would ever show up. He sat on the same bench that he had for the past two weeks. Every night that he had been there, the park had been completely silent. This night however, there was a disruption. There was a rustling amongst the grass, and the crickets were more distant than usual. Darcy looked up and saw Elizabeth walking towards him. He stood up and hoped that his eyes were not deceiving him.

"Hello Fitzwilliam," she said softly.

"Elizabeth," he breathed. After he composed himself a bit he said, "Please, allow me to apologize…"

She held up her hand to silence him. "Don't. What's done is done, and there is nothing that we can do about it now. I am to marry in two days time, and you already have a wife." He looked down at the ground. She softened a bit and moved closer to him. "Fitzwilliam," she said as she endearingly placed a hand on his cheek, "fate has already decided against us. What use is there in pretending that we could have had something?"

He swallowed thickly at the cruel reality of her words. "You are correct," he said.

"But," she continued as her throat closed up, "I know that even though there is no use in pretending that we could have married, I will find myself imaging that Lord Ashby is actually you. I will dream every night of what could have been. I will always think of you. I will always love you."

He watched her beautiful russet eyes shine with tears. He pulled her into a close embrace, and she was greatly comforted by the entrapment of his arms. "I love you too," he said. "And I will always think about you, and I will always love you." He pulled her back a little and kissed her forehead. When he pulled back she leaned her head up a bit, and their lips connected in the most longing of kisses.

"Please Fitzwilliam," she pleaded once they had parted. "Please don't let him own me."

It took a moment for Darcy to realize what she was talking about, but after he realized, his eyes opened wide surprise.

"Elizabeth," he said. "It would be absolutely foolish for us to…" Her eyes begged him, yet he still protested. "I will not ruin your reputation."

"No one will know about it," she said. "The very next day, I shall be married, and everyone else is none the wiser save us."

He sighed. There was nothing more that he wanted than to prove to Elizabeth just how much he loved her, but Anne was in the picture as well…

To hell with Anne he thought selfishly. He grasped Elizabeth's hand and they rode in his carriage back to his townhouse. Darcy had to make sure to look out for his father, who could sometimes be found in the entrance hall waiting for his son's return. Lucky for Darcy, his father had decided to not wait up for him any longer. George had decided that if Elizabeth wanted to speak to his son again, she would have.

The two lovers made their way to the guest rooms on the first floor. With his father and sister on the second floor, there was little chance for them to be overheard. They noiselessly crept into a room near the entrance hall so that Elizabeth could escape easier. They reveled in the sense of adventure as they closed the door behind themselves. Darcy placed an ardent kiss on her lips that Elizabeth hungrily returned. She turned around and slowly he began to undo the buttons of her dress. It was a very simple dress and was quickly thrown aside to reveal her undergarments. Elizabeth then helped Darcy shed his clothing as well. It took a little longer than her dress, but eventually his was left with a bare chest and a thin layer of clothing covering his private areas.

After their love making session had ceased, the two clung to one another, both breathing heavily. Elizabeth kissed her lover's forehead and tears brewed in the brims of her eyes.

"My love, are you not happy?" Darcy whispered concernedly.

Elizabeth drew herself to his chest and held herself there. "I don't want to go to America, Fitzwilliam. I don't want to leave. I wish to stay here with you. Forever."

Darcy closed his eyes in order to not the pain in them show. "I don't want you to leave either. Would I have not been married. It could be our wedding in two days."

"I wish it were."

"Think of me always," Darcy replied.

"Absolutely, and you of me."

"Of course."

Elizabeth let the tears fall, and Darcy just rubbed her back comfortingly.

A/N: Ok, so here's a happy resolution that I think most of you wanted, but there's more! Eight more delicious chapters of drama! I get a little fluffy in the coming chapters, but not too much! All fluff is dull and somewhat depressing. Psh. Anywho, review! It really does make me feel good inside. Also, a shout out and thanks to the many who have added this story to their alerts, their favorites, and who've added me as a fav author. Even the like 2 that added me as an author alert. It means a lot to me especially since I was so hesitant about posting this story in the first place.