A/N: Sorry about the dramatics in the last chapter, after I got that comment I read my last chapter again...and I was like wow...that was really dramatic...so I tried to tone this one down. Thank you so much for your reviews!

Chapter 6: Connections

David crossed the countryside to Netherfield from Meryton at an impressive speed. Perhaps twice as quickly as Elizabeth Bennet had once done, but he knew not of her experience and so was not proud. It was the day after he had received his reply letter, from his father. It had been an eligible one line scrawl that had confirmed his fear. He did indeed have a sister, Daisy Everhart. Who was in fact, not his half sister but his full one. David had been mortified to learn this latest fact about himself. His whole life seemed to be spread out before him, as a vicious lie. He felt separated from his family, as he had never before experienced.

However, David was not one to dwell on such ill tidings, and so attempted to turn his mind to the Bingley's and most of all to Caroline Bingley. He smiled at the thought of her, though he had to admit, that he was just as afraid as he was excited. She had a wild spirit. He had no idea if she even knew he was coming, but he hoped that she would not be enraged. For he was inclined to believe that he was the reason for her desire to quit the country.

The only thing David was truly relieved about this morning, was the absence of his sister. She had fled the country in the wee hours of the morning, and no one had any idea as to her whereabouts. However, David was in no rush to delay his trip and find her. He had after all offered to take her along, and she had refused it. He could at least content himself with the fact that she was no longer employed at the Crow's Crown and that Caroline would not know that she was his sister, although he felt incredibly guilty for being glad about such a thing. Finally Netherfield came in to view and David gave his newfound sister not another thought.

Caroline's Pov:

The Bingley's an the Hurst's waited patiently in the breakfast-parlor. Bingley was in excellent humor, which surprised no one. Jane was likewise, but then no one knew if Jane could be counted as a separate person from Bingley since they did everything the same, and conversed as one as well. Louisa was as conniving as always, and was watching Caroline threw the corner of her blue eye. Mr. Hurst was as usual indifferent to all the happenings, and enjoying his breakfast.

At half-past 10 that morning, the butler announced that their coachman had arrived, and that their things were being loaded. Caroline felt her stomach turn, and she was the last to stand up. Part of her wished that she had never asked to leave in the first place, but then another part of kept reminding herself that it was a closed carriage, so no communication could be held. She would simply not look at him and climb into the coach. She also decided not to look at Louisa, for she was equally dangerous. When Charles took her arm to lead her outside, Caroline bit down on her lip, she felt as if she was being marched to her death. She didn't know exactly what to expect, or what she thought was going to happen but she was terrified at the prospect of a second meeting.

Would his eyes still look as deep and knowing, would his smile still look bemused. Caroline reminded herself firmly again that she was not to look at him. After all, she thought, I don't know why I'm so upset, he did kiss me, not the other way around. Charles seemed not to notice her inner turmoil and so commented.

"I hope the weather stays pleasant for are journey." Caroline looked at her older brother desperately, wishing that he would lead her to her room instead, that he would protect her from the impending situation. She wanted to cry out for help but she didn't know if he would listen. When she didn't respond to his comment Charles looked at her confused,

"Are you quite well, sister?" This was her chance, she had to say something, she had to save herself.

"I'm fine." She said, as they reached the door.

David stood beside the carriage waiting for his passengers. He hoped that he was dressed appropriately, he didn't know if there was a certain uniform required for fill in Carriage drivers. He was wearing a simply white shirt, his only waistcoat which was black, and a light coat, with breeches. He hoped it was presentable, it was by no means dressy, or even servant quality, but it was the best that he had.

He was attempting to straighten his collar when they came out, two women first, neither of which were Caroline, then a rather plump old man who nodded at him, and finally Caroline on the arm of her brother. David's heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant, in a beautiful emerald dress and a matching ribbon in her fiery hair. She was obviously no longer covered in mud, and no longer crying and David thought, if it were at all possible, she looked even more beautiful. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking off to the left, but David didn't care, he thought it didn't matter if she never looked at him again, as long as he could look at her.

Charles approached David and shook his hand.

"Mr. Everhart, thank you so much, for doing this, on such short notice." Bingley said smiling brightly.

"Not at all, sir. The pleasure is all mine." David said smiling as they relesed hands. Charles helped his wife into the carriage (or at least David assumed it was his wife). David then offered his hand to the second lady, who was without a doubt the Bingley's older sister. She was not nearly as attractive as Caroline, but pleasant enough, though there was something very foreboding and unpleasant about her. Then the second, portly man shook David's hand and climbed into the carriage. And finally Miss. Bingley, David jumped at the chance to take her hand.

"Allow me," He said, as he caught her soft skin in his hand. Miss. Bingley who had been looking down until then, suddenly gave David her full attention. Her blue eyes boring into his with an intensity, that sent a jolt to David's heart. He could do nothing but return the stare for a moment, which seemed timeless. Perhaps Miss. Bingley was able to collect herself because she suddenly tore her eyes away and spoke.

"Thank you of course, Mr.-uh-"

"Everhart." He supplied suppressing a smile, she did know how to play a delightful game.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Everhart, thank you." And then her fingers slide out of his own, and she disappeared into the confines of the carriage. Mr. Bingley, who noticed nothing at all, grinned wide again at David. Then to David's surprise Mr. Bingley shut the door from the outside.

"Mr. Bingley? Aren't you going to-" David began gesturing towards the carriage,

"What? Oh no, not nearly enough room, I'll ride with you, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." David said, slightly disappointed, he had been looking forward to a ride in silence with only the thought of driving Caroline Bingley to occupy his mind.

Pemberley

"I've written Bingley, we should have his reply on the personal scribe soon enough." Fitzwilliam Darcy said to his wife that morning at breakfast.

"Oh wonderful," Elizabeth said with a yawn, "I hope he knows someone."

"As do I, ever since you suggested the idea, I have thought of how pleasant it should be not to be burdened with writing. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Yes you do, you'd go about the day in the same manner as always, and hold very little conversation."

"Your right of course," Darcy said as the maid refilled his coffee. "But its much pleasanter to have you to alter my life's routine, and hold conversation with."

"I'm glad to hear it." Elizabeth said with a playful smile at her husband.

"You don't think, by having a personal writer, we shall become idle and the stereotype of the rich, do you?" Darcy asked.

"Goodness, I should hope not, but perhaps, one employee won't alter our ways to drastically." Elizabeth said picking up her toast.

"Although one wife certainly does." Darcy commented. Elizabeth smiled.

"Yes, now if only our employee will do us such an improvement."

They both looked at each other with all the playfulness and love that two people could have and want, and they both thought that it would have to be a very good employee.