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Short Summary It is 202x, Lizzie is visiting her friend, after breaking her engagement to Wickham Once, she met his foster brother, the billionaire Mr. Darcy, and thought him a snob. In 1812 Lizzie is unhappily married to proud Mr. Darcy. A tragedy brings present and past connect. What is going on? Where is Lizzie?

Time travel or is it?

Munich, Germany, 202… A tragedy

Dr. Elizabeth Bennet was visiting Dr. Charlotte Lucas, her girlfriend who lived in Munich. Both had gone to Boston to specialize in Gynecology and Obstetrics. Though Charlotte was years older, they were best friends since her family used to live near Longbourn. These days, Mariah spent all her hols at the Bennet's exclusive bed and breakfast.

Lizzie had come for a short vacation, bummed about her ex-boyfriend, Dr. George Wickham, who couldn't be faithful if his life depended on it. He had a foster brother, the billionaire Fitzwilliams Darcy, a hateful snob who used to be part of the problem, indulging George and always bailing him out. She met Darcy twice while spending a weekend with George in Barbados. Darcy hardly said a word, wearing a cap and sunglasses. In truth, she was uncertain how he looked, if not for the pictures George had had all over his apartment.

She could feel Darcy staring the entire time, looking down on her, the arrogant man, like she cared. He was fit, taller than anyone else she knew, but so what? Once, she saw George and Darcy arguing quite loud. It happened after Elizabeth was upset over George flirting with someone at a club. Though she heard her name during their argument, she was sure it was not over her. That day she took photos of the snob and sent them to Jane.

Darcy was with three ginger-hair siblings, his friends, a divorced sister, a smiling brother who flirted with every blond woman around, and a woman she'd met at George's apartment. That woman had to be the most dislikable person Lizzie had ever met. She wore too much makeup and too much jewelry and was overdressed. Thinking back, the Bingley sister must have been one of George's lovers; but she had her eyes on the snob, who seemed to ignore her efforts to attract him. When they went to a club, the snob wore a low cap. George said Darcy didn't want to be recognized. The snob didn't dance and sat across her, staring the entire time.

George teased her, "Darling, William wants you. I wouldn't mind a threesome; although it is not my thing, watching you two, the ones I love the most, would be unforgettable. Maybe one day, I will like it very much!" Lizzie had laughed, thinking George was being crazy; they used to laugh all the time.

At the club, the nasty ginger woman was overdressed, nearly naked, with an orange transparent dress and matching skimpy underwear. She asked George to dance when he stood up, and the smiling brother did the same, pulling Lizzie to dance. Lizzie turned him down, not liking how he looked at her like she was a toy. She heard the snob guffaw ing, probably at her, imbecile.

What a nasty lot, Lizzie had told Jane. Jane kidded, saying the smiling sibling was extra hot, and Lizzie was horrified. That was a few months before Lizzie

Darcy was George's protector until a few months ago when Fitzwilliam Darcy died, a victim of a terrorist attack. The body wasn't recovered despite all efforts. He left George millions, making it all worse. George stayed drunk for days, and then things got worse.

The day she found George with her sixteen-year-old sister, trying to force her to kiss him and more, that did it. Lydia cried and confessed she had flirted with him and tried to kiss him, but he had said maybe when she was 16. Lydia said they had gone out a few times while Lizzie was at work, but this day he wanted more. Kitty was mad at her; what if Lizzie found out? Lizzie did. She found them one month after the giant party to celebrate their engagement.

Lizzie broke up with him and moved to London, away from her family. She had come to visit Charlotte, to lick her wounds, and to get away from George. George followed her to London and got a flat in her building, in the penthouse, of course. He swore he was a changed man, doubtful. He sent flowers, candy, and cards to her office, but, no, he wasn't for her. As for Lydia, Lizzie wasn't talking to her, though George was the adult, and that was a fact.

George had turned into a stalker; her office looked like a flower shop. He waited for her, standing by her car. Wherever she was, he was there. She would walk past him until he turned more aggressive. He tried to kiss her more than once and then some, pressing his aroused body against hers. No denying it, she still wanted him, but that wasn't enough. He waited for her and would go into the elevator to corner her.

Meanwhile, daily pictures of him leaving a club with young actresses were in the media, making her sick. He swore they were fake, indeed. Sometimes in the morning, he sat outside her door. The last time was the day before she left. He was crying, begging her, saying he had lost the two he loved the most and had changed. George stunk of alcohol, making her want to go as far away as she could.

She felt awful, and it still hurt badly. She had been madly in love with George, but she wanted to start living again.

Lizzie sat down to breakfast; Charlotte had been taking her around. She worried about Lizzie, "Lizzie, today we will go to Salzburg for two overnights. It is three hours drive. We will leave in a couple of hours. We can go hiking and maybe to a club. It would help if you put that creep out of your mind; you are too young and too pretty," Charlotte proposed.

"Sounds good," Lizzie said, a bit listless, still not over the breakup and the betrayal. She wore some jewelry pieces and left the rest at Char's flat. She wore the medallion gifted to every Bennet sister by her dead grandparents. They believed they were descendants of magical people, and the medallions had been cast long ago. She remembered.

The Medallions

The medallions were heavy, engraved gold disks with small flawless gems forming patterns. They hung from thick chains; the jeweler, where she took hers to be cleaned, didn't recognize the links' style. He said they were very old and offered to buy the set for nearly a quarter million. Her father said he knew they were valuable and very old, but people would think they were cheap pieces; he took one to be examined, and it was supposed to be over 1,000 years old. There were seven of them, and they passed to the females. The sisters never took them off. Besides being beautiful, the sisters were superstitious. The coins were supposed to ward off many bad things. One was preventing an early death; another was to help you be with the right person to make you happy, and so on.

There were strange tales of family members moving across time and more. George's foster brother, Fitzwilliam Darcy, asked him if he knew the story behind her medallion. George, in turn, asked Lizzie, explaining Darcy had inherited one similar to hers. One thing was odd; she swore her medallion vibrated when she had been around the Darcy, the snob. Funny, her family was noble; her father was wealthy, with a considerable net worth, though nothing like Darcy's. Nevertheless, the snob looked down on her.

Lizzie touched her medallion; it felt warm to the touch. She felt a short vibration, probably her imagination, after remembering the snob. It annoyed her; she remembered him way too often. She dressed and finished packing her clothes, along with a large satchel she always carried, with a professional medical kit and medicines for everything. In the same bag, she packed her Swiss army knife, flashlight, small bag with tools, her extra power supplies, cables, make-up, etc.

They had rented a small two-seater, so she had her two personal bags by her feet, and the satchel hung across her chest. She decided on the smartwatch, which was more practical. Lizzie had recently cut her hair a few inches, and it fell down her mid-back. She made a half bun to get the hair out of her face and wore a long sweater, a puffy vest, trousers, a scarf around her neck, heavy socks, and hiking boots. Charlotte said they could hike around a lake and visit a historical palace on the way, so she was ready.

The day was cloudy and foggy, and snow mixed with rain started falling. "Char drive slower; it is too fast for road conditions." Lizzie was nervous, a premonition; the same uneasy feeling since she woke up that day. Her medallion was vibrating, without a doubt, making her apprehensive.

"Silly girl, don't worry, I am the best driver..." Charlotte never completed her sentence. A lorry (a semi-truck) lost control and rammed several cars. The lorry carried flammable fluid, exploding on impact. Nearly all the cars' occupants died instantly; Charlotte and Lizzie's car was the first hit. The local rescue crew found only bones and ashes. When the pieces were examined, the experts only found Charlotte's DNA, though Lizzie's charred passport was inside the middle console.

George found out and hired investigators, convinced Lizzie had survived. He became obsessed, looking like a shadow of his old self. None of the Bennet family talked to him, blaming him for Lizzie's depression. Most days, George parked an RV by the gate, crying, according to Mr. Hill. He hoped to find out about Lizzie. At least once a day, he would go to the door to be dismissed.

Strangely, there was one medallion missing from the safe, there should be two, and there was only one.

They started researching all books their father's family had. Mary believed Lizzie was somewhere else, and they needed to bring her back. Something had sent her somewhere else. Days before, the day Lizzie went to Munich, Lizzie's dog, Biscuit, a small terrier George gave her, disappeared. He must have jumped out an open window. Mary said the dog had gone to look for her, which worsened it.

Their mother cried all day long. Sure her daughters had gone mad with grief. Jane quit her job, and Mary left the Uni; days later, their father joined them, taking a sabbatical from his consulting job. They were locked up in the basement, where they had kept scrolls and artifacts since times long ago. Fanny managed the exclusive bed and breakfast with Kitty and Lydia's help. Jane and Mary, who used to work part-time, so they helped run the place, were no longer available. Lydia was of little help. She wouldn't stop crying, blaming herself. Kitty no longer talked to Lydia, her best friend, and Mariah Lucas, who came to visit, only spoke to Kitty. She loved Lizzie and blamed Lydia, so she came as often as possible to help the sisters with their research.

A visitor.

A Bentley parked in the long driveway, the driver opened the door, and an elegant woman in dark clothes stepped out. She carried a trendy bag full of books. Kitty opened the door. The woman wanted a room. "Sorry, Ma'am, we are fully booked. We are fully booked for the entire year."

"I am Lady Catherine Fitzwilliams. A family room will be perfect," she opened her coat, "I think you recognize this," she pointed at the medallion hanging from her neck.

Lydia had come out. "Why are you wearing Lizzie's medallion? It has her birthstone. Give it to me?" She stretched her hand to take it.

The lady pointed her finger at Lydia, who backed out, blowing on her hand. "You burnt me; who are you?"

"I must see your parents. I know about your sister, and I want my nephew back. " Lady Catherine, the beautiful woman whose age was difficult to assess, demanded.

Jane had come up to get a tray for her father and Mary. She heard them and asked. "What is going on?"

Lady Catherine's eyes rounded, "Jane Bennet, married to General Fitzwilliams; it is all here." She pointed at her heavy bag. "I want my nephew back. That Fitzwilliams Darcy, the one from long ago, married Elizabeth Bennet daughter of Thomas and Fanny. I can help." She pulled out a small portrait in an antique silver frame. She showed them the portrait, A couple and their dog; "I have others," Lydia screamed and sat on the ground, throwing up. Fanny Bennet, standing behind Lydia, saw the portrait and fainted.

"You need to hear the rest. There is hope, but we must work together. My nephew and niece will be here to help." She added. When she finished she said, "George loves your daughter. He is by the fence, and..." When she saw the animosity, didn't mention him again.

An hour later, she was in Lizzie's room, with her luggage. Mariah was told to stay since she had a role to play. Her parents let her, saying that Mariah always had wished Lizzie was her sister. Lady Catherine pulled her mobile home to text. You best go home, Richard will be here, and we will let you know. Richard is angry with you because of Georgiana. About Elizabeth, you lost her. William told me you weren't faithful when he met you in Barbados and thought you would lose her. If we need you, we will let you know. Aunt Catherine.

She looked out the window, but the RV stayed parked.

1812

"Lizzie, Lizzie, my love, forgive me." Fitzwilliam Darcy was searching for Elizabeth after they argued. She had unwillingly married him after his disastrous proposal at Kent. It was raining, hard to see, when he heard a dog barking and went towards it. What had he done, what; why had he been a proud fool and refused to change? "Whoever is listening, keep her safe." He begged and heard the dog nearer. The air smelled of fire and something strange.

A/N Oops, what happened? Did Lizzie die? It will have a happy ending.