Author's Note: LOOK! I do have something more and in less than a month too. Trust me; I'm more surprised than you are. This looks like a filler chapter but you did have to get introduced to other characters. And, um, this fic is marked as complete because it is. I'll add more chapters if I can – if I want to – but for now this is all there is. When – if – I post more, the story could be taking place a few months in the future (like they might be together), a few months in the past (like the first time Darcy started noticing Elizabeth), I'll just go where my head takes me. Hopefully you guys will stick with it and it might just end up turning into a complete, chaptered fanfiction after all. Which would be a first. Fingers crossed.

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In which our favourite couple's siblings give them some advice

'You did what?'

He lifted his right hand; the thumb, fore and middle fingers automatically working on his temples; trying to get rid of the ache before it turned into a full-fledged migraine. He had just relayed the contents of the unfortunate meeting with Elizabeth to his sister and the conversation was not going the way he had hoped. He had thought she would laugh at him, tease him, but it seemed that she had trouble believing his story which meant that he had messed things up even more than he had imagined.

'William? Will? Brother?' she continued to nag.

He sighed. 'Yes, Gia. What I told you just now is true. I did do all that. Now is there any advice which I should look forward to from you or am I just going to get disbelieving looks?'

'Will, seriously?' And now, now she fulfilled his prediction and started laughing gleefully, her cerulean blue eyes shining.

'Not helpful.'

'I don't care. This is wonderful! This is hilarious. Why didn't you call Rich and Charlie over? It would have been twice as fun.'

'For you, not for me,' he said wryly. And when she continued to laugh, he added, 'Will you stop?'

'Yes. I -' and she burst into laughter again. Catching the glare her brother was giving her, she tried to subdue herself and succeeded to quite an extent. A few giggles still erupted now and then but it was definitely an improvement from before.

'Thank you.'

'I don't know what to say, Will. You eavesdropped on a conversation between two people whom you didn't even know. You misinterpreted it in the worse possible manner. You used that information to scream at someone who, I think it's safe to say, didn't know you. You judged her on a lot of things. And. You didn't apologise to her even though you got a chance. Cat got your tongue?' she asked and then laughed for the next couple minutes over the pun.

Her brother, however, did not find it amusing. 'I know what I did. You didn't have to summarise it for me.'

'You are an idiot. Just apologise to her the next time you see her. Keep it short and to the point since she wouldn't be willing to talk to you and, frankly, you suck at making small talk, you'd probably end up doing more harm thinking you were fixing things. Once that meeting is out of the way and her anger's hopefully cooled down a little, try to get to know her more. Little at a time, Will. This is not a business project you can figure out by skipping out on sleep. She is a person with feelings. It will take time.'

'I know that,' he snapped, annoyed at himself for being so utterly stupid. If his sister - who was five years his junior and, thus, less experienced with the ways of the world - could figure it out then why couldn't he? Why did he so completely, in her words, "suck" at this?

Gia got up from the one-seater she was on and to the couch her brother was, rather uncharacteristically, sprawled over. 'Hey.' She nudged his shoulder. 'It's okay. Learning from your mistakes and all that.'

'Thanks, Gia.' He laughed. His sister never could moralise for long, she almost always ended her supportive statements with "all that". He was surprised she hadn't said something along the lines of "second chances and all that", which would be what Elizabeth would be giving him if she ever managed to forgive him.

'Now get off your sorry ass and go to work, your cell's been blinking non-stop. I bet it's Dad.'

Those were the magic words which made the man immediately stand up, straighten his clothing, slip his socked feet in the shoes as he bent down to tie his laces. He ran his fingers a few times through his hair to fix the stray locks, picked up the blazer laid up on the chair and left the room, phone in hand.

He pressed "2" which was saved as his father's personal number on speed dial and waited for his call to be received.

'Will? Everything okay? You weren't answering your phone,' a calm voice responded.

'Yes, Dad. Sorry, I kind of lost track of time. You called, er, multiple times. Do you need me?'

'Oh, okay. Be careful though, son. It wasn't anything that serious this time but -'

Will rolled his eyes. He knew it was rude to interrupt someone but it was his father and he was just beginning to give him the same old lecture which he had heard repeatedly, understood and agreed with. 'Yes, Dad, I know. I need to show the board that I'm a responsible person, blah blah. I know. And you know this barely ever happens. I am a responsible person.'

He smiled as he heard a chuckle from the other end. 'Yes, I know. Please come over to my office as soon as you can. I need your opinion on some new information that's come out which would help making a decision regarding the LD Plastics takeover.'

'On my way, Dad. Just getting in the car.'

'Bye.'

'See you in a few.' Saying so, he ended the call and slid into his car, waving at his sister who had apparently followed him out.

...

'Oh, look. The scab's gone but the scar's still there. Does it still hurt?' Jane asked, her blue eyes crinkled with worry.

'Nah,' Elizabeth offhandedly replied. 'Just a leftover of my battle with the world's deadliest creatures.' She grinned. 'Speaking of which, have you seen Belle around?'

Her older sister smiled. 'She's sleeping on the coffee table. On top of your books. Well, on top of one book which you left open. She's all over it, looking absolutely adorable!'

'Of course, she is. I don't know how I get any work done. Whenever I sit down to study, she just climbs over the books and refuses to budge. Or the laptop. Anything really which takes away my attention from her. She is such a little spoiled brat.' Elizabeth tried to look annoyed as she ranted but both the sisters knew that it was just a front. Belle was a cutie and neither of them could deny her anything. As the phrase went, they were wrapped around her little ... paws. And what precious little paws they were. So small, so soft, so utterly adorable.

'That's like being in a relationship with a possessive boyfriend,' her sister teased.

'Ugh. Possessive boyfriends.' Elizabeth wrinkled her nose then started wiggling her eyebrows, a smile blooming on her face. 'And how is your Mr Oh-no-we-are-just-friends Bingley?'

Jane blushed but then Elizabeth knew she would. 'Lizzie. Don't make fun of Charlie,' she lightly reprimanded her.

'Don't ignore the question then.'

'He's great as always. And you would have known that too if you had not ditched us at the last minute yesterday. We had already bought your ticket too.' The blonde frowned.

'I'll reimburse it for you.' She raised an eyebrow knowing everyone from the group of attendees could have easily paid for it without worrying about the cost.

'You know that's not the point,' Jane argued, her slim fingers now pleating the edge of the scarf she had wound around her neck. It was something she did unconsciously when things went even slightly off.

'Yes, Jane. I know. I'm sorry I cancelled but I really needed to sleep. School's been crazy busy,' Elizabeth explained.

'I realise that, darling. I went through the same.'

Elizabeth smiled. Everyone thought Jane was a pushover because she was really sweet - and they weren't wrong, she was sweet, sickeningly so sometimes - but they didn't realise that she did not hold back her thoughts about things that mattered to her. She chose her battles and when she decided what was worth her full attention, she set to make it work in her favour. Jane subtly made remarks in a way that would convince the other person that they had come to that conclusion by themselves. It was a win-win situation really since everyone underestimated Jane too much to get a real read on her.

She, on the other hand, had more of a heads-on approach much to the regret of their mother. Mrs. Sophia Bennet constantly deplored of the state of her second daughter's mind and tongue. What thought came to her, she blurted out. The parent hoped Elizabeth would become a little less aggressive as she matured but it was the opposite that happened. However, whenever she did get in a debate with anyone, she made the conversation so lively, teased and argued in a way which won the other person's heart. They may not agree with her opinion but almost no one lost their patience with her. She did, after all, make valid reasons. Those topics she knew nothing about, she stayed away from. It made her very frustrated when people tried to bluff their way through conversations, trying to seem like intellectuals when they were, in fact, encouraging people to make fun of them.

'I know you have been very busy and I completely understand. But you must remember your other friends too, Lizzie. When they take out time from their work schedule, they expect you to do the same. Wouldn't you?' And the blue gaze turned to her tanned face.

This, she thought, grinning, was how she did it.

'I know, I know. It was very rude. I'll try my best never to pull that again,' she said.

Her sister smiled. Really, it took her two minutes to cool down not that she had even flipped the handle in the first place. 'So you'll come with us to the beach next Sunday?'

Jane Bennet also knew how to best use the current situation in her favour. Just a few choice words and viola. She had this almost annoying knack for saying the right thing at the right time.

'You sly creature, you.' But there was no malice in Elizabeth's voice. She was actually very proud of her sister. 'Of course, I'm coming. Sunday's free.'

'I know. That's why I picked it.' Smiling serenely - well, smugly but on Jane it looked serene - she lifted her mug of coffee and took another sip. Another battle won with no casualty. She mentally patted her back for a job well done.

Author's Notes: So. Darcy's dad is still in the picture. His mom might be too, I haven't really decided yet. But now I have the option to kill them off and have Darcy brood even more.

No, no, I'm joking. Maybe. BUT. Do you like my Jane? I like my Jane. I'm trying to make the characters as different as possible from the other portrayals but also trying not to stray too far from the original. Am I succeeding? Do you like it?

Also. Like I said earlier, I don't have the time - mostly, I'm just a fantastic procrastinator who would rather read other people's stuff than write my own - to write the story play out day by day so if there's a particular scene that you'd like to read about, please mention that in the reviews (which I'm hoping you all will be leaving many of) and I'll see if I can do anything about that. Once again, thank you for the love.