So from here on out, its all a little jumbled and AU. Fair warning to all.


"Why would you do such a thing? I thought I could trust you!" If he didn't know any better, William Darcy thought that Charles was actually going to hit him.

"I though I was looking out for you." Will was just sitting there. He had finished telling Charles about his interference in all maters Jane Bennet.

"What was her past? How badly did I break her heart?" Charles sat down, put his head in his hands and placed his elbows on his knees.

"Well..." Darcy trailed off. He was going to get hit. He had established that.

"Damn it, Darcy! Tell me!" Charles had jumped out of his chair. William didn't answer. "NOW!" His friends volume made him jump.

"To my understanding, the last person Jane was in a relationship was in high school, and a few days before graduation he was killed by his father." WAM! Charles fist made contact with Darcy's jaw. Darcy was actually surprised at how much that had actually hurt.

- Meanwhile -

Lizzie picked up her phone on the third ring. She didn't recognize the caller. "Hello?"

"Is this Lizzie Bennet?" A male voice on the other end.

"Yes. Who are you?" She was a little worried. she hadn't given her number out t anyone.

"Is Fitz." He heart both jumped and sank. She didn't know why it sank, she wasn't expecting anyone to call. Especially him.

"Oh. Hi, Fitz." Awkward much? Maybe awkwardness is just brought out by this family.

"Listen, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have told you what I told you. But-"

"Don't defend him." Her voice was spiteful and sharp as she interrupted.

"Miss Bennet?" A woman's voice came over the phone. "Please, just listen before you interrupted."

"Alright. And you are?"

"Georgiana Darcy. William's younger sister. I don't know if you know my story, so I'm just going to cut to the chase. My brother is miserable. He thinks that you didn't read the letter and you still hate him. Trust me Lizzie Bennet, that letter is important." The young voice stopped and Lizzie took this time to interrupt.

"Miss Darcy, I did read the letter. There is one reason that I am still mad at your brother. My sister, Jane." She heard two sighs on the other end.

"Can we take you to dinner? That way we can explain. My brother is not," there was a thoughtful pause, "skilled with words. That letter took him almost all night, based on his description of it. And I would like to tell you some details about Wickham my brother doesn't know."

Lizzie thought for a moment. She trusted these two for some reason, she didn't know why, but she did. "Okay, but on two conditions. One: I reserve the right to stay angry at Mr. Darcy. Two: I pay for my meal, meaning no black tie dinner."

"We accept the first and would King's Diner be acceptable?" She could hear Fitz smiling as he didn't even think of the bargain he was making.

"Perfectly." She sounded like she was conducting a business transaction, but that was what she was doing, right?

"We're on our way. Is that alright?" Miss Darcy took over again.

"Yeah." She hung up and heard a knock at the door. She didn't even check to see who it was, she just assumed the duo would be at her door. She didn't like who she saw. "George? What are you doing here?" She tried to slam the door shut, but he just stopped it with his hand.

"You want me back." He pushed the door open a little bit.

"You are delusional. I will never take you back." She pushed on the door as hard as she could, but it didn't move an inch. Instead it came flying back, hitting her with the edge of the door. "George get out!" For the first time, she was experiencing what her students were going through, and it was terrifying.

-LATER-

Fitz and Georgie pulled up to Lizzie's building to see cop cars and ambulances. The two of them jumped out of the car just in time to see them wheeling out a person.

"Lizzie!" Fitz jumped the police tape.

"Sir! You cant be here!" An officer held out his arm. They both quieted when Lizzie moaned.

"Fitz?" he turned to look at Lizzie. The officer dropped his arm and Fitz ran up besides her to hear her rasping what seemed like a name."Who did this, Lizzie?"

"Geor-" she coughed as she rasped out the first part of an obvious answer. "Don't let Georg-" another raspy breath, "don't let her know." He shook his head in agreement. Her head was bobbing from side to side as she started falling to sleep. Just before her eyes closed he heard one name in full: William. And he knew exactly what William she meant.

"Anyone we should call?" The officer stood besides Fitz.

"Yeah. Her sisters and her parents. And-" he cut himself off. He would call Darcy himself.

"And what, sir?" The officer was glaring at him.

Fitz leaned in and whispered. "You need to find George Wickham. He did this to her."

"Do you have proof?"

Fitz shifted his weight. "Just trust me. I know he did this." The officer thanked him and went to follow the ambulance in his car. Fitz ran back to find Georgie already waiting for him with the car started. As the police car's siren started, Fitz pulled out his phone to make a call he never thought he would have to make for anyone.

William's phone rang and he was glad for the distraction. Charlie was pacing and his jaw still hurt from the earlier assault.

"William Darcy." he heard police sirens.

"Darcy, its Fitz. We have a problem." William panicked.

"Georgie?" He held his breath.

"No." Fitz was holding back. "Darcy, just come to Pemberly General Hospital."

"Is it Aunt Catherine?" He wasn't so panicked at that idea.

He heard Fitz take a deep breath. "No. Its," another deep breath, "its Lizzie.