A/N: well, here we are; the end of the proverbial road of this fic.

I hope it has been enjoyed, even though its more a scene than afic(I only really see fullstories as fics)but take it for what its worth lol.

I can't think of anything else to say on the matter except: go read :D

Well folks, I hope you enjoyed the show! Was great, non?

Now, I hope you agree I do deserve the prize for most dysfunctional life award ever.

Oh god. Its getting light out already. Why? Why? I can't deal with Sir Slimy and Medusa (read: rat-boy Collins and Lady Catherine de Bourg) all in one day without sleep. I might end up killing one-or both-of them; and that just can't happen (me going to jail, not their deaths).

I need to get out of this place-I'm surprised I've lasted this long. Maybe I'm developing superpowers. How exciting!

Ok got it. I'll stop now.

Back on track.

Focus.

Escape Plan: well...

I'm not too good with the escape plans.

…Minutes past: 23.

Plans established:0.

Great.

Only option I can see is to go on an EXTREAMLY long walk and try to numb all current pains. Like finishing a bottle and a half of wine, but better for you.

Maybe I'll take some wine with me.

Or Vodka.

Mmmmmmmm vodka.

Oh no, am I really craving alcohol THAT much. That's not good at all!

I really need this walk.

Ok, 6:12 and still no sleep.

I'm gonna try for sleep now, finally. So, asta la mañana, as they say in Spain; or Mexico, Peru or any other Spanish speaking, countries.

Night. Morning.

Whatever.

Dear Lizzy Bennet,

Please don't throw this away, it isn't another of last nights err, offers, trust me, I get the picture.

This is about some of the things you said which made me feel you got the wrong end of the stick and have misjudged someone very badly.

Lizzy, the image you have of George Wickham is completely false, and you really should know the real story.

George and I go back our whole lives; our fathers were great friends, his father worked for mine and they were very close. The two of us (George and I) used to play together and when his dad passed away, George was only 12 my dad thought it was only right for him to sort of adopt him as a surrogate son figure.

Dad intended to pay for him to go to boarding school with me and then later though to uni. However it was long before uni that I had seen him for what he really is.

When we had only been at school 2 years he had one of the biggest reputations in the school. He was a player; cheat, womaniser and it only got worse over time.

By the time we left school I had literally moved in with some of my friends so I could get my work done and not have to listen to George and his girl for the night's, erm, bedroom noises.

George continued though to uni with me for a while, then decided he couldn't be bothered with it, so left and retuned to my dad, who had grown ill at this point, to scrounge off him some more.

By the time I'd graduated and returned home, George had wormed his way so far into Dads mind he'd managed to turn the tables on us. Now he was the good, sensible young man, while I was the loud raving student who fritted his money away because he could. Dad barley spoke to me in the last 3 months of his life while George and he would chat for hours on end. I could never forgive him for that.

After dad died it became clear as to what George had been saying during their cosy chats. He'd been left enough money for a full education in an American College. He'd been left it in cash.

Needless to say he didn't for fill his education in the USA, more so, for fill his desire to drink, smoke, gamble and womanise. He moved to Vegas. He thought he'd win big, or the money would last him. It didn't. Two years and a few months later he returned to Pemberley expecting another hand out.

This is the part I still find hard to deal with.

I was not there to tell him to bugger off, but unluckily enough my sister, Georgiana was.

Now, Gee is the sweetest person and cant see badness in anyone. She was around fifteen when George came. He, scheming as he is, decided it would be far easier to get Gee and marry her, or at least secure her affections for marriage, therefore marrying into the money he wanted so badly.

With twisted luck, I came home a few weeks before her sixteenth, when they were to be married. When Gee told me, she was shinning, she expected me to be over the moon at their 'love'. Surprisingly enough Wickham left with no fortune and no fifteen-year-old wife. He joined the army, and that is the only way I've been able to leave Gee, knowing he won't be around. I told her what he was and what to do if he did turn up; but I doubt of his return at the present.

I am sorry for this, however, concerning you other point.

I don't deny about splitting up Jane and Bing. I watched them and obviously there were sparks, but nothing more, especially from Jane. She was never too interested in him-and I was protecting my best friend-Charlie's like a brother, and he deserves only the best-she was not the best for him.

I just thought you should know that. I have nothing else to say on the matters.

Yours, truly,

Will

So there we are, that all folks! If youwould drop me a line-reveiw-if u got this far; you dont have to, but if u like. I won't bite,I swear...

Ihope you liked it anyway though. And i'll be off now so l8az (just for the record, i've never used/intend to to use that again-l8az-just thought it was necessary) bye xox