A/N: Okay, so, still no "Difference," finals and whatnot, you know. Still, there's this. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Pride and Prejudice. That honor still belongs to Jane Austen. And I don't own any Anberlin songs. I just have a couple CDs.

Elizabeth looked at the man beside her, holding her hand like it was something precious. He was looking at her hair. Probably at the blonde streak in it.

"You've got a streak in your hair." Exactly as she thought.

"Yeah."

"Why just the one? And why do you hide it?"

"Nobody knows about it."

"Why not?"

"I never told anyone."

"Is there something special about it that you want to keep secret? You don't have to tell me what it is."

"It was Jane's hair color."

"Oh."

Yeah. Oh. Elizabeth sighed inwardly. He was just being nice, or maybe he was actually interested in her, and wanted to find out more about her. It wasn't like anyone else knew anything really important. But did he really have to be so nosy? Couldn't he see that this was just hurting her? And why hadn't she snapped at him like she normally did?

I think you like him, Lizzy, Jane's voice sounded in her head.

I confess I like him very much, she told it.

***

Will Darcy glanced down at his left hand, entwined with Elizabeth's right. She seemed almost to be clinging to him. He wondered if she had ever let anyone come with her before. His eyes moved up her arm, her good one, across her neck, which he got a sudden urge to kiss, and back to the bleached streak in her hair. He thought it was sweet that she tried to keep a part of her sister with her.

Elizabeth was leading Will through the town. They had gotten off the bus at six o'clock, and had wandered around until seven-forty-five when Elizabeth turned to Will. "We're almost to where it happened," she told him.

Will squeezed her hand gently, giving her support he didn't know she needed.

A couple minutes later, Elizabeth stopped at a seemingly-ordinary place. The grass on one side of the sidewalk stretched from the concrete, between the houses on either side, past the second set of houses, and to the sidewalk on the other side. There weren't any trees nearby, an unfortunate fact, as it was already getting hot.

Elizabeth was looking at a stain on the sidewalk.

"Is that it?" Will asked softly.

"Yeah," Elizabeth said quietly.

They stood in silence, looking at the blood soaked in to the ground, still there after eight years, their hands clasped together.

"I haven't cried in so long," Elizabeth said softly.

Will was about to ask her why she had said that, but, upon glancing at her face, saw tears running freely down her cheeks. Without knowing why, he gathered her into his arms, holding her close. His hands gently stroked her back as her small frame shook with sobs. He gently pressed his lips to the top of her head, inhaling a strawberry scent that had to be her shampoo.

Elizabeth clung to Will as she let loose the tears of eight years. When she finally pulled back ten minutes later, Will's shirt was soaked. "I'm sorry, Will,"

"It's all right, sweetheart," he replied. "Everyone could use a good cry every now and then."

"Thank you for coming with me," she said.

"You've been coming alone for seven years. It's about time someone helped you," Will replied. He looked at his watch. "It's eight o'clock. Do you want to get something to eat? Maybe do something after?"

Elizabeth glanced up at him. "Are you asking me on a date?"

Will blushed slightly, but grinned. "Yah, I guess I am."

"Even though you know I have a boyfriend?"

Will's face darkened. "He has absolutely no right to you. He killed your sister, he hurt you, and he hasn't been punished for either thing." He looked at the young woman still partially in his arms, his face set. "I'm going to help you prove what he did. He's not going to get away with it."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said softly.

"So, do you want to do something today?" Will asked in a lighter tone.

Elizabeth bit her lip. "They've got a fair going on this week," she said. "We could go there, hang out, just fool around all day."

Will smiled. "As long as you let me treat."

Elizabeth blushed. "All right."

Will glowed. He scooped up Elizabeth's hand that he had relinquished to hug her, and pulled her back towards the business area of the town. When they reached the main street, they were greeted by banners advertising the Meryton Summer Fair, running from 10 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day of the week.

We've got an hour and a half to kill," Will said, checking his watch again. "Breakfast?"

"Sure," Elizabeth replied, and after a quick discussion, the two headed into the Ihop just across the street from them.

Just under two hours later, the two stepped out of the restaurant into the insanity of the fair. Elizabeth looked around in wonder. "I haven't been to this thing since the last time Jane and I went."

Will smiled at her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the mêlée. He purchased them tickets into the fair, and the two spent the rest of the day taking turns picking out what to do.

An hour before the fair closed for the night, the pair found themselves standing with a bunch of other people around a circular table with a spinner set in it. "Ready?" called the manager of the game. Without waiting for a response, her spun the spinner. The group watched as it spun, coming to a stop, finally, pointing at Will.

"The lucky man!" the manager exclaimed. "Now let's see what he has to do!" He spun another wheel, this one standing upright. After a short pause, the wheel stopped spinning. "Random song. Do the first thing you think of," the manager read. "Let's see, random song." He turned to the stereo behind him. "Best way to get a random song; put your iPod on shuffle." He fiddled with said iPod and a moment later "Inevitable" by Anberlin played over the speakers.

Will listened carefully to the lyrics, but nothing occurred to him until the first verse was over.

I wanna break every clock.
The hands of time can never move again.
We could stay in this moment
For the rest of our lives.
Is it over now,
Hey, hey is it over now?
I wanna be your last first kiss
That you'll ever have.
I wanna be your last first kiss.

When he heard the refrain, Will knew instantly knew what he wanted to do. He turned to Elizabeth, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. After a couple seconds of surprise, she melted into him and kissed him back.

They broke apart less than a minute later to cheers and applause. "Well, I don't think that's happened before!" the manager said, grinning.

Elizabeth, blushing, grabbed Will's hand and pulled him away from the crowd. She stopped in a small alleyway between two stalls.

"Elizabeth," Will started, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

Her lips pressed suddenly to his, effectively cutting him off. She pressed her body against his, her hands winding around his neck.

Will gently pressed Elizabeth back up against the wooden side off the stall. His tongue flicked out, tracing her lower lip. She opened her mouth to his gentle pressure, and his tongue swept in. He felt her shudder against him as his tongue brushed the roof of her mouth,

Minutes later, the two broke apart, panting heavily. Elizabeth was leaning on Will, seemingly unable to stand on her own. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her strawberry-scented hair.

"Will," Elizabeth said quietly from his arms.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Will murmured.

"We need to take care of George. Fast," she whispered.

Will's mind clicked swiftly, figuring that George was Elizabeth's boyfriend, "Any specific reason?" Will asked, thinking that he might know.

Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, but a smile still absent from her face. "Besides wanting my sister's murder behind bars?"

"Yes," Will breathed, "besides that."

"I think I've found a suitable replacement for him, and want to make the change as soon as possible."

"Do I know this replacement?" Will responded playfully.

"I should hope so," Elizabeth informed him. "You are, I believe, rather intimately connected."

Will grinned, no longer pretending not to know who she was talking about, and kissed her gently.

"We need to go, or we'll miss our bus," Elizabeth said finally.

Wordlessly, Will picked up her hand and led her out of the fairgrounds, back to the bus stop, and on to the just-arriving bus. They sat down in the same relative seat as they had sat in on the way to Meryton.

Half an hour and a quick text to her parents later, Will was walking Elizabeth home, still holding her hand. Her parents' home was about a mile from the bus stop, and they walked it in a companionable silence.

As they approached the house and the driveway came into view, Elizabeth swore under her breath.

"What?" Will asked.

"That's George's truck," she told him.

"Is that a bad thing?" Will asked.

"My phone's been off all day; it normally is when I do this, and he knows it. But I had about five texts and six missed calls that I didn't check. Dammit, he's gonna kill me!" Elizabeth let go of Will's hand and ran for the door.