Finally! Chapter 6 is here! I hope I don't disappoint you guys at all, just because it took me forever to update, doesn't mean I spent all that time writing. I'm going to try to get chapters up regularly from now on though.

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Darcy could not find sleep that night. A couple of hours of tossing and turning and he decided to let Elizabeth sleep in peace. He got up from bed only to busy his mind further.

When Elizabeth woke early the next morning, Darcy's side of the bed was empty. She quickly dressed and found Darcy pacing in the library.

"Darling, what's your plan?"

"Wickham said to meet him at the pub called 'The Red Lion'. I will bring Bingley as you requested, but you are wondering…"

"Yes, may I…"

"You most certainly may not come!" He cut her off sharply, already anticipating her desire to be apart of the plan.

"Well, why not!"

"Elizabeth, do you seriously not know the answer to that question? 1. You are expecting and I will not have you gallivanting across Town. 2. A pub is no place for you to be, and 3. It could be dangerous and with child or no, I will not subject you to it."

"Points proven, but I will not have you running across Town without a set time to return."

Fair enough. Bingley and I will depart this evening at 7:00 and hopefully be returning around 11:00. Four hours should be enough for Wickham to plead for money to support his wife." His last statement dripped with sarcasm. Wickham only had a hold on Darcy because of his wife, and he knew how to take advantage of Darcy and Elizabeth knew it.

"Fitzwilliam, I apologize. The only logical reason you put up with this man is because his wife is my sister." Elizabeth wished it weren't so, but it was the truth. The only reason Darcy had dealings with that horrible man was because of her.

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When it came time for Darcy and Bingley to leave, he kissed his wife tenderly, holding her close.

"Please be careful," she whispered.

"I will, I promise." He abruptly separated from her and parted quickly.

Bingley was seated across from Darcy on the carriage. "Darcy, did you bring any…sharp implements?"

"Oh, come man! You can say 'knife' or 'dagger' can't you?"

"Well, I'm using choice words for comfort."

Elizabeth isn't here, so who are you referring to, yours or mine?"

"Just answer the bloody question!"

"Yes, I have a 'sharp implement' alright!"

They arrived at 'The Red Lion', shoving their way through the crowds looking for Wickham. Darcy turned around, preparing to leave, when he came face to face with Wickham. (Insert dramatic music here!)

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Elizabeth was pacing in the parlor.

"Mrs. Darcy, please sit down! You should be resting in your condition!"

Elizabeth barely acknowledged the maid she was so deep in thought.

I'm so happy to be with child, but I hate being left out of the loop! This is completely ridiculous, I'm not and invalid! Maybe I'll actually listen to my husband for once and stay here.

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"Wickham, I was just about to think you wouldn't show."

"Darcy, you must know why I have called you here."

"On the contrary, why you insist upon seeing me face to face to ask for money made me question your motives, but I do not know to what I owe is unpleasant occasion."

"Well, I have many reasons to envy you. You are rich, married, a child and possible heir on the way, and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy your spoils," he sneered, "but I will have the last laugh. Elizabeth made a fool of me, and now I will have my revenge. I will take away what she values most. You." Wickham suddenly drew a knife on Darcy.

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Bingley could not find Darcy anywhere in the pub. God, why the hell must so many bloody people be here!

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"Wickham, you cannot be serious," he tried to reason; "she acted the way any respectable married woman should."

"Damn respectability! She will pay for making a mockery of George Wickham!" With that, before Darcy should reach for his knife, Wickham thrust his into Darcy's side and disappeared into the crowd.

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It shouldn't be that hard to find him, he's at least six feet tall for god's sakes! Bingley stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Wickham stab Darcy and all he could think were two words, not good.

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Darcy felt a piercing pain in his side and dropped to his knees. He needed to find Bingley before it was too late, but he was already feeling weak. Nobody seemed to notice that he was stabbed, everyone completely ignored him. Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake… Try as he might, he could not and all went black.

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Elizabeth had fallen asleep, but she knew not for how long. All she could think was if it was 11:00 yet. She hurriedly got up from where she dozed in the chair to look at the clock. It's only 10:42, relax. Everything is fine. They will be home in 18 minutes and we can face some peace for once.

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"Oh no, this is very bad. What am I supposed to do? Someone please help! Please, he has been stabbed," Bingley shouted. He hoped someone could help him; he had no idea what to do. "Please, a doctor!"

All of a sudden, a tall man with short blonde hair and dark eyes pushed his way through some of the crowd to Darcy. "I'm a doctor, what happened?"

"Thank goodness you're here! He has been stabbed! I have no idea what to do!"

"Call the police, and we need to get him to a sanitary environment."

"Alright, I can do that." Bingley rushed off, leaving the man to put pressure on the wound to help stop the bleeding. He returned a short while later with a policeman and stated there was a carriage waiting outside.

The doctor, Bingley, and the officer helped put Darcy in the carriage. They put him in a hopefully semi-comfortable position, and Bingley decided to take another carriage. Darcy and the doctor were two tall, large men. The officer, of course, came with to ask questions.

The carriages pulled up to the Darcy townhouse and once again carried, but this time into his home. They walked straight past Elizabeth, who had paled considerably at the sight of her husband being carried through the door. They placed Darcy on the bed and the doctor shooed everybody out of the bedchamber.

Elizabeth looked pale and had a tear coming down her cheek. "What happened?" She asked softly.

"Darcy was stabbed by Wickham," said Bingley bluntly. "I have no idea what words crossed to induce this violence, but we will find out in time."

Elizabeth didn't want to cry, but the tears kept releasing themselves onto her cheeks.

"Elizabeth, it will be alright. Darcy will be alright," Bingley said trying to convince not only her, but himself as well. Finally he decided to be the brother she never had and pulled her to his chest, letting her cry on his shoulder. It has to be alright, for Elizabeth's sake more than anyone else's, he thought silently.

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I always thought of Bingley as the big brother type to Elizabeth. Btw, I picture these people looking like the cast in the 2005 movie, but honestly you can picture them anyway you want. Whatever floats your boat. So there is my chapter, if it's too short for you I apologize, but I don't have time to write more tonight. I'm going to try and update regularly, but I promise nothing ahead of time. (I don't know if this is a good chapter or not so, please tell me hint)

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