The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/N Sorry, I am unable to answer your reviews. I get a message there is not such review. In any case, things will become clearer, be patient. Where his our couple right now? In 1812, to why or how, you can try to guess. It seems both are both the 1812 and the 2022 couple. It also appears as if Mr. Darcy is not as clear as Lizzie that he is there from the future. Maybe? As what is going on with George? I think, we must wait. This is a mystery and fantasy of sorts.

Past and Future-

Lizzie remembered the telly and books about time travel, but if so, if this were time travel, why did everyone look like people from her time? And why did she have memories of this time? The explosion, she couldn't remember what had happened. Was she dead? If she were dead, she didn't want George here. She didn't want to fall for his lies again. She needed to pay attention. William was talking to her.

"Of course, my dear, you know George is like family. It is not a secret my father considered him a second son." William saw Richard rolling his eyes. His aunt had confided to her Fitzwilliams family that she believed George Wickham was Darcy's by-blow, raised by his adoptive father, Wickham Sr. His aunt Anne was certain George Wickham Jr. was the son of his adoptive father's dead sister, Miss Wickham. She was a beauty who had Mrs. Reynold's job before and had died around the time George was born. Lady Anne often complained her husband favored George over his heir, William. It made sense.

A strong gust of wind blew into the room when the door to the terrace opened. Biscuit jumped from the bed and barked angrily. To everyone's surprise, the small terrier jumped rather high and pushed the door, closing it with its paws. Mr. Bennet felt a presence in the room for a few seconds. He saw Biscuit's eyes glow, and whatever presence he had sensed vanished. In the manuscripts his mother left him, an animal protected those who later disappeared. It was sometimes a horse, or a dog, or a raven, and so on. The animal was more than it seemed. He would ask when did Lizzie get the dog. He also wanted to go and see where William had found Lizzie.

Her father sat by her, "Darling, I understand you. We will talk when you are ready. Meanwhile, I am going to write my mother. I think it is best, the soonest the better. William, I would like my mother to come. It is not that far; after she gets my letter, she could be here in four or five days."

William wanted to be accommodating, "Please, we can send an express, and I will have a carriage at Dover, waiting for her arrival. As a matter of fact, some of the shipping ships often travel to Norway. I can arrange an expedient trip."

The day went by without any major incidents. They had tea in the room. When Lizzie wanted to bathe, the next surprise came. "I will have hot water brought up, and Marie can come to help you," William told her.

"Help me? Why?" She remembered there were no bathrooms. She would need help. She didn't like it, but again, looking at her sister's anguished faces, she acquiesced. "Sorry, my head, of course."

Richard invited the ladies and Mr. Bennet for a stroll, but Georgie wanted to stay by Lizzie. William wanted to be alone with Lizzie, wanted to tell her what a fool he had been.

Richard insisted, asking Georgie to be a good hostess. Finally, she harrumphed and went.

As soon as they were gone, William sat closer to caress her face. "Lizzie, my love, forgive this man. I have been a proud fool and don't deserve you. Even though I cannot lose you, please give me another chance. I know this is not the time, but think about it."

He leaned and kissed her lips softly. The kiss awoke hidden feelings in Lizzie, making her feel loved and cherished. She remembered other kisses, the ones in another place. George stopped existing, her arm went around William's neck, and she opened her lips. The kiss didn't last. He moved away, and his finger traced her lip. He looked dazed, "My Lizzie, you kissed me. Regrettably, no more for now since you aren't well. Maybe, you will stay. I need you to know you are my life and always will be. When I saw you with," he stopped. He remembered Lizzie with George, making him anxious.

Lizzie's eyes stayed closed. The kiss had made her want more, much more. Images of his naked, aroused body next to hers made her body melt. She wanted him, want

The maids and footmen were at the door. Mrs. Reynolds had water heating for hours, waiting to be called, and came up to assist. "My lady, we worried about you. I hope you will be happy. Welcome home."

Lizzie wanted to know where home was and how to ask. "With the fall, I don't remember the name here," she smiled shyly.

"Pemberley, our home is Pemberley." William grinned, and her stomach did a flip, making her want him. She had feelings for him, no doubt. He was extremely hot.

"How long was I out? What is the date today?" She asked again.

"Today is Wednesday, August 5, 1812. Only a few days have passed; your fall was last Sunday week. A long time but not a year or two." William grinned again and tapped her nose, teasing her but realizing she remembered some other time and place.

Her ears rang, 1812, August? She remembered November 2022, Germany. But 1812 also sounded right; this couldn't be happening, yet, it was.

Outside, Lord Bennet now saw a dark cloud right above Pemberley, and what seemed ghostly shadows were flying around the house. He made a decision; he needed to write an urgent letter. He excused himself and hurried back. He wished he had read the scrolls and documents his mother had sent better.

Biscuit started barking, throwing its body against the terrace doors. Mrs. Reynolds ran and closed all the drapes. William saw strange birds, not birds but a mirage, he hoped.

"Sir, ensure all the windows are closed, and the drapes are drawn. It isn't safe; I will explain later." Mrs. Reynolds urged. Then she went in to help Lizzie bathe, once that William helped her walk to the small room, where he had a bathroom of sorts.

As soon as Mrs. Reynolds left the room, William ran to Lizzie. "Darling, don't worry about anything. All will be well." He sat closer and held her. Her body was cold as ice.

He wanted to ask other questions, maybe he could, but perhaps not all the truth, "I had dreams I saw you with George, on an island. I fought with him because I saw him acting wrong. I confess I was mad at him because he didn't deserve you. Maybe I don't either, but I will never be unfaithful. You are my life." His heart was beating fast, and his mouth was dry. Who knew what she would think? He was taking a chance.

Lizzie looked at him, surprised. "A dream, or am I dead?" Now, she was very scared, remembering the explosion. Something niggled her mind, something of significance, but it escaped her. "So did you dream it, or you know because I am dead?"

He couldn't answer because her father came running to hold her. "My child, you are well. You are." Mr. Bennet held her tight. In one of the tales, apparitions killed the ladies who had almost died before. In another, the couple disappeared, maybe died, and so on. Not this time, he breathed deeply, relieved. The dog sat guarding [the balcony door. Mr. Bennet noticed the good dog, or whatever it was. The dog ruff was fluffed, and it was growling softly.

"Dad, am I dead, or what is happening?" Lizzie asked, her voice thin, scared.

Her father's heart ached; he didn't want her gone. "No, not dead, no darling, you are here. Be happy, I think the fall is affecting you."

William bit his lip, wanting to say something, but what if she decided she was someone else and left, and maybe his Lizzie would die? He felt the now Lord Bennet looking at him; he knew something and wanted him to be quiet. William would be.

After a while, Lizzie calmed. Both William and her father sat by her. The others came into the room, so William decided they should all have their dinner brought to Lizzie's room. Georgie took her place next to Lizzie; she was zealous and knew the Bennet had come to take Lizzie away. No, they wouldn't because she was going to stop them. William wanted everyone around her; he noticed Lizzie was more relaxed when her sisters and Georgie were with her.

"I will help Lizzie with her dinner," Georgie dared her sisters or William to try to stop her. Richard grinned, looking at Georgie. 2022-Lizzie loved spicy food and detested bland food. She looked at the chicken with disdain, but Georgie said, "Darling, eat a little, you like roasted chicken."

When Lizzie ate it, the flavor was different, fresh, delicious. Same with the potatoes, so fresh, she loved them. Georgie was happy to see her eat. Then she helped her eat a warm apple compote with clotted cream. Lizzie closed her eyes and sighed, "Very tasty, heavenly."

Richard sat at the small table with the Bennet. Jane flirted with him, to Mr. Bennet's pleasure, glad to see his daughter smile. Finally everyone left, including Georgie once Richard tempted her with a game of billiards. She hesitated, not trusting her brother, or the Bennet family. Richard nearly begged her because he wanted William to mend the damage, seeing his change.

Once the family left for the evening, William took off his cravat and his cardigan off. He apologized for not being freshly shaven."Sorry I am so unkempt but I didn't want to be away from your side for a minute; I couldn't sleep. Georgie slept by your side; I slept on the chair, and your mutt sat by your feet. The terror doesn't seem fond of me."

Lizzie grinned, looking at his messy hair, looking great, with a shadow of a beard. He looked perfect, she thought. "No, it suits you. You are at home, and I like it."

He shrugged a shoulder, "Thanks, but my valet doesn't think so."

He helped her clean her teeth with a tooth cream he had designed and a primitive toothbrush, his recent invention, but he lacked tools to do much more. Once Lizzie was better, he was going to install a septic tank. He would see how to get what he needed. He also rubbed a perfumed salve on her hands. All his touches made her hungry for more, but 1812 Lizzie, part of her, distrusted him. She would ask why she disliked him, but there was no need. They sat by the edge of the bed. She wore a long nightgown made of silk, very old fashioned that could be a party gown, she thought.

"Darling, I was a pompous, proud fool. I know my marriage proposal was ridiculous; I discussed it with Richard who not only laughed but was aghast. He is right, I am the one beneath you. Georgie knows about it; she heard us arguing, and Richard told her what he thought of me." William swallowed hard, scared of her reaction.

"Remind me, I forget." She tried, looking at him.

"Why? It's best to put it away; enough said since I have thought the proposal ridiculous for a long while. But my pride wouldn't let me acknowledge it. I want to be the one you love, the one you want on your bed. The one you want to kiss; the one you want his touch, worshipping you. There is no one else for me. You should know my wealth is meaningless without you. In that dream, I told you about, you were George's. It tore my heart, I wanted you for myself. In a dream or now, since the moment I saw you, my body and my soul wanted you. I couldn't take my eyes away from you. I wanted you to be in my arms and my bed, not with George." He held her and sought her mouth.

Lizzie had listened to his words and knew he was telling the truth. She remembered his intense looks at the island. What she thought it was looking down on her, was desire. She wanted his kisses, his caresses. His mouth set her on fire; his touch and mouth were familiar, his hands on her back, caressing, holding her, felt right. For a second she remembered George's expert touches, kisses, and flattering words, but no more.

His hands caressed her, licking her lips, kissing her face, her neck. They half lay on the bed, "Darling, I know you are not well, but will you allow me to kiss your body?" He gasped when her hand caressed his neck, and tried to pull the shirt out the trousers with her other hand.

"First, get ready for bed." Lizzie bit her lip, wondering what he would think, but she was married to him, wasn't she?

"Will you allow me to share your bed?" William asked, hoping she would say yes. To hold her, would be more than enough. He had another secret. The doctor was baffled that Lizzie wasn't bleeding, and she was already increasing. He asked William if he had seen blood in her clothing or where the fetus was. After all, Lizzie had been pregnant. When he asked Mrs. Reynolds, she said the same. William also noticed other things. But it was best not to pry further.

Lizzie found his question puzzling, "My bed?" isn't this our room, she thought.

William realized this new Lizzie thought differently, he remembered at the time when they married, she was offended. She thought he was being condescending and said so, what to say? His answer was awful, "Well, this is your room, my mistake, my parents and many others keep separate rooms. Ahem." He nearly said people like him. He needed to be shot, Richard was right; William remembered. Richard had told him, "Why do you keep her at arm's length? If she were my wife, or when I marry, I want my wife's body next to mine when I go to sleep. You are going to lose her. Moreover, If you must know, my parents sleep in the same room."

William wanted to tell her the truth, "You told me to do as I wish, and in all honesty, you were unhappy about it? As I said, I was a fool."

Lizzie remembered in centuries before, rich couples slept apart. Well, not her, even if the were dream, death, whatever, she wouldn't. If William, the snob, was her husband, which he apparently was, they would sleep together. She now remembered some old nonsense about a Mr. Darcy, the rich aristocrat making a humiliating proposal. She knew how closed society was long ago, and she had read Regency romances; maybe she was living one. This snob's version told her, he had stared at her when she was with George, not because he thought less of her, but because he wanted her. She believed him

"Our bed, we are married, aren't we?" She asked and remembered a sad wedding, her family crying but for her mother. A fancily dressed Mr. Darcy? Yes, he was Mr. Darcy in the memory. She didn't want to marry, but why? Was it because of the proposal? Before he could answer, she asked, "I was forced to marry you; I forgot why. Please tell me."

He sighed, still caressing her, and turned sideways, close enough that Lizzie could feel his aroused body. Goodness, she wanted to touch him, but was somewhat shy.

"The night you turned me down, we were at Kent; you were visiting your friend married to the detestable Collins. I wanted to know your kisses at least once, and he came in. He called you awful names, ahem, I punched him. Then his insolent wife also came…"

"She slapped me? I remember a little." A hazy recollection, a Charlotte dressed in dowdy clothes that made her ugly. Mariah had said to trust her, for what?

"Yes, I told my aunt you were marrying me, so there was nothing improper. You were not happy to marry me, you told me so when we argued. Again, forgive me that William is forever gone." The wind started stronger; it sounded like angry howls.

"Who is Collins, ah yes." She remembered the creep calling her names, over a kiss? Marrying her because a very hot kiss, kisses, how archaic. She shook her head, unbelieving. Strange, her father's cousin, the telly priest, was he also Colins? " I am exhausted, get ready and let's go to bed. This is your room."

"I need to clean up. Do you mean I can stay here?" He wanted to jump for joy. His face lit up with a wide smile.

"No need to do much, clean your teeth and…" she stopped. It sounded as if someone was banging the windows. Biscuit barked with a deep growl from a much bigger dog; "What is that noise?" Lizzie asked, it was scary.

"Who knows, sometimes the wind makes strange noises I will be back in a few minutes." William hurried, not wanting to give her time to `change her mind.

Lizzie's head hurt, she wished it would go away. When William came, wearing a nightshirt, she could clearly see how aroused he was, making her headache disappear. His heartfelt words had a healing effect; it was as if she had been waiting for them. No doubt, he was a beautiful man, and he loved her. He lay next to her, "I only want to kiss your body, if you allow me. You never have."

Lizzie laughed softly, "No need to ask, but will you allow me the same?" Goodness, he was so formal, but she was grateful he wasn't pushy.

She wondered if she had been raised like that. She meant there, where she was at. Her parents, the ones from where she came from, loved each other and didn't hide their feelings from their daughters. They were liberal but asked their daughters not to give their bodies to undeserving men.

She wondered how her parents were, the ones here. An image of her undemonstrative parents came to her mind. Also the memory of a mother who was very critical of her, and her father who was always loving and supportive. Her father here looked very much like her other father, but for his hair, her now father was white blond. Her friends always flirted with her young father, but her father only loved her mother. Her parents married during their gap year since Jane was on the way. She also wondered why her now-father was so cold to her now-mother, who looked nothing like her mother in 2022.

1789

Thomas Bennet- Lizzie's father story

Twenty-three years-old Thomas Bennet was broken. He had just found out that his young wife, the one he gave up much for, loved someone else. Nobody told him, he was out for a stroll, when he heard voices, his wife and a man's. He stopped and went behind a tree. His wife sat on a small bench next to the hunting lodge. She had gone out with their three-year-old Jane for a stroll; when he asked if he should join her, she said she was meeting her sister. She had lied to him. That much was certain.

A/N thanks for the reviews. And as I said, be patient. You all be well.