Since so many people have requested a back story between Wickham, Bingley, Elizabeth, and Jane, I have decided to start this chapter off with a little flashback.

(This flashback is actually very different from the original one, but I think that this one is better and more informative for the story as a whole. Do enjoy!)

Charles Bingley stood in the large ballroom in Pemberly, the home of his friend John Bennet. He had been hesitant to attend for he had never meet Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and he worried that his presence would be inconvenient. Yet John had insisted. "You must come to the Christmas ball, Charles," he had said. "It is quite the party. Mama would not mind the addition." Looking around the room, Charles could see why. The room was full of people some of whom would remain at Pemberly that night, just as he intended to do. His addition, therefore, was hardly noticed.

"Charles," John approached his good friend. "You must meet my sisters." Charles followed John into a neighboring room, which contained even more guests. John walked towards a small group of young women. Most of the small party were similar in appearance, dark-haired with dark eyes, much like John; however, one woman had golden hair that shone like a beam of light in the dark features of her companions. "Charles," John said when they had reached the group, "Allow me to introduce my sisters, Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine, and Lydia." Each sister nodded her head in turn when her name was mentioned. "Ladies, my good friend Mr. Charles Bingley." John concluded the introductions.

Charles was quite struck by the beauty of the golden hair woman, whose name he believed was Jane. As he joined their conversation, he found her to be sweet. Her smile was quaint and her manner though reserved displayed much warmth.

"Elizabeth Bennet, my love!" George Wickham's voice boomed as he came to stand behind Elizabeth. She turned to face him and smile. "Honor a poor fellow with a dance." He said taking her gloved hand and bestowing a gentle kiss.

"How could I possibly refuse?" Elizabeth laughed

"I can think of reason." Wickham chuckled as he led her into the adjacent room to join the couples gathering for the next dance

Charles seized upon the moment, "Miss Bennet, would you be so kind as to honor me with a dance?" He asked with all of the properness of manners.

"I would be delighted!" Jane smiled and allowed Charles to take her arm and lead her to join the dancers.

Elizabeth awoke to the sound of chirping birds and bright sunlight pouring into her room. She heard a moan in the room adjacent to her own. She laughed slightly to herself knowing that the source of the moaning was George, who most certainly was suffering from a severe headache caused by the large amount of ale he must have had the day before. "He deserves it after all the trouble he had caused her last night." She said to herself.

Mrs. Bennet truly did not like the pubs that could be found in London. She had been absolutely disgusted when she heard that George and her only, and therefore beloved, son John spent much of their free time there. So when she and the rest of the Bennet's arrived at Netherfield after their outing to discover both men sleeping entirely drunk in their guest rooms, she nearly fainted. Of course Jane immediately went about calming her mother's nerves by saying that their arrival most likely indicates the arrival of John. Jane's tactic worked and Mrs. Bennet calmed herself enough to leave the room without purposely waking the men. However, it seemed that almost ever few minutes her nerves would once again flare up and all the Bennets would have to rush to calm her.

Elizabeth's smile turned into a scowl at the memory. She was soon back to normal and making herself presentable. When she finished getting ready she exited her room and went to the door next to her own and knocked. Her only response was a groan and some rustling.

"You might as well give up the attempt now. He will not emerge for hours yet." came a voice from behind her.

Elizabeth turned around. In front of her stood a young man. With sharp facial features, a thick mane of wavy, brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Most women would call the man handsome. Elizabeth's face broke out into a large smile as she jumped into his open arms, which were waiting for an embrace. "John!" she said excitedly as they stood in an embrace.

"I've only been gone from you for a little over a couple months and I'm receiving a greeting that makes me feel as though we've been separate for years. What will you do when I'm married and living away from you." John asked jokingly.

"I'll ask father for my share of the fortune and follow you, renting houses next to wherever your living or I'll stay with friends nearby." Elizabeth stated.

"I won't have any of that young lady. Then you would be doomed to live the rest of your life alone as you'll be to busy following me to deal with meeting any fine young men whom you could marry."

"Who says that I must marry? I have a fortune and you to support me." Elizabeth laughed.

"You think that I would let you die an old maid!" John exclaimed.

"I won't be an old maid. I'll be a woman with fortune. Living well with lots of parties and just think of all the nieces and nephews I'll have. I am the sister of five siblings you know. I'll have plenty of happy children running around my house. And just think, if I tire of them I can just send them back to their parents. It is a glorious plan." Elizabeth laughed so hard that John could not help but to laugh also.

"You seem to have this all worked out." John looked down at his younger sister.

"I had to do something while you were still in London."

"You had Jane and those new friends, who I'm looking forward to meeting as soon as possible."

Elizabeth just smiled again before becoming slightly stern. "Have you seen mother yet? Does she know you're here?" she questioned anxiously.

"Have I seen mother yet?" he repeated mockingly as if to say he couldn't believe she was asking him such a question. "Of course I have seen mother. She is currently in the kitchen discussing supper with the cook in a fit of total joy." Elizabeth grinned happily at his response as he asked where he could find his other sisters.

"I don't know. I've only just woken up." Elizabeth told him.

"Well then!" he exclaimed. "Go and eat something my dear sister. I shall just have to seek them all which will just add to the fun of my return." He laughed as he made his way down the staircase. Elizabeth looked after him glad that he had finally joined them at Netherfield.

The gravel crunched under Georgiana's feet as she made her way to Netherfield to meet with her dear friend. She looked up to see that she was nearing the front of the modest estate. As she came closer to the door she noticed an unfamiliar figure walking down the front steps. He was tall with dark hair. She hesitated before deciding to just continue her way to the door praying that he would walk away and not notice her. Unfortunately, he did not move from his spot at the bottom of the small flight of stairs leading to the main entrance.

As she cam nearer to approaching him, she saw that he had seen her. When she was within speaking distance from him, he greeted her. "Hello Miss."

"Hello." Georgiana responded meekly. She was a quiet and shy person around people whom she was not acquainted with.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked pleasantly.

"I do not believe so, but you are very kind. I'm just here to visit one of the Miss Bennets. I believe that she is expecting me." Georgiana replied politely.

"Well," he seemed pleased. "Then I do believe I can assist you after all." Georgiana looked him curiously unsure of how he could help. "I'm sorry." he said noticing the look that she was giving him. "I haven't yet introduced myself. I'm John." was his short introduction.

"John?" she questioned.

"I am truly sorry. I should have been more clear. I'm Mr. John Bennet." he laughed softly at his terrible introduction and then smiled at her. Georgiana thought his smile was a nice one. It lit up his entire face and caused his dark eyes to twinkle merrily.

Georgiana became more conversational. "You must be Miss Elizabeth's brother." she said.

"Is that the Miss Bennet you come to visit?" he questioned.

"It is." was her short response.

"Than I believe you will find her in either the kitchen or the dining room. Of course, I could be wrong. She is a rather quick eater." he laughed.

"I thank you, Mr. Bennet."

"Of course, Miss..." he paused realizing that he didn't know what her name was.

"I believe it is my turn to apologize. I have not introduced myself...Miss Georgiana Darcy." she said laughing a little.

"Georgiana Darcy? Yes... I have heard you mentioned. Well, you should enter the house if my sister is awaiting your arrival. It was an honor to meet you Miss Darcy. Now I must go in search of my other sisters." With a slight bow he walk off toward a group of trees.

Georgiana quickly went up the stairs and rang the bell. A footman answered the door. "Miss Darcy," he bowed and then led her into the front hall.

Her friend, who was smiling widely, soon greeted her. "We are all quite excited today. My dear brother has finely had the good sense to leave London and join us here and he has brought with him some of our good friends."

Georgiana smiled, happy that Elizabeth seemed so overjoyed. "Yes, I just happened across him in the lane as I was walking up to the house."

"I hope he behaved himself."

"Yes, of course! He held himself in a very gentlemanly manner." And Elizabeth could see by this response that John had made quite the first impression on her young friend.