A/N: Here is Lizzie's POV (pt. 3 of Ch. 12)

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pride and Prejudice, they belong to Jane Austen.

Ch. 14

Lizzie didn't want to get out of bed; she could tell from the lighting that it was still dark out. Looking at Lexie's side of the room, she knew it was morning; her bed was already made and the curtains were drawn open. She could see the grey sky outside the window and stayed in bed as she checked her Facebook. The room lit up and she glanced at the window, the sun came out, and she decided to head downstairs to eat.

"Morning," she told her mom and dad in a chipper mood. "Where are Jane and Lexie?"

"I haven't seen them this morning; if they're together they must be out ridding." Her dad said.

Thunder shook the house, "Oh! I hope they make it back soon. You know how sick Jane gets." Her mom cried.

Kitty and Lydia came downstairs complaining that the rain had woken them up. Lizzie figured that the rain must have slowed Jane and Lexie down and hoped they would be back soon. Her mom asked her sisters about school and Lydia and Kitty started to talk about boys and the latest gossip. The rain didn't seem to be letting up and she began to worry.

"They should have made it back by now."

"Maybe they found shelter and they're just waiting until it passes." Her father told her.

Another half an hour passed and still no one else seemed worried or too concerned. The phone rang and she ran to answer it, but her mom beat her to it. She was trying to listen. She couldn't hear who it was but their mom seemed happy about whatever had happened.

"Was that Jane? Are they OK? What happened?" Lizzie asked.

"Oh Jane is fine! In fact it's perfect! She's at the Bingley's house and will have to stay the night. She has a mild fever and Charlie refuses to let her leave until it breaks. I'm sure it won't break until at least tomorrow. Can you believe her luck? Now she'll get to know Charlie better and hopefully they'll start dating. Oh! Imagine all the things he'll buy for her. I remember when your father and I first started dating he would take me out, buy me little things every now and then." Her mother sadly said.

"Well what about Lexie? You know she can't stay the night there; she has to take her pills."

"Oh Alexa isn't going to stay the night, she's going to the hospital."

"What! Why? What happened this time?"

"Lizzie calm down. She fell off her horse, just a bump in the head. It's just procedure. Now go tell your father, I have to call your Aunt Grace to let her know about Jane and Charlie!"

Lizzie knew there was no point in trying to tell her not to jump to conclusions and went to tell her dad what happened. She knew he would be locked in his office and knocked their secret knock to let him know it was her.

"Have they returned yet?" He said leading her to the couch.

"No, Jane is going to stay at the Bingley's. She has a fever and Lexie fell off Aries. She has to go to the hospital and you know that Lexie doesn't like hospitals." She said in a hinting voice.

"I see, I'm sure she'll be fine. She knows all of the information she needs to know." One look from Lizzie told him she was truly worried about her. "But I will go check on her myself and let you know how she's doing." He told her with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you dad," she kissed him on the cheek. "I know you hate to go out in this weather, but mom would most likely crash and we'd have too people in the hospital." She said laughing.

"Hmm, that does seem like a good option. It would definitely be quieter around here." He said in a teasing tone. She rolled her eyes at him. "All right I'll go get ready."

Lizzie went to her room and sent several texts to Jane and tried to call her. She must be sleeping. She couldn't stop worrying and tried to work on her homework but it didn't work. She even found reading difficult and she loved to read. A restless hour passed by and she decided to go visit Jane and she how she was doing. She asked her mom for the car, but she had already promised to take Lydia and Kitty to the mall. She looked for her dad, but he had already left.

She looked outside and saw it had stopped raining and there wasn't a cloud in sight. I'll walk there. She packed a bag for Jane and thinking that it could rain again, put on a raincoat and took an umbrella. Going through the road would take longer, so she walked through the fields. It was really humid and hot, she was glad she wore her jeans, there was mud everywhere. Her shoes were quickly covered in mud, at one point she tripped and rubbed her hands on her now muddy jeans. After making several stops, she finally made it.

As she got closer to the house she was in awe. She had only ever seen it from a distance; the previous owners only used the house as a vacation house and didn't like anyone. She rang the doorbell and waited for a while before Darcy opened the door. He stared intently at her with a scowl on his face. She knew she looked a mess, and she raised an eyebrow, challenging him to say something. They stood there neither saying anything and she could feel her temper rising that he hadn't even invited her inside.

She couldn't help but look around. She wondered what kind of taste Mrs. Bingley had. Everything looked expensive and modern but not in a tacky way. She wondered where Caroline, who liked to wear pink and orange, got her tastes from. Charlie was leasing her upstairs when she heard Caroline's annoying laugh and figured that she was laughing at her.

Jane was lying in the middle of the bed under a mountain of blankets. She sprinted towards her and gave her a tight hug causing Jane to wake up. Jane was as happy as she was to see her. Jane told her everything that happened and Lizzie was proud of her for being so brave. She was mad at Lexie for not having the common sense to go too far from home. They both knew how easy it was to influence Jane, Lexie knew Jane wouldn't have told her 'no'. Isn't she supposed to be the smart one? When she saw that Jane was trying to stay awake, her and Charlie went back downstairs.

Caroline and Louisiana were watching TV and flipping through magazines. She tried watching what was on but she got bored and asked Charlie to borrow the book he had to read for English.

Pappa Bear: *Lexie is fine. No stiches required. Has to stay the night, hospital rules with all head injuries. Her friend Anne came so I am heading home*

Charlie greeting Darcy made her look up from the book. She was surprised to see that the usually neat and proud Darcy had mud all over his feet. Have to see it to believe it. She couldn't believe that he rode on Aries. She had seen it try to throw her father off along with others who tried to train him. Lexie was the only one he lets get close to him. More surprisingly he asked how Jane and Lexie were doing; He can be polite when he wants to be. She noticed his jaw tense before he left without saying a word. Why ask if you don't really care?

"Oh Lizzie, thank you so much for coming, did you bring the car? I really don't want to impose on them, and I don't want Charlie to see me like this." She said with a stuffy nose.

"No mom had to take Lydia and Kitty shopping and dad went to the hospital to check on Lexie, I was just so worried about you I had to come."

"Oh, how is she? You should have seen her Lizzie, I've never seen Lexie so scared, she almost cried."

"That would have been interesting to see. Dad told me that she was ok, no stiches, she just has to stay the night."

"I'm glad to hear that. Luckily Will went with her to the hospital, I don't think I would have made it."

"Wait! Darcy went with her?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you know he really is a nice guy Lizzie."

"Doing a couple of good deeds does not make someone nice Jane." Jane was about to say something. "But I'll admit it was nice of him to go with her. Well I brought you some pjs, clothes for tomorrow, brush, toothbrush, etcetera, but I forgot your phone. I didn't know you left it at home."

"It's ok, I don't need it. I wish you would have brought my homework though. I didn't finish it all yesterday."

"Only you would think of doing homework while you were sick." She laughed.

"Well it is our senior year, next year we'll be going off to college. Dad is pushing me to get better grades by the end of the semester."

"Yea," she said quietly. She still hadn't told Jane that she wanted to take a year off and travel. She hadn't told anyone. "Look Jane, I'm going to take off before it gets dark, I have a long way to walk back."

"Why don't you ask Charlie for a ride? I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking you."

"No, I don't want to bother anyone, plus I have a lot of thinking to do. I'll be back tomorrow as soon as I can get a car." She said kissing Jane on the forehead. "Now get some rest and I'll tell Charlie to get you some soup and juice. Love you."

"I love you too Lizzie, I'll see you tomorrow." She said lying down.

They reached her house and she was going to tell Darcy that she would only be a couple of minutes, but as soon as he turned off the car he stepped out. She had to bite the inside of her cheek from saying anything. Sure come right in!

Her dad greeted her at the door and she saw Darcy looking at 'The Shrine' as she called it while her dad spoke to her. There displayed for everyone who came over were all of Lexie's awards. Her mom loved to show it off and boast about how great Lexie was. Even her dad showed it off proudly to visitors, he said it would help motivate his other children. All the trophies they ever got weren't put into the case though. Her dad asked Darcy in his teasing way to drop off Lexie's thing with Hurst.

She made her way upstairs and noticed that Darcy was following close behind her. Does he just do whatever he wants? She entered her room and yet again he entered without an invite. Her room was a mess, well it was always a mess but she didn't want to add to the list of reasons why Darcy didn't like her. As she packed she noticed Darcy observing everything in the room. He was looking at Lexie's wall; it was one of her favorite things to do when she was alone.

Might as well make use of him. "Lexie's bag is in the closet, get it? Also her backpack is under the desk and her violin is in the corner."

She was trying to remember what else she needed and left the room. She grabbed Jane's phone and her backpack; she grabbed Lexie's medicine and phone. As they were leaving the room, she reluctantly grabbed her backpack in order to do her homework.

"If you don't like the station, you are more than welcome to change it." He said quietly.

She pretended not to hear him. She wasn't going to fall into his trap, but no he repeated it again.

"I heard you the first time Darcy. I just wasn't sure how to answer. You wanted me to say yes so you could see what type of music I do like, and then you'd be able to criticize me and my tastes. What you didn't know is that I always manage not to give people like you the opportunity to judge me. I will happily cheat you out of the pleasure. So, no I do not want to change the station." She smiled.

"I was just letting you know you may change it if you wish." He calmly answered, but his hands told a different story. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Lexie's phone going off was a good distraction. Hurst came up to the car and Darcy got out to help him. The window was rolled down and she could hear the gratitude in his voice as he thanked Darcy. I think that's the most emotion I've ever seen from him. He must like Lexie a lot. She smiled. He finally acknowledged her in his usual manner. But he still doesn't like me. Of course he'd be nice to Darcy, they're both total snobs.

As Darcy paid for the pizzas, Lizzie decided to carry them, there were only four. Darcy insisted on carrying them, annoying her when he couldn't at least open the door. On the way back he brought up the trophy case, of course he would bring it up. It had fulfilled its purpose.

"Your sisters and you must be in a many activities to obtain all of the awards in the living room."

"They're all Lexie's." She said with a tiny hint of anger in her voice. She was proud of Lexie, she was. But she was also sick of talking about it when her friends would come over.

"She must be very accomplished to have obtained so many." He automatically replied.

"Or a robot," she muttered. She knew it was mean to say but for all of Lexie's 'accomplishments' you would think she would be happy. She has the world at her feet.

"Why would you say that?"

"It is impossible for a normal person to do everything she's done." She said thinking of her dad and the expectations he wanted her to meet because of Lexie.

"What has she done that you think it impossible?"

"She can play two instruments, she's really good on the piano, but she's amazing on the violin; she even moves like a robot. She sings, she's the smartest in her class. She has had a perfect GPA her whole life; she could have graduated already. I don't know why she would choose to stay in school another school year. Would you still be in school if you had the chance to get out? She speaks and reads in three languages, oh and didn't you notice how neat and organized her side of the room is? The sheets on the bed are perfect; she irons all her clothes before she hangs them and will iron it again if she sees a tiny wrinkle. I swear sometimes I think she has OC-" She stopped ranting. She couldn't believe she had just said all of that to him. Why couldn't Lexie just be normal?

"Nothing you just mentioned is impossible for one person to do."

"Of course it's impossible! Can you name anyone?" She knew it wasn't impossible. She had just never met anyone else. It was something she told herself to feel better. Even though they were twins, they couldn't be the same.

"I could name a few."

"Sure." She sarcastically said followed by a small laugh. She doubted he knew many if any at all.

"Your sister does not seem to be happy-"

Her head snapped to look at him so fast he didn't finish his sentence. She was glaring at him. Jane told her they all knew about the medication. She hated that he knew; now he could add something major to his list. People always assume that because one of them is crazy the rest of them must be too. But Lexie wasn't crazy; she was just depressed, had a mental illness and had anxiety problems. Lexie didn't act or say crazy things, she was just different.

She muttered that it wasn't any of his business and luckily he hadn't heard her.

They were all downstairs working on their homework together when Lizzie came downstairs to join them. The only noise in the room was coming for Caroline who was walking around the room. She kept sighing as if trying to get someone to pay attention to her, but she was failing miserably. Getting frustrated of being ignored she broke the silence.

"You write so fast Will; I can't believe how neat your handwriting is." She said peaking over his shoulder.

"Actually I write rather slowly." He replied indifferently.

"Just look at how perfect you write, I wish I could write that way."

He just kept writing.

"Now I know why you have a 100 in English, you're already on your third page! You must write well if you can write for a long time. My hand always cramps." Caroline said.

"Will doesn't write well, he only writes long essays to make himself sound smart." Charlie said jokingly.

"At least it's not like yours Charlie! Your handwriting is so bad, it's like chicken scratch. I've always wondered how you made it so far in school. I would have made you stay in kinder until you learned how to write."

"Hey! It's not my fault. My thoughts come out of my head too fast for my hand to keep up. It does have its advantages though I guess. Like when I write essays; if I don't know what to write about or put I make it messy enough so the teacher has to guess what I'm trying to say. I guess that's how I've made it so far." He said chuckling.

"At least you're honest about it, it would be wrong to criticize you for it." Lizzy said.

"Modesty however has a secret agenda; most of the time people just want to be complimented." Darcy said speaking to his paper.

"Is that what you think I was doing?" Charlie teased.

"You were boasting. You're really proud of the fact that you are a bad writer. You write too fast and pretty much said you write without thought or meaning. People who try to read what you write find it annoying. A fact which you find amusing. The ability to do things fast may be a sought after trait, but what often happens are imperfections. When you do things too fast you miss the most important details. I know you too well Charlie, you are always trying new things but once you get bored you quit without a second thought." Darcy scolded.

"There is nothing wrong with trying new things till you find something you like." Lizzie said defending Charlie.

"I guess you could just say I'm a free spirit and when I decide to do something it is done in a hurry."

"I would more quickly call you a pushover than a free spirit." Will told him.

"I agree with you Will, Charlie is a pushover." Caroline said with a big smile.

"And what makes you think I'm a pushover?" Charlie asked.

"You're always changing your mind or doing something you don't want to just to please others. Remember the time we went to that annoying kid's party in 6th grade? You are the one who wanted to leave after an hour of being there. Caroline wanted to stay and when he asked you to stay the night, you did."

"Wow so you can name one time." Charlie said.

"I can actually list multiple times."

"You actually managed to show him off more than he did himself. You did not do yourself enough credit Charlie," Lizzie told him smiling happy to use Darcy's words against himself.

"I am amazed at how you managed to change his insult into a compliment." Charlie said, and her smile grew.

She looked at Darcy who as usual had a scowl on his face. He was still looking at his paper but he had stopped writing.

"I know it isn't what he intended to do though. I'm positive he would be happy if I just did what I wanted to do and not care about what someone else wanted from me."

"Would he be happy that you were doing what you want, or that you're not doing what somebody wants you to do?"

"I don't know, ask him. This is too much thinking and I need to concentrate on math right now."

"You expect me to explain an opinion that is not mine. However if a friend asks him for something he doesn't want to do. He does it only because his friend wanted it and does it without reason."

"So you think it's wrong for someone to be a good loyal friend and just do that friend a favor?"

"Blind loyalty is not loyalty. You're a fool if the only reason you yield to a friend's opinion is because they have that opinion, you should not act just to please someone else."

"If you like the friend enough, you would be a good friend to do what was asked without reason. Now if someone was making him do something he didn't want to, then it would be different."

"And if the friend was forcing him to do something for his own good?" Darcy said. Lizzie was thinking about an answer, but Charlie stood up and stretched.

"Well I don't know about you guys but I'm going to bed," said Charlie.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea," said Caroline a little too enthusiastically.

"I should go check on Jane, make sure she's comfortable and see how her fever is."

Everyone said goodnight to each other and went to their rooms. Jane still had a fever, but it was lower than earlier. She kissed her forehead and told her goodnight. She went to the guest room next door and as she lied down, she hoped that Jane's fever would break by the morning and they could leave early. She didn't want to be here longer than necessary, plus she still had a lot of homework to do. She shouldn't have commented on Darcy's harsh opinions of Charlie, but how did Charlie consider Darcy his best friend? She had no doubt that Darcy was the type of person that would think forcing someone to do something 'for their own good' was a good idea. She wished she had said something but Charlie had to interrupt. Oh well, next time.