Some of you may have read the start of this story on another site, a few years ago, I abandon it because of life. On April 18 of this year I lost my life partner, and consequently have develop insomnia, with nothing to do, I have started writing again. I rewrote the story up to where I was at before, I have made it longer, I am still sticking to my outline I wrote oh so many years ago, but I am tweaking things as I publish it here. Its going to be short story only about 10 chapters maybe. I don't think I could make it longer. As I posted on the other site this story was inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies, and if you watched the movie you will see how I give "shout outs" to that movie. I write this story assuming you know our beloved book VERY WELL. I hate when writes, rewrite almost word for word Jane Austin words, so in my story there is fade outs or summaries of the scenes so we don't also have to relived them over and over again. I have always had issues with English language as far as writing so sorry my grammar is going to suck and possibly spelling too. There is no beta, without further ado... I couldn't decide if it should be chapter 1 or a prolog, basically its a quick outline of the day Darcy has to relieve over and over again from his point a view. So with that said I will be upload chapter 2 probably tomorrow, which is where the story really starts. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little know the feelings or views of such a man may be even when in his company for some time. It could also be said that any single lady would be happy to accept such a man with knowingly as little as possible of his defects before accepting such a position.

It is with this in mind that we look in on a gentleman of eight and twenty staying in the family wing of his Aunt's house Rosing Park. Having been in the neighborhood for some time, struggling between duty to family, wealth and connection verse the heart. Upon waking, he is fully resolved to fulfill his dreams and seek his heart, but once fully awake the reflective mind of duty and honor starts to seep in, causing a great war within, in the evening he claims he is resolved to seek family honor above all else, though each time it is said, it is said with less conviction and less resolve. Thus, the struggle continues until finally a decision is made. On the day that he gives in, fate has other ideas, a lesson though hard at first to learn was going to be taught to this proud single man in possession of good fortune.

A gust of wind, a dog barks, cue the chambermaids arguing over who must attended Lady Catherine's chamber pot. All these sounds permeate Darcy brain reminding him that he is at Rosing, not at Pemberley and Elizabeth is not his wife. Wishing to cling to his dreams for a bit longer yet knowing all too well the impossibility. Sitting up, Darcy subconsciously note that the candle next to his bed still has about four hours to burn, the curtain is drawn around his bed, yet he knows the window is opened. It is going to be a warm spring day; the Collins' party is schedule for tea, it's the last time I shall see her, unless shall I give into temptation. Will my happiness be better serving family or self? As he rises from his bed, he continues the debate that has gone on almost form the moment that he truly looked at Miss. Elizabeth Bennet. Just then his valet walks in from the dressing area.

"Good morning, sir, I pray you slept well, would you require the blue or the green coat today?"

"Good morning, Wentworth, the blue if you please."

A half hour later Darcy was dress and heading down to break his fast. When he entered the room, only his cousin Anne was there.

Anne de Bourgh is Darcy's first cousin, their mothers being sisters, was a strange woman, quiet yet observant, intelligent yet due to lack of resource undereducated. In some ways her education equal Miss. Bennet's for Anne learn everything from books. Miss. Bennet's education was more superior because at least she played the piano and walked, Anne only read and embroiders.

Why, well as far as Anne can recall her mother has insisted that she was constantly sick. Often time, she didn't think of herself as ill, to be sure when she was a small child she suffered severely from illness, but she felt she recovered for the most part, only when the weather changes does her breathing sometimes becomes harder, she knew she never had the energy her cousins since the illness but she was not sure if it was because she was ill or because her mother never allowed her to do anything. The only reason she can embroider is her governess took pity on her one day and showed her the simple stitching, and the only books she could read were the ones found in the library that she had snuck into her room when her mother wasn't looking, or the books her cousins will sometimes bring and for her.

When she entered her womanhood, her mother fretted even more, and that is when she started insisting that her cousin and she were formed for each other. Of course, Darcy was disinclined to acquiesce this request, and Anne thought it probably a good idea not to be wed to Darcy either. It often amused her, how much her mother annoyed Darcy and yet, they were very similar in many ways. They both like to arrange things to their liking and often neglected to take into consideration the feelings of others, always assuming they knew best. Darcy could be just as blindly stubborn and arrogant as her mother, yet neither saw this trait in themselves. While her mother was loud about her convictions and ideas, Darcy was quiet. Their best quality was that they truly loved their family and would do anything for them. But what they thought was doing right by family and what others consider proper were vastly different.

"Good morning, Darcy."

"Good morning, Anne." Nothing more was spoken, they knew that if they address one another anymore in this public setting and her mother found out about it, it would cause issues. So silently they attended to their own meals. Until the others joined them.

"Good morning, Fitzwilliam, isn't Anne looking particular fetching this morning?"

"I think she always looks fetching." Richard replied to his aunt's comment as he entered the room and headed towards the side bar.

Lady Catherine annoyed by Richard's antics scolded him for being late, never mind that she had entered not only a few moments before. Richard took this scolding without complaint and apologies for being late.

Later in the meal just as everyone was finish up, Lady Catherine started hinting even stronger that with Darcy leaving in two days, it would be a good time to announce his engagement.

Lady Catherine had been told by her daughter, brother, sister-in-law, Darcy parents before their death, Darcy, Richard, and even Richard's brother, the viscount, though she hardly saw him, that a wedding between Darcy and Anne would never take place, but Lady Catherine stubbornly insisted that it should. No one knew the reason, she had never revealed it, perhaps if she did, they would be more understanding. Perhaps they would have a better idea than the one she formed, but for now Lady Catherine desperately insisted that the marriage take place.

The hints that she relayed at the table were ignored. Everyone at the table grew weary of the arguments that ensued if anyone contradicted Lady Catherine, to keep peace as of late what she said was often ignored and no responds positively or negatively was given. Some could say this caused her to hold out hope, and perhaps it did. None the less it was how the family choice to approach this subject until Darcy decides to get married, for Anne wanting more freedom and education but was not sure if she wanted to get married, but she knew for sure she did not want her cousin, she loved him dearly but knew they would not do well together.

For the pass three mornings, Darcy had purposely come upon Elizabeth during her morning strolls. In part he did this without too much thought as to the meaning of why. Part of him was thinking that he was giving her false hope, another part just could not stay away. Often while walking with her, he had come close to declaring himself, but at the last moment held back and changed the direction of the conversation or so caught up in his own thoughts ceased speaking altogether. This morning Darcy was delay in meeting her, the reason was simple, business that he needed to attend to was pressing. Before coming to Rosing, he had thought to be back in town by now, but the draw to stay near Elizabeth was too great. Fortunately, Darcy employed his own Express Rider, John, who would deliver his letters of business to where they need to go.

John often made the 20 miles trip to London and back all in one day when it was necessary though often Darcy would allow him a day to turn around, if he was only going to London, though when Darcy is in London, John would often have to make the hard 2 day ride to Pemberley and back, though even then Darcy was most considerate master allowing a week for a 4 day journey. On this day, John knew Darcy had urgent letters that needed to be delivered and answered in one day, so he set out early this morning for his Master, within the packets of letters was one for his sister, Georgianna, as he wrote to her once a week and since John had to deliver some letter's to his house anyways.

Once Darcy saw John off, he had decided he needed to walk and deep down he hoped he find her out walking, but as he walked out of Rosing on his way towards Elizabeth's favorite path he was waylaid by the approach of Mr. Collin's as Mr. Collin's was on his way into Rosing to speak with Darcy's Aunt, or in other words for Lady Catherine to review his sermon that was to be read on Sunday and make any last minute suggestions as to how it should be presented.

"Mr. Darcy, I take it you are on your way to enjoy the splendor of the most glories formal gardens in all of England. The chrysanthemum is blooming most becoming, I am so very proud of my humble garden though nothing to the splendor that is Rosing Garden, I have to say my petunia are coming along quite nicely." Mr. Colin continue to speak of his garden and Rosing Garden but to be honest Mr. Darcy tuned him out.

Finally, a pause in Mr. Collin speech allowed Darcy to reply, "Good morning, Mr. Collins." Great how long before I can get away from him.

"I want to thank you most humbly for how often you have come to visit my most humble abode at the parsonage for you to humble yourself and condescend to partake of our meager offerings, that are most generously provided by your beloved Aunt."

"You are welcome."

"And this evening we shall have the pleasure of your company while we take tea. Never have I before seen a most benevolent patron such as your dear aunt. You are truly blessed to be related to such a noble person. It is a great blessing that you are related to such a grand lady, you must be excited for the happiest blessed union that should soon take place."

Darcy never knew what to say to Mr. Collins, especially with the last comment, so he just bowed and walked away. And again, he tried to tell himself he was not walking in hopes of meeting Miss. Bennet, yet he was still headed in the direction that he knew she would be walking.

Darcy was somewhat surprised when he came into the grove and saw Elizabeth walking with his cousin Richard. The lane they were walking upon could not accompany three so with sad reluctance he returned to the house, cursing Mr. Collins for the reason why he missed walking alone with Elizabeth.

Missing his morning conversation had a greater effect on Darcy than he had come to expect, the resolve he usually had talked himself into by midafternoon not to offer to her had weakened to such a degree that when he had come down to take tea and saw she was not part of the group, he could do nothing else but seek her out.

Rushing to the parsonage with the sheer hope of finally finding his happiness, Darcy enters the parsonage, inquired after her health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better. Barely acknowledging her respond, he replied, "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." She looks astonished, could she be surprised by my address? She blushes with her hopes answered. I will explain everything to her.

A half hour later found Darcy hastily rushing up the stairs to his room. Enclosed in his room with his windows shut tight, he allowed his turmoiled mind to review the argument. Repeatedly his mind replayed their argument. How could she believe such stuff about me? How could she twist everything I said into something horrible? Never in his life had he felt such rage, such pain. He had already cried off dinner and dismissed his valet for the evening. Richard had tried to check on him, but he did not answer his knock. Darcy wanted to hold on to his anger, how dare she mangle my character so. He sat down at his desk, ignoring the letters John had brought back from London, put his head down, his head was pounding, he felt exhausted but wound up at the same time. Closing his eyes briefly, the stress of the day catching up to him unaware, he fell into a fitful sleep.