-1Chapter 11- Two Sides To Every Story

Will Darcy was pissed. Well and truly pissed. And not in the fist through a wall way, he was vomiting in the rose garden pissed, although he had in a particular bout of anger hit and shattered a window, accounting for the blood spattered bandage around his arm. Fortunately for Will, Charles was rip-roaring drunk right beside him.

After the 'meeting' at the shopping centre Will had been dark and his eyes almost black with anger. Charles had no idea what could of done that to him, and wisely had chosen not to say a word. Instead he told Louisa she should take Caroline to get her hair done and poured Will a whisky. Richie was over at the Lucas's, probably playing poker with Mr Lucas. Will downed his drink in one big gulp, grimacing as he felt the fiery liquid pour down his throat. He made himself another before speaking to Charles who sat silently, sipping his own drink. "That man is a monster."

Charles arched an eyebrow, shockingly serious for once, "Denny's friend?" he frowned searching for the fellows name. "George? He seems like a nice enough fellow, the twins seemed to like him." This was the wrong thing to say as Will's brow darkened.

"They don't know him." Will snapped, downing another glass.

"But you do." Charles remained calm in the face of Wills thunder, knowing that it must be something serious for Will to be this angry.

"He is a menace, a manipulator, a…a…bastard." He walked about the room, leaning his head against the window. "After what he did, he should never have shown his face in decent society again, I should have killed him for what he did to her."

"Her?" Charles probed gently, reaching for the whisky bottle. He almost missed Wills response.

"Georgina." When Will looked at him he was crying, silent tears gently rolling down his cheeks. His voice grew louder and amidst his tears came anger, "He did it, he…broke her." His fist thumped the window, shattering the glass. Charles rushed over and help him and finally understood Wills turmoil. Georgina was his kid sister, sixteen this year, and she was his only real family. Their parents had died, their mother when Will was 8 years old, barely months after Gee Gee was born, and their father died just after Will's 18th birthday, leaving Will with control of his business, his money and most importantly his ten year old daughter. Will effectively became Gee Gee's father. She was a beautiful girl, with the same straight black hair as her brother, and merry light blue eyes above a button nose. She was tall and slender like Will, and almost floated when she walked. Gee Gee had been a sweet girl, with many friends though she was quite shy, and had a passionate love of music. Or at least she had been. Last time he had seen Gee Gee, she had been withdrawn and jumpy. He remembered how she had used to come running to open the front door first, loving to invite people in, but would always through herself into his arms for a hug first, she treated him like another big brother. But when he saw her last there was none of that, Mrs Reynolds had opened the door and Gee Gee was nowhere to be seen. When he had been led to the living room Charles had found her staring at the piano lifelessly. He once beautifully plump body was frail and bony, her eyes were shadowed and haunted, Gee Gee had disappeared and been replaced by Georgina, a 15 year old ghost.

Charles and Will spent the rest of the night discussing what had happened to her, and Charles shook the image of Georgina the ghost out of his head, glad to hear from Will that she was recovering, though the scar of his touch may always be upon her. Charles understood the hate and anger in Will's eyes, but he couldn't understand the pained look he got when he mentioned Lizzy's name. Charles couldn't understand the hurt Will had felt when Lizzy flinch, that those eyes he so worshipped had turned almost blue with fear, that she had believed that he would hurt someone hurt him more than he could explain.

Lizzy spent the night in an entirely different confidence. Though she was smart enough to know the truth when she sees it, when one only sees one half of it and the face delivering this truth seems completely open and sincere, and the one it is about appears arrogant and always looks like it is hiding something (we know what that something is don't we reader?), this truth will appear much like the truth. When Lizzy and her sisters arrived at their aunt Phillipa's (1) the boys were already there. Calum came over to talk to Lizzy before Wickham had a chance to and as a result he and Denny were swept off into a corner to talk to Lydia and Cathy. Calum wanted only to enquire if she had heard about Kosovo declaring it's independence, and upon learning that she had entered into a heated debate that would have turned Will into a puddle of lust on the floor, as it was Wickham's attention to Lydia's conversation was severely lacking and scant seconds after Lizzy moved from Calum's side, Wickham was offering her his arm. This gesture was quickly accepted by Lizzy who thought Wickham was a delightful creature and that the grease off at the shops had been something different than she had imagined. George Wickham was too handsome and open to incite so much hatred in anyone's eyes, and Lizzy decided that she had definitely misunderstood the whole thing.

"So," he said, pulling her down next to him on the swing seat on Aunt Phillipa's porch, "you know Will Darcy? How long has he been here?"

Lizzy raised an eyebrow but answered, "Since January, so about three and a half months (2). He's living with Charles Bingley, the oil tycoon and his sisters." She hesitated before adding, "He's from Derbyshire originally."

George nodded, turning his head so he looked directly at her. "Yes, I know. He lives on a large estate with his sister, called Pemberley, it is the finest place in the entire world, though one is always bias when speaking of their home." He smirked slightly as she pulled at the bait, "Yes, I grew up with Will Darcy, from the age of four we were inseparable. My father was the steward at Pemberley, he managed all the everyday things, gardens, cleaning and all that. He and Will's father had been friends since they were children and Mr Darcy was my godfather. Tell me, what do you think of Will?"

Lizzy thought for a moment, "I think Darcy is a self-righteous chauvinist."

George smiled at her opinion, "Well, I shouldn't really say this but I agree. He is not a nice person, but I hesitate to voice this opinion because I doubt Hertfordshire agrees with you."

"But they do!" Lizzy emphasised, "We all think him to full of pride to be likeable!"

"Interesting, most people see only his money and social standing, and think nothing of his personality." George said, his interest in Lizzy waning next to the opportunity to wreak havoc on Will's reputation.

"Oh, but we don't care. In the short time I have known him I have spent a lot of time with him and do not like him one bit!" Lizzy insisted, hoping George would expand on his and Will's history.

"I am glad you are not blind to his flaws Liz," George said, seeing a way to kill two birds with one stone. "You see, he and I…have a history."

"As I told you, his father was my godfather and one of the best men ever born. When my father died when I was but a young lad of 11, Will's father took me in and promised to provide for me as my mother had run away shortly after I was born. [A/N who could blame her? He sent me to private school with Will, and encouraged me to play and protect his young daughter Georgina. She idolised me and I doted on her, and for years the Darcy's, Will included, treated me as part of the family. However when I turned 18 the year before Will did, his father bought me a car. I think that is when Will developed his deep dislike of me, he was jealous of the affection his father gave to me. His father had promised to pay my way through Harvard Law, in hopes that I would become a successful solicitor, which has been my dream job all my life. Will resented me further when I was accepted into Harvard months before his father died, I think he felt hurt that his father would put so much more effort into giving me a place in life than his own son. However after he died, I received a letter from Harvard advising me that unfortunately certain financial problems had arisen and my fees could not be paid. I went to ask Will about it and he refused to honour his dear fathers promises. That was almost five years ago, and I have drifted from job to job in hopes of finding something I love so much as law, and eventually found my way into the Australian Defence force who have special programs to help with education." George finished his narrative, and saw that Lizzy's eyes had turned a light green as she processed these thoughts.

"That is horrible!" Lizzy exclaimed finally, having sorted through the facts and deciding that although Will Darcy had never shown himself to be vindictive he had neither shown himself, like George, to be a truthful and honest sort of man. "He ought to be publicly disgraced."

"He should be, but I couldn't never smear the Darcy name, not after everything his father did for me."

"That is so sweet of you George," she smiled laying her hand on his and he hid a smirk as he turned his hand about to clasp hers. "Tell me, is his sister like him?"

"Georgina? She was a sweet girl, very attached to me, but now I do not think I could compliment her so highly. She is an attractive girl for sure, and a very accomplished musician but whether she could be called amiable is debateable. She has too much of her brothers pride, and that shall not be helped for I hear she is living with the Fitzwilliam's, who are just as proud as Will."

Lizzy nodded, sit mulling things over in her mind. "His friendship with Charlie confounds me. Charles is so sweet and sincere and Darcy is…well Darcy."

George forced a laugh, "Yes, but Will is not lacking in attributes that make him charming, he can be kind, sweet, clever and fair - although I am lead to believe this is a persona he retains only for the rich."

Lizzy nodded, but whatever she was going to say was interrupted by Billy. Billy had spent the evening eyeing his cousin and her companion whilst playing poker with some of the other members of the party. Now he hoped to gain her attention and draw it away from that Wickham fellow. "My dear friend, Ms de Bourgh, owner of the de Comfort hotel chain, taught me herself that indulging in a game of risk can often be healthy, a bit of risk never hurt anyone she told me." Poor Billy knew very little about women and even less about women like his cousin, and the particular topic he chose was one of interest to her companion who used it to enthral Lizzy once again.

"Did he say de Bourgh?" George asked, moving his lips to Lizzy's ear in a way that was both secretive and seductive all at once. Lizzy nodded, shivering at the feel of his warm breathe on her neck. George continued, "Did you know that the Ms Catherine de Bourgh is our dear friends aunt."

Lizzy turned her head to look at him quizzically, "Will's?"

George frowned at her use of his given name, it did not hold as much ridicule as her use of 'Darcy'. "Yes, she was his mothers sister. Not only that but her daughter, Anne, is to inherit a fortune and is believed to be engaged to Will."

Lizzy smiled, poor Caroline, she thought with very little real sympathy. "Billy thinks the world of de Bourgh, I'm sure if you asked him he would say the sun shined out her backside. However from what he has said of her, I think his adoration is somewhat misplaced, she sounds to me to be every bit as proud as her nephew."

George nodded, responding with the a memory of her as strict and stern. Their conversation continued on with fun childhood memories, their previous topic put aside but definitely not forgotten.

As Lizzy sat in the car on the ride home, ignoring Billy's 'flirtatious' compliments she pondered on the relationship between George and Will. She was sure that George had told her the truth, how could he not have? Yet there was something about it all, that look in Will's eyes when he had seen George that made her wonder.

1. Yes, I named Mrs Phillips Phillipa, this is because I don't like naming characters and I couldn't remember Mr Phillips ever being mentioned.

2. Yeh I've screwed up time…and I've pushed it over a longer period of time because of school and ect.

A/N ok, I hate this chapter with a vengeance, so if it is suddenly ripped down and replaced with a real story, don't be surprised. But please do let me know what you think. Read and Review. I'll try to get the next chapter up this weekend but I have A LOT of homework to do. tears feel sorry for me.