Darcy, Richard and George all piled into the car and drove to the downtown area of Brighton.

"Tell us what happened." Asked Will after riding in the car for ten minutes.

"I already told you about John."

"Not Willoughby, I want to know why you took Lydia here in the first place."

"She was bored and I just so happened to be traveling to Brighton and she asked if she could tag along." Will gave him a doubtful face and George let out a sigh, "Okay, so I invited her to come with me, big whoop. She would've done the same with any other dude that asked her."

"How do you know the Bennet girls, and since when did you show any interest in Lydia?"

"First of all, I'm not interested in Lydia. Second, I met the girls while I was staying with a friend in the city. I went to some of the same parties as the girls, and let me tell you that Liz is one heck of a dancer."

"Shut up."

"Oh, I see what's going on. You like one of them."

"I said shut up."

"It can't be Jane, she and your friend Charles have a thing. Not Liz, surely, because I know she can't stand you. Mary doesn't care for anyone and Catherine, well she is Catherine. Could it be that you like Lydia? She isn't your type, but then I never thought you had a type." Will turned to the window and didn't say anything. George eyed his reaction, "No, you have a type, and I think I know who she is." "Can we focus on the problem at hand instead of my love-life?"

"Sure."

"So where do you think the couple is right now?"

"Lydia told me that Willoughby was going to get her into one of these big parties, but you have to be over twenty-one to get in."

"Is that why she ditched you, because you weren't old enough to get her into clubs?"

"As if, you don't need to be in clubs to have fun with me."

"You're disgusting."

They pulled up to a club entrance where George and Will got out. There was a line already forming even though it was still early. The boys went straight to the front of the line where the bouncer stood glaring down at them.

"Look, I don't have time to deal with you. I'll give you a hundred and ten to let us in."

The bouncer rose an eyebrow but nodded and took the money, "If you get caught, I want nothing to do with it."

Will nodded and the two walked in.

"A hundred and ten?" asked George, confused.

"Hundred for me, ten for you."

"Ouch." George said with a grin.

"Be lucky I even bothered to pay for you to get in."

"I'm just taking in the fact that William Darcy is in a club at nineteen years old." George put his arm around Will's shoulder and pointed his phone at him and took a selfie.

"Would you be serious." Will growled and threw off George's arm.

"Okay, okay. John hangs out over there by the bar counter."

"How would you know?"

"I heard those guys say his name."

Will looked over towards the bar and saw a man surrounded by girls. He sucked in his breath and walked forward. Will had to push through to get to Willoughby, who was flirting with several girls at one time. One girl in particular pressed past Will and was talking frantically to him.

"Willoughby, I've been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now. Why haven't you returned my calls?"

John gave a devious smile, "Sorry Marianne, we just weren't meant to be. You understand, right?"

Another girl came quickly and took the other girl away who was now in shock and possibly ready to cry.

Will was disgusted and he pushed himself in front of John with more certainty than before; Wickham right behind him.

"And did I break your heart as well?" John laughed and his throng of girls imitated his laughter until he silenced them with a raised hand.

"We will make this easy and just ask for the girl."

John looked past Will to George, "Are you here for your friend because he doesn't have the balls to do it himself."

"No, I'm here for that girl's family who is worried about her."

"If you want her, then you can have her. I was done with her anyway."

All Will saw was a fist pass by him and smash against Willoughby's face. Suddenly, there were fist flying and girls screaming. He even saw the girl from earlier whose name was apparently Marianne, come back to get a piece of him. Everywhere there was chaos. George and Marianne took turns punching Willoughby, who was trying to protect his face. Will looked around and saw at a table in the corner, Lydia who had her head down on the table.

Will pushed through the crowd, dodging flying fist and objects.

"Lydia!"

She didn't look up.

Will shouted louder so his voice was over the general screams, "LYDIA!"

He shook her by the shoulder and she fell into his arms, limp.

Panic washed over Will as he checked her for a pulse. He was relieved that she was still breathing, but she must've fallen asleep after getting drunk.

Will picked her up and made his way to the entrance when the police arrived. Will hid behind a pillar as the cops poured into the room. He saw George slip out through the back door.

"Thanks a lot, Wickham." Muttered Will under the weight.

For a young girl, she was already heavier than Georgiana who he was sure was older than her. He carried her to the car where Richard sat waiting.

"Where's Wickham?"

"Gone as always."

Richard looked at Lydia who was muttering something under her breath.

"Is she okay?"

"She will be fine hopefully. We will take her to the hospital just in case and call her parents so they know not to worry anymore."

Richard nodded and drove off to the nearest hospital.

Will didn't know what to expect when he saw Lizzie's aunt and uncle come into the room. He stood when they entered and stepped to the side so they could stand next to her.

"Lydia dear, what were you thinking running off with some boy. Your parents are worried sick and your mother thinks you dead."

"Oh aunt, I haven't done anything terribly wrong."

"Yes you have, and I'm sure your father will never let you out of the house ever again."

Will stood awkwardly in the corner and decided to make his presence known.

"Sorry, should I leave you together?"

"Oh Will, sorry about that. Thank you for finding our niece."

"It wasn't just me. I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for my cousin who asked Lizzie what was wrong, and it was George Wickham who helped us find her."

"The one who took her in the first place."

"Yes, I know he can be slippery, but he will help if he has some motivation."

"I'm sorry you went through all this trouble, you really didn't have to, but we thank you for what you did to find Lydia, you and your cousin."

"I only ask that you don't tell her family that I was involved, especially Lizzie."

The aunt and uncle looked at each other in confusion, "If you want us to."

"Thank you."

Lydia piped up now, "Why did you help?"

Will looked over at the young girl who he now realized, had gone through the same situation as Georgiana, but worse. She didn't however lose her spirits like his sister did, either because of the different personalities, or because there was something about Lydia that made her strong after all that happened.

Lydia repeated her question and Will had to put off his thoughts.

"I did it because I know your sister."

"You know my sister?"

"Yes." What type of 'know' was she thinking about?

"So you and Lizzie are pretty close then?"

"We are just friends I think."

Lydia nodded slowly and then got up from the bed.

"Lydia, where do you think you are going?"

"I need to talk to Wickham."

"Absolutely not."

"Aunt Beth, I need to talk to him. I need to apologize for what happened."

"Wickham doesn't need an apology for taking you away from your family without permission." Will added.

"What he did was probably wrong, but so was I. It was my fault for running off with Willoughby too."

"Wickham shouldn't have taken you to a place where you would've met Willoughby."

"But he came to get me! He came the other night-I saw him-he defended me against John!"

"Is that all it takes to win your favor?"

Lydia lowered her head, "And what is your reason? You're just doing this to win Lizzie's favor aren't you?"

"I wasn't going to tell her of my involvement, and neither are you."

A/N: So as the end draws nearer, I hope you guys will stick around for next year's parody of Sense and Sensibility called: Life's a struggle. I don't know if I want to keep the title so we will see. Hope you all liked this chapter, give me feedback if you liked or disliked the fighting scene. I'm not good at writing those so I apologize. I always love receiving your comments so please keep them coming.