Disclaimer: La de da de da…oh yeah, I don't own Jane Austen's stuff. She is the genius within her own league.

A/N: Hello people. Another addition to the story. I really should be studying or doing homework cos exams are coming up soon, but oh well. How can school work rival this?

Elizabeth Bennet sat modestly within the paddock of her childhood home, a well worn book lying open on her lap. Within this well loved favorite of hers, was a protruding letter, crinkled by many readings and confusing emotions.

This very moment, Elizabeth had lost complete interest in this book and was studiously studying said letter. Her mind already unconsciously reaching for the memory of such letter. She had long since memorized its content and she found herself unable to tear her thoughts away from the truths which were hidden within this correspondence.

Suddenly slamming the book shut, she jumped from her position under the cooling shade of the large willow and proceeded toward the far end of the green expanse of her father's property. In a distracted manner she noticed the wide road which lead to the Netherfield property. A gut wrenching feeling engulfed her.

"Lizzie! Lizzie! Quick, come home, aunt and Uncle Gardiner have come to visit us. Come quickly."

Elizabeth Bennet received the shouts as a welcome distraction from her wandering thoughts and expertly weaved her way through the green pasture. She arrived within the drawing room and was welcomed by an utter array of confusion and noise. Kitty was wailing loudly as to the unfairness of so and so matters while Lydia pranced around, giggling, twirling in a sea of ribbons. Her aunt and uncle smiled at her fondly before grimacing at the rather piercing wail Kitty had just emitted.

"Goodness, what ever is the matter here?"

"Oh, Lizzie, Lizzie you will see the injustice being performed here. Tell Lydia that she cannot go, tell her Lizzie."

"Go where Kitty."

At that very moment a very flustered Mrs. Bennet entered the room and did not hesitate to reprimand Kitty for her uncomely behavior.

"Kitty, do control yourself at once. Your lucky sister has been invited by the Foresters and she shall go."

"But mamma, I'm two years her senior, I should be going instead of her, or at least in her company."

"Yes, but Kitty, they do find me more interesting company. Oh, do not fret dear sister, I shall write to you about our trip and the many militias I am likely to meet. Oh, can you imagine such a spectacular opportunity! There shall be balls every night. Oh, Kitty."

"Lydia, it is simply preposterous, I should be accompanying you."

"Oh hush you two. Lydia stop teasing your sister, Kitty stop mopping, you should be joyful for the sake of your sibling."

Elizabeth instantly took in the situation and fled to her father's study and found him examining a glass of port and determinedly ignoring the shrill screams of outrage still emitting from the drawing room.

"Papa, you will not let Lydia to go with the Foresters will you?"

"Why Lizzie, I cannot see why not."

"Father, she is determined to undermine propriety, letting her visit such a place of such militia presence, she shall ruin her and our reputation."

"You cannot be sure of such a fact, Lizzie. I feel this trip might be beneficial for Lydia, perhaps she will learn modesty with a visit away from her home. And I am quite sure Kitty will benefit from her temporary absence. After all, we shall receive no peace until she has set off."

"Is peace more important than the situation of your daughters, you must prevent her papa."

"I imagine that shall not stop her dear one."

Lizzie rose from her low stool and swept out of the room. Mr. Bennet simply sighed and prayed his wisest daughter had not predicted a future which would most likely turn out disastrous.

"Ah, Lizzie, there you are child. Your Uncle and I have thought perhaps it would be prudent for you to explore some of this glorious country before you settle down and raise a family of your own, perhaps you shall even meet some wonderful young men whom which you might take favor to more so than those here."

"Aunt, I cannot see such an event occurring in the near future, do not bother yourself on my behalf. Besides, I doubt I will encounter any such man, they are such chauvinistic creatures so eaten up by their own greed that they cannot tell between wrong and right."

"Well, my dear sister had said you were rather fond of an officer of the militia by the name of Mr. Wickam. Perhaps we shall encounter him."

"I assure you aunt; I have no interest in Mr. Wickam and never will under any circumstance."

"Never say never, child."

Mary, who was carefully seated in the corner spoke up in one of her rare moments of sociability and suggested: "You should go Lizzie, after all what are men compared to rocks and trees."

"Well said dear Mary, you must come with us Elizabeth, it would do you good."

She was finding this open carriage horribly uncomfortable. The jolting and the tilting was simply nauseating. Elizabeth had to clutch her stomach in order to hold on to her breakfast. But to no avail. The piercing sunlight and the carriage did not seem to sit well with her stomach.

"My dear, are you quite well? You look slightly pale. Perhaps we should stop and take a calming stroll before we proceed to our destination."

"No, no aunt. There is no need. I am most anxious to visit this location that you have praised so."

"Are you sure dear?"

"Yes aunt, and oh look, I believe that is the property that you were anticipating is it not?"

"Why yes, what a sharp gaze you have, it is simply magnificent is it not? It is famed for its gardens and the magnificent residence on the lakes edge."

"Indeed, it is lovely aunt, what is its title, who owns such an incredible property."

"Why I cannot believe you have not guessed. This beauty is Pemberley, the traditional Darcy household."

"Darcy? Mr. Darcy, this is his residence?"

"Why yes my dear, are you acquainted with the gentleman?"

"Yes, I…I was briefly acquainted with him during his stay at Hertfordshire and at his aunts holding in Kent. You know aunt, I suddenly feel unwell, may we please head back to the Inn."

"Why, my dear, it almost seems as if you wish to avoid his presence. No need to fret my dear, great men are never at home. Surely, he must not have been so terribly unbearable."

"Aunt, I assure you he is standoffish and detached, I…I find him slightly insufferable. Please aunt, may we leave?"

"Nonsense child, you stated that you felt unwell, well a breath of fresh air and some exercise on your feet will do you well."

With that Mrs. Gardiner sat back and patted her frustrated niece's knee. Poor child, so judgmental at times.

Elizabeth observed the grand Pemberley estate and sighed in frustration. Her aunt was so adamant sometimes. Was this God's way of throwing her rejection of Mr. Darcy into her face? To think, she could have been mistress of all this.

Slowly, the carriage rolled up to the great entrance surrounded by a vast lake and modern fountain. Lizzie simply took in the atmosphere with despairing awe.

Mr. Darcy stood at the foot of a resplendid pianoforte, his young sister sat at the foot, her delicate fingers running across the keys of the grand instrument. Suddenly, the peaceful music that filled the room stopped, Darcy's head shot up in surprise for his attention had been elsewhere and though his sister's musical pieces were refined and beautiful, he felt himself unable to fully take in it's splendor.

"Brother, may I ask you an intrusive question?"

"Why, when has my sister become so bold?"

Georgiana blushed at the comment but raised her head defiantly for this was a question she had been working up her courage to ask.

"No, brother, this particular enquiry involves me but mostly you. You must promise to answer truthfully, won't you brother?"

"As best I can, Georgiana, now tell me, you have piqued my curiosity."

"Brother, have you…that is to say has anyone caught your eye? I mean to say, you are of marriageable age and extremely eligible, should you not have chosen a bride by now?"

Shocked silence proceeded.

"Georgiana, may I enquire as why this subject would affect you?"

"Well, I've always desired for a sister to talk to. Having a brother is all well but I…well I want a sister and…and I demand you marry so that I may gain one."

"You…you demand a sister? Shall I just go to town and choose one from among the crowd?"

"Oh, brother, do not mock me, it was simply a warning…"

"A warning?"

"Yes brother, a warning, I do want nieces and nephews in the future as well as a sister, but I still want your happiness."

Darcy opened his mouth to reject such a proposal when the clattering of horse hooves interrupted them.

"Who could that be? Were you expecting company Georgiana?"

Georgiana did not deem to answer but ran to the window in an unladylike manner and pressed her delicate nose to the windowpane.

"Oh brother how convenient, there is a very beautiful lady here with her parents to inspect the residence, come lets introduce ourselves brother and give them the tour ourselves. Brother, you will be pleasant will you not?"

"Oh, Georgiana, I am unsure as to whether…"

Georgiana refused to listen to the rest of the argument, she grabbed him by the arm and did something completely out of character, she pulled her brother towards the entrance hall.

Well, there's another chapter done. We all know who's arrived don't we? I'll post the next chapter soon. Thank you for reading! Please review!Review!

Love C.