Years behind Chapter 9, a pride and prejudice fanfic

Hi everyone, some people have said that the povs are a little confusing so I'm going to put there initials next to their bit

Like Darcy will be FD

Elizabeth EB

Georgiana GD

And so on

As you can probably tell this chapter will only be through their povs.

Well I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

"Postpone the wedding! Who has ever heard of such a thing?"

"Mama it was Mr Darcy's idea"

"Was it now? Pray tell me who listened to Mr Darcy?"

"Mr Bingley"

I sighed, well now Mr Darcy if that is how you want to play it. How dare he. I was in the right mind to march over to Netherfield Park, and have a word with the dear Mr Darcy, and demand an explanation.

"Oh dear I forgot to tell you Jane. Mr Bingley and party, and a few other guests will be dining at Longbourn tonight; we thought we would return the hospitality they showed us at Netherfield, and I'm sure Jane that Mr Bingley is eager to see you"

Jane blushed becomingly, "I'm sure Mr Bingley is eager to see everyone, not just me"

I refrained from snorting; Mr Bingley didn't notice anyone while Jane was in his company. I remember it was only yesterday when Mr Bingley had come to call upon Jane, and it wasn't till some twenty minutes later did he notice that Mrs Bennet was not in the room. This showed how besotted Bingley was, truly who could not notice if Mrs Bennet wasn't in the room. Of course he politely inquired after her health, which we all replied was fine. We were used to her fluttering's, spasms in her sides, aches in head, that we barely noticed it anymore. Although it worried me that one day that mama would be seriously ill, and we would not believe it. Although he did just have to bring Darcy with him didn't he! Now of course he said nothing, only smouldered at everyone, and didn't even try to add anything in the conversation. He just spent the entire time looking at me or Jane. Oh dear, he'd better not be thinking about Jane for himself. That would be terrible! For some reason then I felt despaired, I couldn't have Darcy liking Jane. It would be terrible; of course the reason that it was so terrible was because I would have him for a brother in law.

Yes, yes that was the reason.

A gentle knock resounded on the door, "Yes?"

"A message for Miss Elizabeth, m'am"

"A message, for Lizzy. Not for Miss Jane?"

"No m'am"

"Are you sure?"

I quickly took the message and smiled when I realised who it was from, "It is from Georgiana"

Mrs Bennet looked thoroughly confused, and didn't show any sign of recognition.

"Mr Darcy's sister, mama"

The emotions on Mrs Bennet's face at that moment were astonishing. Horror, disbelief, shock, awe. She sat staring at Lizzy for a full five minutes unable to speak.

"Oh Lizzy, I knew you could not be sp clever for nothing. Oh that is very clever of you Lizzy, very clever. Using Miss Darcy to your advantage that was such a clever idea, now use this bond you have created to get her to convince her brother that postponing the wedding was a bad idea. You must make her believe that you like her immensely Lizzy. Oh dear to have such a clever a daughter. Jane you should have thought about such a thing. But I suppose your mind was on Mr Bingley"

It was my turn to not being able to speak, how mama dare to say such things; the worst of it was she looked thoroughly pleased with herself. It was a good thing Georgiana did not hear it. I heard a whimper, and a small sob. I looked towards the door and saw a blur of blue running to the door.

"M'am I forgot to mention" I turned to Hill to find she had a most distressed expression on her face.

"Miss Darcy delivered the letter herself"

I gave a strangled cry, and ran to the door.

"Lil, which direction did she go?" I quickly asked one of our maids

"I'm not sure m'am. She was running so fast and looked very much upset"

"Thank you, Lil"

I quickly put on my coat, not bothering with my gloves and bonnet.

"Hill, tell mama I will be back before dinner"

With that I tore out of the house in a most unladylike fashion.

I had to get away as fast as I could; I couldn't stay knowing that Eliz…..Miss Bennet thought ill of me. Why couldn't anyone like me? Why couldn't anyone love me? Mr Wickham only though of my dowry and now Elizabeth only wanted to use me to get to my brother.

How could I have been so stupid? I must realise by now that people take delight in using me to benefit themselves, and their own needs. Miss Bingley to get closer to my brother, Mrs Hurst to have the Darcy's as very close acquaintances to help her in society. I was absolutely convinced Miss Bennet wasn't like that, I guess I was easily misled. She seemed so kind, and humorous, and I enjoyed her company greatly. Pity she couldn't have felt the same way.

I used my hand to quickly brush away my tears, noticing that they were soaked with my tears, my tears of pity. I couldn't let my brother see me like this; I tried to fix the damage on my face by using the sleeve of my dress. It was no use, the damage had been done, how clever of me, suddenly that brought back the memories of what Mrs Bennet had said. Causing me to burst out in a new batch of tears. Although I carried on running, I couldn't see where I was going, and I tripped and hit my hand quite forcefully.

"Miss Charston"

I don't know how long I "ran" for, I just knew I had to find Georgiana, and tell her that wasn't the reason for my being her friend. I stopped and looked around; dear knows where she could be! I noticed that I had something clutched in my hand; I had been running so fast I failed to notice it. It was Miss Darcy's letter, a very crumpled Miss Darcy's letter. I sat down on a log near to where I was standing, and began to read.

Dear Elizabeth

You cannot know how delighted I am to becoming your acquaintance, and dare I say it, also a friend.

This tore at my heart, what she must think of me now. I cared not to think about, I willed myself to carry on reading;

I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed myself yesterday, but I feel I must apologise for Miss Bingley's behaviour. I do not know what may have caused it, I just hope by tonight she is her usual self

I snorted, "Her usual self", I couldn't imagine Miss Bingley being anything BUT horrid

Although I do have an inkling about what made her even more horrid than usual. The idea of me getting on famously with Georgiana unsettled Miss Bingley.

I am looking forward to seeing you again tonight Elizabeth, and so is my brother

At this I blushed, Mr Darcy happy to see me! Miss Darcy must have known that it wasn't proper to put something like that in a letter to a new acquaintance. If Mr Darcy knew what his sister had said he would probably be furious. Also Mr Darcy didn't like me, I was absolutely certain he was attracted to Jane. That is why he is so determined to break up this wedding, over Jane. I wasn't at all surprised, then why did I feel so disappointed over him falling for my sister like all the other men did?

My main objective in writing this letter to you is to ask would you care to come as my guest to a little gathering of friends and family of Mr Bingley come to congratulate, and wish him all the best. I would feel a lot more comfortable if you came. It is today at Netherfield at a quarter to two, and is being held in the main parlour.

Please say you will consider it

If this letter does not convince you, I will be at Longbourn along with the letter to make you come. I hope you not think me to forward

Yours truly,

Georgiana Darcy

I could not believe it, why did she have to be in hearing range of mama's comments. Did she not realise that she was a dear sweet girl, and most of my family liked her very much.

I quickly made my way to Netherfield, not really noticing the patter of rain beginning to surround me. I really should have brought a thicker coat.

Miss Charston? The named rung a bell, but I couldn't quite put my finger on how.

"Miss Charston?"

I looked up; I filled with dread, now I remembered.

"Miss Charston, are you alright? I saw you trip, how is your hand I saw you hit it quite forcefully"

He actually looked genuinely concerned.

"Miss Charston, let me take a look at your hand, we shall go under those trees I wouldn't wish you to become ill, while I examine it in the rain"

He held out his arm, obviously out of obligation. He gently led me towards the trees, and sat me down on a bench.

"Miss Charston, I do not wish to seem too bold. But please tell me what distresses you so"

All the while addressing my hand.

"Oh it is nothing sir, I assure you. It is a mere trifle that is all"

"It does not seem like a mere trifle. I would very much like to relieve you of your burden"

"No sir"

"Miss Charston I insist. My mother always told me never to leave a lady in distress. I hope it is not of what talked about last time"

"Sir?"

"Mr Wickham" he whispered

I laughed. "Certainly not sir. It is of an entirely different matter. Nothing whatsoever to do with him, I can assure you"

"Are you quite certain? I know I seem persistent, but I hate Wickham whole heartily, and I do not wish for you to get hurt"

Why did he hate Wickam so much?

"Yes I can assure you it is to late for that, and to make sure that you believe me. I may as well tell you what distresses me"

What was it about him that made me want to tell him everything? Then suddenly I found myself telling him all about what had happened (not using any names of course). I found myself falling under his spell; he was so attentive, and helpful. For the first time in my life I thought somebody actually did want to listen to me. He didn't interrupt; all he did was comfortably rub my gloved hand, even through the material my hand tingled. It never felt like this with Mr Wickham, not once. Was Wickham just some childish fantasy, one I stupidly fell for?

After I finished he left go of my hand, much to my chagrin, and regret. Oh why did he have to leave go? Why was he so unaffected by me, and I was completely the opposite?

"Your hand is okay, you had a lucky escape. Miss Charston after listening to your problem, I do have a solution"

"You do?"

"Yes, I feel you should go home and rest, and…"

Oh he wanted me to leave his presence did he; I could take a hint as I got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Did he sound alarmed at my going? I wished.

"You told me to go home and rest!"

"Yes but I didn't mean yet"

He said that in a way, that reminded me greatly of brother, and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. He looked thoroughly perplexed.

"Excuse me sir. Please continue with what you were going to say. Please do not mind me" I could still hear the laughter in my voice, and so could he. I could tell by the look on his face.

"I feel you should go home and rest. Then go and find Miss Bonnot and talk to her, perhaps this is all just a misunderstanding. From what you have told me I don't think she would be the type of person to do such a thing. She also has no need to do such a thing"

I nodded. Yes I did change their names just a bit. What did he mean by that she has no need to do such a thing?

"Yes sir. I see it has stopped raining, so I believe I can make my way home now"

"Please allow me to accompany you"

"No sir" I said in a strangled voice. "It is not necessary I can find my own way home"

"Yes but I can't allow you to walk alone. Especially as it is growing late. My mother told me that to" he said the last bit with a grin

Oh dear, I could not allow him to walk home with me. I just could not.

"Please sir, it is not far. I'd prefer to"

"No, I assist. I cannot let a pretty lady like you walk by yourself. It is not proper"

"Neither would it be proper to walk with you sir. We have not been introduced, and you are practically a stranger. I do not know your name"

He hesitated and looked troubled. "If you must walk by yourself then, I cannot stop you"

Why did he refuse to supply a name, why would he not tell it to me? A part of me wished he would ask could he meet my family, and would he be allowed to court me. I laughed again at this, oh mine he must think me very strange.

"Yes I must, goodbye sir." Although I could not resist asking. "When will I see you again?"

"At the next ball, Miss Charston. I hope you have still left me a dance, I hope you did not forget about me while all those other gentlemen were asking for a dance"

"Of course not sir. I could not forget about you" Oh I had not just said that aloud.

"Thank you. I return the sentiment."

I couldn't help it, I had to ask.

"Why do you hate Mr Wickham so much?"

He didn't hesitate. "He hurt a woman I love/loved very much"

My heart broke; he had to love someone else didn't he? Georgiana, why do you always have to get yourself into situations like this, the other person having no chance of loving you?

"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry sir. I hope she has recovered?"

"Yes I think she has or I hope she has" He said looking directly at me, oh dear did he know what happened between me and Wickham? Did he feel sympathy for me; because the same thing happened to someone he loved?

"Oh good, well if you'll excuse me. I'd best be going now. Goodbye sir"

With that I walked away, I shall never see him again, I heard him speak, but I did not hear what he had said

"Goodbye Miss Darcy"

I was soaked to the bone, and shivering, but I could not give up I had to find Miss Darcy. I knew at this rate I would find myself exceedingly ill and not be able to come to dinner tonight, but I could not have Miss Darcy coming and feeling disgusted and hurt by me. I needed to explain now. Netherfield came into view, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I also saw the number of carriages that were drawing up to it. Oh dear, it seemed like the guests had only just arrived. I was hardly fit to be seen, my petticoat six inches deep in mud, and my hair looked almost wild. Also quite without my bonnet and gloves .No I couldn't allow myself to embarrass Mr Bingley in such a way in front of his relatives; I could mar Jane to in the eyes of his relatives. I'm also sure Mr Darcy would think this another reason why Jane couldn't marry Bingley. Oh did I detest that abominably rude and arrogant man. Yes he was handsome to be sure, but there was no need to act in such away towards myself and Jane, he angered me the way he acted towards her, the way he loved her. Okay, so many I was over reacting a little bit now. But for some reason I felt……upset over the way he acted towards me, and couldn't really put my finger on why I felt this way.

I saw the last of the carriages draw up, and the people the descended. Oh mine they certainly did look like Mrs Hurst, and Miss Bingley. Perhaps if I waited just a little bit longer, which I did a full 20 minutes longer for the coast to be clear. However I did not know these few minutes could cost me my life.

I arrived at Netherfield ten minutes after I had departed from Mr….Good listener, I didn't know what else to call him I didn't want to call him Mr Handsome, just incase my brother heard me. Funnily enough the first person I saw when I entered Netherfield was my brother. He was pacing up and down the hall looking very anxious, and worried. I hoped nothing bad had happened, he stopped pacing when he saw me, and look of absolute relief diffused over his features.

"Georgiana, where have you been?" He all but yelled

"I went for a walk"

I couldn't tell him the truth he would be furious, and that gentleman had told me to rest when I got in.

"Georgiana, Mr Bingley's guests are here"

Oops I had quite forgotten about that, I wondered could I fake a sickness and go upstairs to sort my thoughts, and feelings out. But my brother was having none of it.

"Certainly not Georgiana, under normal circumstances I would of allowed it. You know how much I care about your well being, it's just we promised Mr Bingley we would give him our support, and you know I never go back on my word."

"Yes brother"

"Although take care to dress warmly, and wrap up well. Perhaps have a quick warm bath ordered, and when you come down I will make sure there is a seat reserved next to the fire for you. Please Georgiana is that sufficient?"

"Yes, I will go now to get ready"

"Thank you, dear sister"

I cheered up considerably after he had said that endearment.

It was one o'clock, I had forty five minutes to get ready, so I had hurry, and I quickly "walked" to my room to get ready.

I felt terrible, I kept on getting hot and cold flushes, and I continually stumbled. I felt disoriented and nervous. I was at the steps looking up at the big door, and I actually felt scared. Not many things can scare Lizzy Bennet, but this did. I saw Darcy through a window, and stomach did a funny tumble, and I quickly shook it off. My sickness was doing strange things to me, making me feel light headed, and making my heart beat incredibly fast.

I quickly ascended the steps, and knocked on the door, my head spinning while I did so.

The door opened and I quickly told them who I was, once I had told them I was quickly ushered in. The man who had let me gave me the once over, and was asking me was I okay. I swayed slightly; the man quickly led me to a door, and knocked. I noticed the servants give me pitying and dirty looks, I looked behind me. Oops there seemed to be very large puddles were I was standing.

"Miss Bennet?"

I looked up and saw a very alarmed looking Mr Bingley

"Mr Bingley, could I please see Miss Darcy, it is very important?" I said weakly, and with that I fainted. I could vaguely feel being caught, and hearing voices.

"Bingley what is she doing here"

I weakly opened my eyes, and found my self looking into HIS face.

"Mr Darcy?" Ithen completely blacked out.

"Darcy, do you want me to carry her?"

"No! Bingley quickly send someone out for a doctor. Quickly man! She needs to see a doctor soon"

Bingley quickly ordered Markesan to do so.

"She will have to be wrapped up, and stripped of her wet clothing, and she will need a warm bed. Also inform her family, I do not think we shall be dining tonight. Especially as the storm has started again"

"Yes, she can go in the west wing, people will not see her in there, and the servants can be distrusted to be discreet."

"Yes, one problem Bingley. I'M in the west wing.

"Yes, so you can take her to the west wing. Put her into the nearest bed, and it's not as if it's going to be yours. Would it be alright if I told Georgiana, about her illness?"

"Yes… No Bingley she can not go in the west. Bingley where are you going?" said Darcy sounding very, very alarmed

"To do all the things you asked, while you escort Miss Elizabeth to her room. Georgiana is in the west to!"

"Bingley I can't do that. Some people may class my carrying her as compromising her!"

"It's alright Darcy. I shall not tell anyone. All you have to do is put her on the bed, and quickly depart. Or would you feel better if someone came with you?"

"Yes!"

"Well I will send my valet with you"

"Thank you"

With that Bingley departed to get his valet, he shouldn't have left me alone with her, especially when I was beginning to feel something that vaguely resembled attraction.

I sighed and marched over to the door which entered into the west wing, Bingley's valet was there waiting with the door open.

"I can take her sir" I felt this possessive take over me, and hugged her closer to me.

"No I thank you. I shall be fine" I could have sworn I saw a small smile on his face.

"If you insist sir"

We quickly found a room to put in her, and I must admit we searched for the nicest one we could find. We at last found the perfect one, it was warm and cosy, and I thought it suited her perfectly.

Bingley's man -which I found out his name, was Parker- set to lighting the fire. I tried to place Elizabeth on the bed but she only snuggled closer.

"No!" she said sleepily

I finally got her settle on the bed, now I had to pry her fingers from around me, and realised this was not going to be easy. Elizabeth kept on murmuring no, and perhaps I wasn't trying to hard to help her let go. Finally I did and put my hand on her forehead, dear lord she was burning up. I hoped the doctor would get here soon, and quickly. I just realised how ill Elizabeth was.

I quickly looked at myself in the mirror, I looked presentable enough you couldn't really tell I had been crying. I had also managed to calm down, and I was ready to face the evils god sent me (Bingley's relatives)

"Begging yer pardon m'am. There's a message from Mr Bingley"

"Oh thank you Becky"

A message from Mr Bingley how odd!

Georgiana

It seems that Miss Elizabeth has taken ill after coming here in the rain. Your brother has taken her to the west wing, and I've sent for the doctor. She was requesting your presence saying it was very important, so if you wish not to come to luncheon you may do so.

Charles

Miss Elizabeth ill, oh this was my fault if I hadn't have asked her to come today she would be well. I heard voices and quickly ran out of the door my brother, and Mr Bingley were standing outside talking to the doctor. I noted that brother looked worried and rather wan.

"Mr Darcy, Mr Bingley, it isn't looking to good. I have to admit she is bad"

"How ill" My brother and Mr Bingley turned towards me.

"She'll be lucky if she survives, Miss Darcy. She was subjected to the rain for a lengthy time. But knowing Lizzy Bennet all her life, I'm sure she will be fine"

My brother paled considerably.

"Parker send somebody to Longbourn now"

"Yes sir"

"Georgiana do you wish to go in and visit her quickly"

"Yes brother"

I walked in slowly, and saw her lying there so defenceless. I wearily moved closer she seemed to be murmuring in her sleep. She looked so ill

"Ssssorrryy, sorry, sorry, sorry"

"Georgiana do you know what she's sorry about?"

"No"

At that point Elizabeth decided to say. "Sorry Miss Darcy"

My brother looked sharply at her and then at me.

"Excuse me" I turned and fled

Poor Miss Bennet, I was determined to visit her for longer tonight. I knew the impropriety of it but I just had to. I decided to go downstairs and meet Mr Bingley's relatives, there wasn't much I could do up here.

I was meant to tell her, but it was just very tempting to take a look. I looked down at the crumpled and soggy letter, I really should have either have returned it to Georgiana or gave it to Elizabeth. I knew it was from Georgiana to Miss Bennet, I wanted to know if this had something to do with what upset her so much. So I really had a right to look at the letter, my sister's well being was a stake.

I quickly scanned over it. My mouth dropped over what I read, I am looking forward to seeing you again tonight Elizabeth, and so is my brother. Why had Georgiana said that? What must Elizabeth think of me? Well it does explain were Georgiana was this morning, I was even more anxious to know what happened now. I will have to speak to Georgiana soon; I still do not what was Elizabeth's involvement in what happened to my sister in the bookstore. I felt certain that she hadn't done anything, but perhaps she just watched while those other girls said things. Georgiana had concealed a lot from these past few days; I need to know what concerns her so!

I quietly walked over to the bed and took her hand. I could not help it.

"Oh Elizabeth, what happened?"

"Mama"

"What"

"Mama, mama"

"Elizabeth"

Her voice was getting louder, and she was thrashing about, and near screaming. Did Mrs Bennet have something to do with it? No, it was probably Elizabeth wanting her. But thinking about it, it didn't seem to me like they have a very close relationship, but I suppose looks can be deceiving. As Georgiana had to find out so cruelly. If I ever got my hands on him again. I would kill him, and that's a promise.

I quickly kissed her forehead, and she stopped. I filled with dread, oh dear what if she knew it was me.

"Mr Darcy" she murmured dreamily. My eyes flew to her face, she was smiling slightly. But it appeared she was still asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief. I think I spent 15 minutes just sitting there, watching her. My heart beating constantly, waiting for a sign of improvement. I knew it was fruitless; there was no chance that Elizabeth would be better after an hour, even doctors couldn't perform miracles like that.

"Mr Darcy sir, your presence is needed downstairs urgently"

Why did I have a feeling that the urgency was from Miss Bingley. I was not looking forward to seeing Bingley's relatives, not one bit.

"Yes thank you Parker"

I soon departed but not before giving Elizabeth a last long look. Hoping to God this wasn't the last time I would see her alive.

Hi everyone, thank you for the reviews. They were received gratefully, I hope this okay. There might be a few mistakes as it is 1.30 in the morning. The joys of the summer hols, to be able to stay up at ungodly hour. Well anyway I hope you all enjoy this

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