A/N: Yes, it's true. After a whole entire YEAR of waiting (a year and three months to be precise), it's finally here. My writing's changed a lot, so I hope none of you are too disappointed with this chapter as it's not as crazy (...or as badly written) as the others, but I've tried my best to make it as good as possible. Please let me know your thoughts/opinions, the only way I'll improve is with constructive criticism (emphasis on 'constructive). I also just wanted to say a HUGE thank you for all your reviews and that that's what made me come back to this after such a long time. Your support really means a lot to me!
I woke up to streams of sunlight shining through the huge bay window. I bolted upright, then fell back on the feather pillows, feeling dizzy. Fumbling around my bedside table, I finally managed to grab my phone and blinked blearily at the screen before scrabbling out of bed as the clock read "10:23" in big, bold white letters. Apparently, I had slept better than I thought. I padded across the thick rug and into the ridiculously ornate bathroom. It wasn't even the master bathroom and yet there was marble and gold leafing everywhere and I was pretty sure that the chandelier was made from actual diamonds. The amount of money spent on this guest bathroom would probably feed an entire city in Africa. I must admit though, I did like feeling like I was a queen while I took my daily bath (since there was no shower... Apparently, Lady Catherine had not realized that showers had been invented yet), also, the enormous collection of soaps helped soothe my moral outrage whenever I thought about the unnecessary luxury.
As I ran my bath, dropping in my favourite bath bomb ever which turned my bath a gorgeous molten gold, it occurred to me that I'd finally be leaving Hunsford today and leaving Hunsford meant leaving Lady Catherine and Darcy. Grinning, I slipped off my clothes and sank into the warm water. It would be peaceful once more, I wouldn't keep on bumping into D-arsey and I could get back to my music. Then I remembered that I was not, in fact, living on my own and that I would also be returning to my crazy, chaotic family. Sighing, I dipped under the golden water, only to come up and see none other than Darcy standing in the doorway, looking absolutely flabbergasted. Neither of us said anything for a few moments, just staring at each other, before I yelled, "OH MY GOSH, GET OUT! WHY THE HECK ARE YOU IN MY BATHROOM?!" Which startled him enough to start stuttering, "Oh- uh- I- I-" before running out.
When I heard his door slam, I breathed out, my breath leaving me in a whoosh, closing my eyes before I dipped under the water and lay on the bottom of the bath, trying to clear my head and forget what had just happened. No, I was definitely thankful to be leaving today.
Getting out of the bath was like recreating a spy movie, you know when there's a hall full of laser beams that they have to get through? One wrong move and you're dead. Seriously, it wasn't very well thought through to have a freaking marble floor in your bathroom, which will naturally get wet and therefore, incredibly slippery which will, of course, lead to somebody suing Lady Catherine because this is 'Murica. I shuddered when I thought of Lady Catherine, Justin, Darcy or even Holmes finding me, butt-naked on the floor, no doubt looking eerily similar to a drowned rat pressed up against a window. Mind you, Darcy had already seen me stark naked so it wouldn't be anything he hadn't dealt with before, I thought, glowering. I gripped the cool edge of the bath tub in a death grip, carefully swinging one leg over the side of the bath, then the other. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to stand up and fall flat on my face... again, when I noticed a pair of white slippers to the side of the tub. For a moment, I just sat there in silence, staring at the slippers which blended in very well with the white marble, then I felt a powerful surge of annoyance and frustration. All the times I had almost killed myself could have been avoided if I had just looked to my left, all the bruises and aches and pains would have never happened if I had just been more observant. Or if they weren't so freaking well camouflaged. I screamed through gritted teeth and shook my fist at the ceiling, yelling while whispering (you know the loud scream type whispering? Yeah, that.) "Damn you, Lady Catherine!" before feeling myself wobble and, unable to gain purchase on the slippery rim of the bath, I fell back into the bath.
There was an eerie sense of de ja vu when I re-surfaced and saw Darcy striding over to help me. I quickly tried to cover myself, "DARCY, SERIOUSLY?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I yelled, actual yelling this time, not whisper yelling. He looked infinitely irritated, "What was I supposed to do when I heard you scream, followed by a splash? I didn't-" I cut him off, "Just get-" Darcy rolled his eyes, "Yes, but are you hurt?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips. "JUST GET OUT ALREADY!" I screamed, which caused Holmes and several servants to come running in.
Holmes got there first, catching sight of Darcy, "Darcy?! What the hell are you doing here?!" He asked, before noticing me, "Oh- OH, shoot, Ella!" He said, hurrying to turn Darcy around as well as the several servants, one of whom was carrying a gigantic first aid kit.. Holmes had gone bright red, "Okay, ahah, everyone out! Ella, you alright?" He asked, not turning around and still trying to shuffle everyone to the door. I would have laughed at the sight if almost a dozen people hadn't just seen me naked. I nodded, then remembered he wasn't looking at me, "Uh, yeah- I'm good, thanks, Holmes." I said, blushing in the cool water. "Oh, uh, cool, okay then." He said, pushing the last person through the door before slamming it shut.
This time, I refrained from physically releasing my emotions and instead scooted around the huge bathtub to where the now-soaking slippers were. I looked at my thin face in the mirror, my green eyes large and dark in my slightly tanned face. I was never great at tanning, so whenever I attended an event, I always had it sprayed on, but I had actually managed to tan, even if it was almost unnoticeable. I tugged at my dripping curls, my hair needed a cut, since It reached down past my chest now and if I straightened it, I had no doubt it would almost reach my waist.
After brushing my teeth, drying myself and my overgrown hair and applying minimal makeup. Since I had such a big fan base, I wanted to live up to the role model they had made me out to be. It was tough, since greedy journalists were always hungry for a story. One toe out of line and suddenly, you were on the cover of every tabloid at the newsstand. However, most of the time, they didn't even wait for you to mess up on your own, they just made things up which inevitably led to wide-spread disappointment and anger. The public were sheep, there were a few special ones who were kind enough to recognize that the media were all vultures and gave me the benefit of the doubt, but most of them had nothing better to do with their time and jumped on the first whiff of negative press.
Suddenly, my phone rang, bringing me back to the present. I glanced down at the caller ID and saw it was Joe. I debated whether I should answer it after such a pathetic display at the café yesterday, but I eventually decided to pick up, "Joe." I said flatly, not bothering to be too nice.
"Ella, hey, I was wondering if you had a moment?" He asked and I could hear the relief in his voice. I rolled my eyes, throwing a gown on and stepping onto my balcony, catching sight of Darcy on the balcony to my right, I stuck my tongue out at him, making him frown in disdain, once again Lord of Who-Knows-Where in the land of Who-Cares. I nodded, then realized Joe wouldn't be able to hear the nod, I said I did and he launched into a full explination about yesterday, that he hadn't been well and some other things had been going on in his life, but then something he said caught my attention, "What did you say?" I said, my brow furrowing in concentration. Joe sighed, "I grew up with Darcy and don't have such a hot history with him... That's why he's so angry whenever he sees me. I don't want to smear his name though." He said, sounding slightly sad. If there was something bad involving Darcy, I wanted to know, it would make my week, "Hey, this is me, I hate Darcy with a burning passion, nothing you could say would make me think less of the ponce." I said, glaring at said ponce who rolled his eyes and went inside to avoid more harrassment.
"Are you sure?" Joe said, then, not waiting for an answer, he dove into the story about how he'd grown up with Darcy the Arsey, poor boy, after his parents, who were dear friends of the Darcy's, had suddenly been killed and that he quickly became George Darcy's favourite child. Mr Darcy the Senior had promised to put him through college and to support him in whatever career he wanted to do. This, naturally, made Darcy incredibly jealous, as young Darcy worshipped his father, who also didn't like his son's pompous attitude. One day, when George and Anne Darcy had just left for a vacation, Darcy had turned on the news to find out his parent's plane had blown up mid-air, due to a fault in the cockpit. Darcy was devastated, as they all were, but, instead of handling it maturely, he kicked Joe out onto the street, disinherited and cut all ties and affliations with him, saying that he would never be welcome there again.
I felt devastated for Joe and, apparently, I could hate Darcy even more as I felt a fiery fury sweep through me. I sighed, "Oh, Joe, I'm so sorry, I had no idea... Yesterday wasn't a problem at all, but it's good to have context. I just feel so awful for you, there's nothing I could do to help you?" I asked him, biting a nail.
"You could be my friend? Maybe even more someday?" He said, and I could hear the supressed laughter at the cheesiness of his last sentence. I nodded then mentally facepalmed, "Of course, you dipstick. You should visit me soon, I miss you." I said, meaning it. I did like Joe, especially now I had a partner in my hatred for Darcy. "Text me- oh, sherbet, I have to go, sorry! Love ya, darling- bye!" He said, hanging up on me. I sighed, slipping my phone into my gown pocket, looking over at Darcy's unoccupied balcony. How could anyone treat another human being like that?
I walked inside again and over to my spacious oak closet. It was hot outside, so I zipped myself into a white lace bustier crop and a filmy asymmetrical skirt the colour of sunlight, which is ridiculously poetical, but whatever. As much as I hated wearing heels, they were the obvious choice for my outfit, so, sighing, I slipped my smallish wedges on and attempted to walk down the hallway before realizing that I didn't need to wear them in the house. Well, Lady Catherine would have disagreed with me, but she tended to disagree with me about pretty much everything, so who cared?
Darcy fidgeted nervously in the dining room, trying to focus on his book, but unable to do so. He couldn't stop thinking about Ella in the bath, he tried to be a gentleman and immediately erase the memory, but he couldn't. She no doubt despised him more than ever now that he'd seen her, God help him, completely naked. He sighed, looking out of the window to the sunny fields that lay just beyond his aunt's flower garden. There was no doubt in his mind that Ella Bennet would be the death of him.
It was going to be tough, facing everyone after they'd all seen me butt naked, but I tried to look as professional as possible when I walked onto the patio outside for lunch. Obviously Lady Catherine hadn't been told as she didn't reprimand me and instead greeted me with just a hint of disdain. Darcy looked odd and I realized he was wearing a long cardigan that looked suspisciously like one of Holmes'. He looked uncomfortable, but the simple cardigan transformed him from sophisticated Adonis to an indie god, so his sour expression wasn't much a problem, he was still Darcy after all. A Darcy who treat a certain Joe Wickham incredibly badly, the reminder make my fists curl.
"You are leaving today then, Miss Bennet?" Lady Catherine said, holding a pair of glasses, the old fashioned kind that were attached to a stick, up to her milky blue eyes. I nodded, biting into one of the cheese and cucumber sandwiches that were laid out on the table, along with the china tea set. Lady Catherine scowled, "Always look at the person you are speaking with and use words, child!" She barked, sounding like a disgruntled chihuahua. I swallowed my mouthful and looked at her directly, plastering a sickly sweet smile over my face, "My apologies, ma'am." I said, and she bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment, "You are forgiven, it's only to be expected, being raised in such a family as yours." She said, sniffing. Darcy and Holmes both looked shocked, "Aunt!", but she ignored them, "I still have no idea why you never had a governess or went to finishing school... You all are surely paying for it dearly now that you're all grown up."
I clenched my fist, trying not to snap, "I can assure you, Lady Catherine, that we're all perfectly well-mannered."
Lady Catherine laughed, the shrill sound hurting my ears, "Well-mannered? My dear, you hardly know how to eat or drink without the food falling out of your mouth!" She said, her eyes glinting with either amusement or malice.
Holmes stood up, his face red with anger, "Aunt Catherine, you are showing appaling lack of manners yourself. How dare you speak to Ella like that? You hardly know her, for crying out loud. You make me ashamed to be your nephew." He said, and I noted with pleasure, that Lady Catherine's face was losing colour rapidly. Darcy didn't say anything, he probably agreed with her, after all.
I stood up as well, "I will have you know that my family, while they are not perfect, but at least we love each other." I said, only walking out once I was finished.
Holmes followed after me, having grabbed a few sandwiches, "Ella, are you alright?" He asked, touching my lower back in a comforting gesture, "She says things like that all the time."
I let out an angry sigh, "You'd think I'd be used to people insulting my family by now." I said, walking up the lavish hallway.
Holmes shook his head, "It's hard to ignore it, as much as it would help. I saw an article about my parents yesterday, saying that they abused me when I was little and that it's a miracle how well I turned out, painting me as some sort of tragic hero. I've never been so angry in my life." He said, as we climbed the grand staircase, "I tried to make them re-call it, but they said that they wouldn't, as it was flying off the shelves."
I looked at Holmes, shocked, "You could sue them! You-" Holmes shook his head, "It's too much trouble, they'll just write other things anyway. Anyway, who cares what everyone else in the entire world thinks, we know the truth." He said, smiling, amusement glittering in his brown eyes as I slapped his shoulder.
"Not making me feel much better, Sherlock." I said, unable to stop a laugh from escaping which made him grin knowingly at me.
"You can't deny it!" He said, pushing open the door to my room, walking over to the bed and leaping onto it, falling back against the feather-stuffed pillows.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "That was pathetic!" I said, walking over to the far side of the room, before sprinting towards the bed and launching myself into the air before hitting the far side and falling onto the floor in an ungraceful heap.
Holmes burst out laughing, clutching his sides, unable to speak or breath and I was unable to stop myself from joining in, even though my face was buried in the carpet, my left arm throbbing slightly and my knee hurting where I probably burnt it on the carpet. I unfolded myself and pulled myself back up onto the bed, whacking Holmes on the chest again before flopping down next to him. "And-" He choked out, "And you said- that I was r-rubbish!"
I clutched my stomach, "You were!" I said, trying to draw breath.
The laughter subsided after a while and Holmes sighed, looking out of the bay window from his position on the bed, "Nice view, my room overlooks the stables." He said, looking back a me, suddenly grinning mischeviously, "You know what else was a nice view?" He said.
I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, "Agh, no, stop-"
Holmes was already into character though, sticking his chest out, his eyes wide and innocent while he pretended to run his fingers through his imagined long hair, "Oh, it's just me, Ella Bennet, world renowned beauty in the bathtub, completely naked, looking like a magical sea nymph in a golden sea, so why are you all looking at me like that?" He said, his voice high, trying to mimic mine and failing miserably.
I gave hima shove, "Oh, shut up, I looked like a drowned rat!" I said, blushing fiercely.
Holmes shook his head, "If there were ever drowned rats that looked like goddesses with amazing bodies, then yes." He said, giggling like a little school boy.
I tried to imagine drowned rat goddesses and joined him, "You're awful."
Holmes cocked an eyebrow, grinning, "You love me for it though. Oh, and you should have seen Darcy after that display, he looked so uncomfortable, he said he should go and apoligize, that you would probably feel incredibly 'violated' , I had to shut him up by shoving a doughnut into his mouth, it was my last one too." He said, pretending to sulk.
I smiled widely at him, propping myself up on one arm, "You can't pretend you weren't flustered either! 'OH, WOW, this is the first EVER time I've seen a girl naked! That is, in real life, the only other ones I've seen are in my magazines! I didn't realize they really looked like THIS! GOLLY GOSH!" I said, mocking Holmes who was frowning at me, but unable to keep himself from laughing at my impression.
"What can I say? You're a world-renowned beauty that I happened to see completely naked! That would have any man fumbling for words." He sighed suddenly, "I should have sold tickets- there are thousands upon thousands of people who would have wanted to see that!" He said, snapping his fingers like a cartoon character.
I wriggled closer and curled up next to him, resting my head on his chest, my arm around his midriff. His arm encircled me, pulling me closer, "I love you, baby girl." He said, kissing the top of my head, making me smile.
"I love you too, Sherlock."
We woke up only to see the setting sun glaring at us through the windows, blindingly fierce. I sat up, groaning as I realized we were supposed to be packed up and leaving soon. I pulled Holmes up as well, who moaned incoherently at me. We were packed up in half an hour, record timing for both of us. We both put it down to absolute desperation to escape the witch's lair. I was still mad at Lady Catherine and Darcy, but I decided to be civil to them, after all, I could moan about them to my family later.
Darcy felt slightly disappointed that he didn't see Ella at all since lunch, but he couldn't blame her, his aunt was truly awful to be around and he wasn't much better, having not stood up for her. His aunt had praised him afterwards, but he'd told her quietly and firmly that he did not agree with her and that he was completely ashamed and embarrassed for her. He did agree with his aunt about her family, but he knew Ella was different. She was special. He stood in the driveway as one of his aunt's chauffers brought Holmes' car around, in preparation to be loaded, when he heard voices coming around the corner and then Holmes and Ella came into view. He sucked in a breath as the light of the setting sun shone behind her, showing her gorgeously long legs through her filmy skirt and shining on her hair, setting it aglow with different golds and coppers. She glared at him, her dark green eyes narrowed, making him realize that he was now staring at her like an idiot. It was hard not to think of this morning as she neared him, her bustier showing slightly more skin than she usually did. Holmes was grinning at him, looking for all the world like he was desperately trying not to laugh. Darcy shot him a glare as he walked over to meet them, "May I take your bags?" He asked Ella, feeling incredibly awkward and uncomfortable... Almost like a humble worshipper approaching a goddess. He mentally slapped himself round the face, trying to get his act together.
She was still glaring at him, "As revolutionary as it sounds, girls can carry heavy objects, you know." She said, which earned her an elbow to the side by Holmes which made Darcy feel even more nervous, although Ella would never be able to tell because the Darcy mask was firmly in place. He raised an eyebrow as Ella sighed, handing him her small suitcase, thanking him begrudgingly. One of the younger workers ran up to him, quickly bowing and asking whether he could please take the suitcase from the very kind Mr. Darcy, almost tripping over himself. After the car was loaded, Graham, one of Lady Catherine's oldest butlers came out to inform them that they would be having tea before they go and that it was not a request. Darcy sighed, following them into the house.
I tried hard not to groan as we were led back into the house we were so desperate to escape from, back to the old dragon who no doubt wanted to clear her name, although she would insist she had done nothing wrong. Even though my family were absolutely ridiculous, they were still everything to me. However, I was spared having to sit down at all as my phone rang just as we entered the hideous purple lounge. I glanced down at my phone as Lady Catherine seethed, just about to open her mouth to tell me off when I quickly interuppted her, "Sorry, it's Jane, I have to take it." I said, quickly answering the phone before walking out.
For a moment, I thought she had called me by accident as I couldn't hear anything on the other line, but then I heard a heartbroken sob which caused my heart to constrict in my chest, "Jane?! What's the matter?" I asked, immediately thinking that someone's died.
"Charlie left me- he's dating someone else and he-" She sobbed again, "he never even broke up with me! It's all so sudden, I-" I hushed her, trying to be as soothing as I could be while I felt like I had been hit by a bus, it didn't sound like Charlie at all. No doubt Caroline was behind it.
"Shh, shh, it's going to be alright, darling. I'm coming home right away. I'm sure this can be sorted out, this isn't like Charlie..." I said, feeling almost like crying myself as I heard her broken sobbing.
"It's Caroline that's behind this, I'm sure."
Jane sniffed, "No, Ella, it isn't, she's been comforting me and buying things to try and cheer me up. She's been such a good friend to me, I'm sure Charlie just got tired of me."
I suddenly felt furious, how dare she make my sister and best friend feel like this? I clenched my fist, "No-one could ever get tired of you, Jane, you're the best person I know. I'm coming home now, I'll see you in a few hours. Stay strong, sweeteheart, I love you." I said, hanging up the phone. I leant against the wall, shutting my eyes and trying to make sense of everything. I looked back into the lounge, Darcy was mumbling about something or other, looking as stiff as usual.
A pretty, curvy maid walked up to me, holding a silver tea tray, stacked with yet more cucumber sandwiches, "He's gorgeous, isn't he?" I nodded, not wanting to speak to anyone right then, let alone Darcy, "I heard he's a brilliant friend as well. You know he recently saved his friend from a bad relationship? His best friend was dating some low-life golddigger and was completely head over heels, of course, thinking the girl felt the same, the little wretch, when Darcy helped him realize who she truly was. He even set him up with another girl, who's absolutely wonderful!" She said, before walking into the lounge. I felt stunned, like time around me had stopped. There was no time or sound, just the realization that it was not Caroline or Charlie's fault... It was Darcy.
My eyes filled with tears, even though I was furious. Even I wouldn't have thought that Darcy would be capable of this. He looked up as I stared in horror at him, his stupid beautiful eyes lit with concern as he saw my unshed tears and I quickly turned around, feeling as if I would kill him if I stayed there any longer. I ran outside in a blind panic, just wanting to be alone, worried that he would follow me. The sky had darkened considerably and I felt a cold splash on my head as I sprinted into Lady Catherine's flower garden. It took a few seconds before it started pouring with rain, plastering my hair to my scalp and my skirt to my legs. I kicked a stone and let out a choked sob as pain shot up my leg. A hand touched my shoulder, making me whirl around, surprised.
Darcy stood in front of me, his bright violet eyes studying me with concern, "Are you alright?" He asked, pushing his sopping wet hair out of his face, looking like a hero from a romance novel. I didn't say anything, focusing on trying not to cry in front of him. He looked down, then back up at me, looking anguished, "I can't keep quiet any longer." He said, obviously unsure of himself, "I've tried to stop this, but I just can't- I need you to know that I am irrevocably in love with you, Ella. I know it may come as a surprise that I, of all people, have fallen for you. I love you, completly and utterly. And I know by entering into a relationship with you also means having to cope with your family, but-"
"Stop." I said, trying to understand what he had just said. Darcy was in love... With me? Fury suddenly surged through my veins and I looked at him, my anger written across my face, "How dare you." I said, echoing Holmes' reprimand to his Aunt from earlier. Darcy looked like I had just slapped him across the face, "I'm sorry, what?" He said, his voice hushed. I drew myself to my full height, "How dare you admit your feelings for me when you have just seperated the person I love most in this world from the man she believed to be her soul mate? You've made her out to be a golddigging whore, exposing her to the ridicule of the press and therefore, the entire world! You've ruined her completely and here you stand in front of me, admitting your love for me?!" I said, my voice growing louder and louder with every sentence until I was shouting at him, causing a gardener who was retiring for the day to check what was going on, but left us alone, seeing it would entirely inappropriate and that I would more than likely rip his throat out.
The open, honest expression on his face disappeared as the all too familiar mask slipped back into place, "I did what I thought best. Charlie invests himself completely in almost every woman he meets, when he falls he falls hard and is too infatuated to see even the most obvious flaw. I was protecting him! I studied them for months and, while Charlie was more infatuated than he'd ever been before, your sister seemed completely uninterested and then your mother was always gloating about his money and saving your father's estate-"
"My mother is a fool!" I yelled, his words only adding fuel to the fire, "I love her dearly, but she is a complete fool as you well know." I took a shuddering gasp of damp air, my tears mixing with the rain, "And who are you to judge my sister's affection for Charlie? Especially you, who seems to be completely incapable of feeling sympathy for anyone else, but yourself. Joe Wickham warned me about you and told me everything. How could you-"
Darcy stepped closer to me, making me realize I had also been walking closer to him, "You know nothing about Joe Wickham. He is a piece of filth that you would do well to stay away from. And as for your sisyer, it was clear from the second I met her that she was out to get him. After all, Charlie's quite a catch for somebody with no talent or significant place in society. Sure, she smiled prettily and played her cards right, completely fooling Charlie, although it would take much to fool him, but she couldn't fool me. She was obviously completely and utterly uninterested-"
I cut him off again, "That's because she's shy!"
Darcy tried to talk again, "Charlie told me whenever he said that he loved her, she would always bring something else up in order to avoid saying it back."
I saw red, "She barely even admits her feelings to me!" I yelled, my voice echoing with the rolls of thunder. Darcy stared at me, shocked. "As for your previous statement, if we were the last two people on earth, I would still not be the slightest bit interested in somebody like you. You are proud, arrogant and completely self-absorbed. I know you're used to getting your own way, but this time, it's not going to happen. I will never, in a thousand years, be interested in anyone like you." I spat, maintaining eye contact, noting the pain that flickered across his face before he drew himself to his full height, looking every bit the lord everyone said he was.
"I understand. I apologize for wasting your precious time and bid you good-day." He said, his tone clipped. He walked away without another word. When I was finally alone, I let out the sobs I had desperately tried to reign in, falling to my knees, my head in my hands.
Holmes looked out of the large window in the lounge, waiting for Lady Catherine to return from the bathroom when he caught sight of Ella. She looked tragic, like a heroine in a pre-raphealite paiting. The rain muted the bright colours of the flowers into a dull glow as she buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with sobs that were drowned out by the cruel sound of the rolling thunder. He caught sight of Darcy who looked like the boy he had been when his parents had died, eerily vacant, yet completely crushed, all light gone from his eyes.
A/N: So there you have it! I'll try and get the new chapter (which I've already started writing) up as soon as I can. I realized that I made the whole Hunsford and Wickham thing really complicated for me, so it's going to be a bit AU, sorry about that- I promise I will make it as interesting as I can, without being confusing. Please review and tell me what you'd like to see and what you think will happen! Also, sorry about the ending- I had NO idea how to end it...! Thank you all again for sticking with me!
