Fan-fiction

Second Chance

I do NOT own the copyrights to Pride and Prejudice

All notes were put in the beginning of ch.'s 1-7

The Grinch and Whoville are Dr. Seuss' creations and are not of my making.

Scene 9

Making a move towards the Bennett's was not something I was sure I wanted to do. Sure, this Charlotte character had urged me to go back to the old home I'd first accompanied Barbie - and her small group- to, but still I stalled. It was not only the fact I stalled, but that I refused to acknowledge anyone - or anything- that looked like 'them'. That is until the day at the college's library when Elizabeth and Jane showed up.

The library at the college was a place I practically lived in. There was something warm and comforting about the place. The noise level was not atrocious, anyone spouting off fool's talk could be ignored and there was plenty of information at my fingertips for any class I was required to take. I'd just reached for one of those books when I felt myself being watched. It was with that sense I turned my head.

"Oh, yippee, my little white jacket has just arrived." I can't say whether the two women appreciated my comment for I'd turned away, grabbed the object my mind had decided I needed and sat down in a comfortable chair - hoping the two would leave; no such luck.

"We need to talk." The dark headed one sat down across from me and earned the right to have no other reply other than a cold hard stare -one I'm sure could have scared the Grinch into changing without Whoville's help.

"Please, we really do." The blonde one spoke with a pleading look.

"Sure, why not?" I hiss and practically toss the book onto the table in front of me. "I'm already labeled a borderline nut, why not just push me all the way over?" It wasn't a question and they both knew it. I stood up and headed towards the back of the room if they insisted on a conversation the least I could do was make sure we were alone.

"So, what is so important you have to bug me like that Charlotte woman?" I pretended to be annoyed, but truth was I had kind of liked the quiet mousy woman - these two I seemed to automatically hold resentment towards - especially the dark-headed one - and why I did not know why, nor did I care to find out.

"Please come back to us." The one with blond hair begged.

"Come back?" I lifted an eyebrow towards them. "I never left any place you lived."

"Oh, but you did, Micah-Anne, but you did. And father is tormented in body and soul. I was wrong in what I did and said. If you'll come back and want me out of the picture I'll not come to visit; my father can come visit me at Pemberley." The dark headed one spoke with even more feeling than the first.

"You're crazier than I am for my name isn't Micah-Anne, it's Misty and people call me Missy." With that I intended to take my leave only the one with dark hair took a hold of my upper arm -a jolt went through me as I could actually feel her hand through the cloth of my shirt, but it was a reaction I buried deep; besides, her touch faded in and out.

"You are Micah-Anne Hawkes, you were Thomas Bennett's best friend and confidante. You two wanted to marry" She saw me roll my eyes and wasn't surprised I asked who the heck was she and who was this Thomas fellow?

""I'm Elizabeth Darcy. Thomas Bennett is our father. He wanted you to be both is wife and lo…" She would have finished but I rudely cut her off and told her once again she was crazier than I if she really believed that.

"She's telling the truth. You become our father's best friend after mother died and it about killed him when you left." When asked what her name was she said Jane.

Thomas, Jane, and Elizabeth Bennett? Those names sounded familiar and I ignored them as I shot off to another part of the library scanning for a book that would tell me who they were. The girls followed, but said nothing -neither attempting to stop me from what I was doing. The books lined up like toy soldiers -none daring to breathe. Names appeared in books that held the records of people who had ever graced this area of England.

Adams, Alexander, Allen, the names ran on in one particular dark-blue book. My fingers ran down the pages until my fingers hit Barnes, and then finally Bennett jumped out. I kept looking until one Thomas Bennett - listed with his daughters practically bit my hand. The first two were indeed Jane and Elizabeth. Man, I needed more sleep is what I thought as I put the book back up. Any intentions of ignoring the dark-blue book and the two women were not heeded as they -yet again- they pled for me to come back.

"Seems to me -even if I am this Micah-Anne you say insist on - I must not have felt the same way about your father as you seem to think he does of me." My coat was picked up as I finished saying surely I'd not have left if that was the case.

"Oh, but we….." Jane hurried to speak before I could make my much wanted departure. "…misjudged you badly and pushed you away. You left for the sake of my father's family. Said you were dividing it." As soon as her sister was done speaking Elizabeth said she pushed the hardest and got others turned against me.

"And now you want this Micah-Anne back, have decided I'm she, and therefore have decided it's your duty to torment me?" I didn't let them finish as I shot a sharp glare in their direction. Grabbing my stuff I high-tailed it out of that place figuring far more sleep was needed than had been put under my belt.

"Go, blow!" I shouted and then left the building. The remark was aimed at Elizabeth -and she knew it.

"She hates us." Jane sighed as she clasped her fingers together.

"No, she hates me." Elizabeth bit her lip -even her fingernail in fear there was nothing that could be done to convince the gal she was Micah-Anne and needed to be with them and not this strange place with lights which held no wick.

OOOOOO

Laying down on my bed I force myself to think of other things only to find myself 'viewing' a past that must have been brought into being by conversing with those two females in the library.

Lights, music and dancing filled the air. Three woman stood chatting with men who must have been their husbands. For all wore wedding bands and all the men had at least one arm wrapped around one of the female's waist. "May I have this dance?" A white haired gentleman with a thin narrow face bowed slightly to me and I found myself being drawn onto the dance floor.

The dance floor -and everything in the room- might as well have become non-existent as I could only focus on his face. His eyes- they were deeper than any I'd ever seen. His smile was soft and inviting. "What's your name?" I heard a voice that had to be mine ask.

"Thomas, Thomas Bennett. And yours?" His eyes never left mine.

"Micah-Anne, but you can just call me Micah if you want." I felt myself flush at my actions knowing it could be construed as being way to forward -thankfully, the man said nothing and we considered to dance.

"Missy, Momma Sue wants you downstairs." Barbie spoke through the open door and I -first- found myself jerking back into reality and second- silently- wished she'd clear out her nasal passages. When she repeated the message I groaned muttered something not repeatable under my breath , got up, and proceeded to go downstairs.