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

a/n Lizzie and Darcy are in 1812- more soon. They are more than they look. It would seem they were lost -

Longbourn

2022

Richard approached George's car slowly, feeling someone was watching him. So, Richard moved cautiously until he saw George; his head was bleeding. He tapped on the window, no response; he guessed George was unconscious. The sky was turning dark; he needed to get George out. His aunt was right, and he knew it. They were all tied, so to bring William back and undo whatever had happened, they had to do it together; George wasn't bad but weak, an made awful choices..

He needed to open the car, so he pointed the odd-looking handgun he carried; he concentrated until a stream of blue light came out, and the door opened. He pulled George out and carried him like he weighted nothing. The wind picked up very strong, making it difficult to carry George. He understood this was no ordinary wind, so once again, he concentrated to feel inside a protective cover until he entered the house. He heard angry sounds carried in the wind and listened to a nasty laugh full of threat.

When he entered the house with George, the Bennet family was angry, not wanting Georg inside. "I thought so. George is part of it; maybe it is time I tell you more. He must be here, trust me." Lady Catherine said.

Someone was at the door. "The new guests, Mr. Hill, went to pick them up at the airport in the bus," Kitty said. "The other guests just drove in. There are six altogether; we will have a full house when the last one arrives."

Thomas Bennet ordered, "Bring George downstairs, and we will call an ambulance if necessary." Richard hurried up, and Mariah followed, walking ahead to open the doors. When Lydia saw George, she cursed him and started crying. Mariah looked at her coldly; she also blamed Lydia for Lizzie's death. She and Kitty repeatedly told Lydia to stop flirting, but her mother thought it was innocent. Mariah had heard her mother saying Fanny was wild and had never changed; it was probably true.

Lady Catherine turned around to see the new guests. Something was familiar about them, maybe from long ago when she was visiting her father's second cousins, the Darcy. She went to play alone and was lost; perhaps her memories were inaccurate. She was six years old at the time. George Wickham Sr., an eleven-year-old, found her a day later, asleep under a tree. When asked what happened, she couldn't remember. A private pediatrician was called, who examined her while her mother and aunt stayed in the room. But he said she was fine, not showing bruising or signs of violence.

She looked at her wrist knowingly. The pediatrician found nothing true except the tattoo-like around her wrist, covered by the thick bracelet. When her father wanted it removed, the experts said it wasn't made with ink. After trying, they advised it was a birthmark which her parents knew it wasn't. After Catherine cried, it was left alone. So her father had a thick watchband made for her small wrist. Much had changed since that time, and the reason was clearer now.

Thomas Bennet couldn't move to look at one guest. The woman looked exactly like the pictures of his mother, not older, exactly. The woman walked toward him, but the man with her, with a beard and sunglasses, said something in a foreign language, and she stopped. The couple looked at him, he wasn't certain, but he would say they knew him, more than that. "Don't say anything, not here. Let's go to the cellar room, but let's wait for my friend." She spoke, with a foreign accent, while she took off her hat, revealing her white-blond hair. When she took off her coat, she wore a medallion like the ones the Bennet sisters wore. Thomas couldn't breathe. His mouth was dry. For a second, he could see vast expanses and the earth below.

Thomas Bennet felt ill when her friend came in, took off her hat, and he saw her unusual hair color shining like brass. Immediately, he remembered a series of vivid erotic dreams he had. They featured a warrior princess, probably from the graphic novels he liked to read, the thought at the time. The dreams started when he was seventeen before he met Fanny. He fell for Fanny when he met her because her hair reminded him of the fantasy warrior. His body was aroused, remembering her long hair covering his belly when she kissed his body. She saw him staring, and her lips curved upwards; he was certain she knew him.

He loved Fanny. She was a good wife most of the time. He knew she wasn't faithful, but he looked the other way, feeling guilty for being away too often. He blamed it on loneliness and the night cocktails with the guests while he traveled. He didn't want to hurt his daughters and stayed. But Jane knew; he had noticed how she had changed towards Fanny. He also knew Jane hadn't told anyone, not even Lizzie, because Lizzie told him before her trip to Munich that she wanted a marriage like his.

He always felt unfaithful because he dreamed again of the warrior. It happened while traveling, around the time Fanny became pregnant with Lizzie. He never told anyone, but on the mornings after the dreams, he could breathe the warrior's unusual fragrance on the pillow and her arousal on his fingers. He thought he was going mad but decided he had a vivid imagination. Had he imagined it? He no longer knew, not when he saw that this woman's hair was nothing like Fanny's, yet he had seen it many times before this day.

But there were other new guests; Richard stopped when he heard them, the Bingley siblings. He hurried away with George. Damn, Charles would be after Jane. But why were they there? He didn't like it one bit. His honed instincts sensed something was wrong. He needed to call Bartlett and find out if he knew why they were up to. The Bingley siblings, lodging there, was no coincidence; William had already told him he wanted Caroline gone when he was back. He had reasons to distrust her.

Pemberley 1812

William Darcy's mind was clearer. Mrs. Reynolds said he had been hit by lightning, but he wasn't so sure. There had been a flash, but he hadn't thought it was lightning. He believed he had seen a man with a weapon. He needed to go and find the hidden room; he knew where it was. It was imperative, and maybe it was a good thing Georgiana wanted to stay with Lizzie. Hopefully, she would leave the room when he went to bed. It was late. He understood Georgiana was afraid. She loved Lizzie as her sister and friend.

He needed to know what was happening. He remembered what Aunt Catherine had taught them in the other memories. Not taught, best said she had trained them to use their natural abilities. He was certain whatever happened today was related to the scrolls and artifacts in the secret room. It was behind the other room in the library.

A footman came running, "Sir, someone is asking for Lord Bennet. Two ladies, but, well, they are on foot. And you have this express."

"Let me see." Darcy thought that was most unusual. He put the express in his cardigan's pocket. The ladies waited at the entrance.

William stopped; the lady lowered her hood, revealing unusual white-blond hair like his father-in-law's. But she looked rather young, the same as Bennet. He remembered the lady at the explosion; it was her. He was going to ask her.

"Mr. Darcy, I am your wife's grandmother." She lowered her voice considerably, "Please don't mention me from that other time. The walls have ears."

He nodded, though he had a million questions. "Please follow me. My wife had an accident."

"We know," both women said at the same time. Both dressed unusually, wearing colored fur cloaks, in a style unknown to him. They felt familiar, very, this was strange. "Has Jør, I mean George already arrived?" The other woman with hair colored like Lizzie's asked.

"Why do you," he stopped when Lizzie's grandmother put her finger to her lips.

He needed to arrange for rooms for them. He looked at the second woman he was sure he had seen before. He knew where; she looked a lot like Lizzie, not only in the hair color. "Excuse me," he stopped walking and looked at the woman, "are you related to my wife?"

The brass-haired woman smiled, "Of course, she is very important to me." She answered. William observed she also had a light accent.

His head was once again filling with odd memories like the day he was surfing, yes surfing, before he was here, and he saw himself chasing Lizzie up in the air. Goodness, she was dressed strangely. He lowered his voice, "Are you her," he was interrupted by a finger over his mouth. He was shocked; the woman touched him. She even smelled like his wife. She shook her head, and to his surprise, he heard a whisper, "Not here. The walls have ears, rodents, and such."

They arrived at the room, and both women's smiles were luminous. William felt eyes on him but saw no one else. He looked around, but nobody. Yet he heard another whisper, "Be careful. This is the closest we have ever been. Read what came for you. Always be aware; we still don't know who the enemy is." This was a masculine voice. Was he going mad?

He pulled out the express. He only saw the signature, groaned, and put it away. They opened the door.

Longbourn

2022

Thomas' voice came back, "Kitty, darling, have their luggage taken to their rooms. Would you follow me?" He asked the new guests. "Jane, come with the albums and let Lydia help the other guests."

Jane wasn't surprised. She had also recognized the blond woman and knew not to ask. Her heart filled with hope. She followed, but her mother tightened her lips staring at the visitors. The nasty piece with her hair color was looking at her husband. Fanny worried her nosy sister might be right. Now, she needed to help clean the mess and call someone to repair the broken glass, but she wouldn't let anyone take her titled husband away.

Once they went down, the guests were asked to sit on a small couch and chairs they kept. Jane checked George. In the cellar, they stored small emergency medical kits; from a shelf, she pulled out a disinfectant and bandages.

Lady Catherine was checking George. She touched the cut, "It is a superficial cut," she said, but Georgiana smirked. She had seen a light glow around her aunt's fingers. "A couple of plasters will suffice."

Jane had picked two old leather picture albums and left them on the table. Everyone was quiet. Thomas stood by the table, opened an album, and walked to the woman who was his mother's twin.

They all heard a strange noise, like a door slamming shut. They looked at the cellar door; it was no longer the same. Instead of the dark brown door, the door was twice as wide, made out of carved wood planks covered with engraved metal plates. Metal bars across the width, placed on wide metal hooks, kept the door shut. Metal plates covered the walls and the ceiling, yet, they could feel a warm breeze. Lady Catherine and her nephews were not surprised; they had seen illustrations of rooms like this.

Mariah exclaimed, "It looks like the rooms in the manuscripts; I saw some like them."

Thomas had as well. Something was changing. He took a deep breath and showed the picture to the woman. "This could be you. Are you my relative?"

The woman didn't look at the picture. Instead, she stood up and hugged them. "Yes, of course, I am your mother. How much I have missed you."

The room was quiet; nobody said anything. Thomas believed her, although he wasn't sure how this could be possible. Who knew?

Upstairs, Caroline was complaining about her room. After much fussing, she said she was going for a stroll. When she asked for a key to the front entrance, Kitty told her just to ring; someone would open the door. She started arguing, and Kitty excused herself and left.

Charles was livid, "This was your idea. We can leave now if you wish. I am upset enough about William. I keep hoping he was kidnapped. I don't understand what you expect to find here?"

"He was checking on George's ugly fiancée. I told you I heard about it. She also disappeared in an explosion. Maybe it is all staged." Caroline explained. Louisa agreed.

"I don't see how, and how do you know William was investigating her?" Charles was annoyed. He had a date he gave up for coming here.

"I overheard Mrs. Reynolds," Caroline explained, shrugging her shoulders.'

"That does it. After this trip, you need to find another job or do what you wish. You don't need to work. If William comes back, you must be gone. Spying on him will get me fired." Charles wouldn't risk his multimillion job for Caroline. Besides, he thought Caroline was up to something. His new CEO, Bartlett Fitzwilliams, would fire him if he found out what Caroline was doing. The Fitzwilliams weren't his good friends.

Pemberley 1812

When the guests entered the room, Thomas Bennet saw his mother and hurried to her, "Mother, it is you, right? How did you know?"

"Of course I am. We must all talk. But not here. I will see a better place." She touched her son's face.

Biscuit ran to the other guest, who bent to pick him up and said a couple of sentences in an unknown language. Then she walked to the bed, to Lizzie. "You don't know me, not this time. Sweet, sweet girl."

Thomas followed her with his eyes. He walked to the bed holding his mother's hand. "Mother, my daughters, Jane, Mary, and Elizabeth."

Then he turned to the woman, "I am glad to see you again."

"Tell her they need to know." The woman said, her eyes on Thomas.

His mother said, "Inga, not now, later; you must be patient."

"Tell me what?" Lizzie asked. She stared at the woman who looked like her. Jane and Mary had already seen the likeness. Jane was happy to think her father might have loved someone else. Her mother was reprehensible; she met with a gentleman in Meryton. She had seen her mother get into a carriage. She wanted to tell her father before her mother ruined them all.

"Not here. We need a different place to talk." The alleged grandmother advised.

"Let us get you a place to sleep. We will talk in the morning." William said.

"Early, we must talk, " She walked to the windows and touched them, drawing something with her finger.

William turned to Lizzie's father, "So sorry, Charles Bingley and his sisters will be here tomorrow. They are on the way to visit Hurst's family. I think only one day. I don't like it, but he is a friend."

"It is your home, but we will make ourselves scarce." Bennet shook his head.

Jane added, "I prefer to stay with Lizzie up here." She looked at Richard and smiled, making Lizzie and her father happy.

Georgiana said, "William, you sleep on the chair."

Richard intervened, "No, you go to your room now." Georgiana obeyed but not willingly.

William went to the door to ask Richard to take care of the guests, and everyone left.

Biscuit climbed on the bed, his head towards the terrace glass doors. "I am exhausted," Lizzie said, closing her eyes. William had to recognize he was beat.

"Is that horrid Miss Bingley coming?" Lizzie asked.

"Yes, I also dislike her," William said, worrying.

"That woman tonight looks like me. Doesn't she?" Lizzie worried. "My father likes her."

"She looks a little like you." William didn't want to worry her, but the woman not only looked like Lizzie but also loved his wife.

He got in bed with her and kissed her lips softly. "I love you; never leave me, never again." When he held her, she was asleep.

They missed bright eyes looking into the room. They didn't hear a growl when the windows glowed with strange symbols, keeping others away. The same symbols Lizzie's grandmother drew with her finger.