-1Chapter 12- Dance With Me

Jane noticed how silent Lizzy was on the ride home, but recognised her need for peace and allowed her that at least until they were in bed. They had both been lying in the dark for ten minutes before a tentative, "What's wrong?" came from the darkness of the bottom bunk.

"Did you see Darcy and Wickham at the shops today?" Lizzy asked, staring at the ceiling as the glow in the dark stars began to fade.

"No. I was too busy talking to Charles." Jane was thankful the dark hid her blush.

Lizzy gave a short chuckle, "There was like a stand off. I felt like the local showgirl held hostage between the sheriff and the outlaw, only I don't know which was which. I have never seen Will so angry before, he was all tense. I honestly thought he was going to hit George, who had gone completely pale, he probably thought the same thing. But Will, he…I dunno, kind of looked at me and he looked so vulnerable for a minute before he turned tail and ran. George shrugged it off pretty quickly but we were talking tonight…" she paused, thinking again on how open George had been.

"What? What did he tell you Lizzy?" Jane held her breathe, knowing a good story was on it's way.

"He screwed George over Janey." Lizzy answered, twisting around and hanging her head over the edge her hair dangling low enough tickle Janes arms. She proceed to tell Jane everything George had told her, including that Will had backed out on his promise and was engaged.

"No!" Jane exclaimed sitting up in her bed, Lizzy swung herself over the side of her bed and snuggled in next to her sister. "Will would never do something like that Lizzy, you may not think much of him but Charles does, and personally I think he is too good to be so cruel to poor George."

"I had not thought him possible of it either, but George could not have been lying. He gave me names, dates and even describes Ms de Bourgh and Anne to me in ways too similar to Billy's description to be false!" Lizzy exclaimed convincing herself more than Jane. "There was truth in his every word!"

Jane chose not to argue with her sister, acknowledging that when Lizzy was in such a mood she would brook no argument. Instead, she said goodnight and watched her sister flip herself back onto her bunk, the stubborn streak in her apparent even as she refused to climb the ladder to get herself into bed.

The next morning brought excitement and chaos. Lydia and Cathy ran about the house like chickens with their heads cut off, Mary was running about looking for her black corset which Lydia had hidden. Franciscka Bennet was yelling at Lizzy for letting Jane help her choose an outfit before Jane was ready and Billy was standing in the background offering to help her change if Jane was indisposed. It was however, organised chaos. By five o'clock, an hour before the festivities began; the girls were sitting completely ready in the lounge. Lydia wore checked black and white leggings under a black overall dress with a white tee beneath it. Cathy wore black leggings with a lacy white dress that floated over her body nicely. Mary sat wearing a floor length red skirt with an overlaying black net with black roses embroidered over it, she had found her black corset with the red ribbons and squeezed herself into it and had gotten Lizzy to help her straighten her hair so she looked like a corpses bride. Jane and Lizzy had decided to go like the twins they were, exact opposites. Jane went in white, a short-sleeved dress with a pleated skirt, she wore her hair out in a golden shawl about her shoulders, and Lizzy on the other hand wore black. A knee length halter neck dress in black, the hem fell on an angle with one end of the dress reaching mid thigh and the other brushing her knee, and she chose to wear her hair wildly curly and wear very black mascara and eyeliner, going for her favourite 'smoky eyes' look. The girls looked every bit the beautiful Bennet sisters, although we all know that Jane and Lizzy easily outdid the rest. Mrs Bennet wore a blue evening gown that tucked and curved in all the wrong places, and MR Bennet looked very handsome in his crisp black suit and blue shirt to match his wife. The Bennets were ready, that is with the exception of Billy who was still singing 'Apologise' loudly in the shower. He emerged wrapped in a towel and reeking of 'old salt' to entreat the Bennets to leave without him but didn't allow Lizzy to escape him so easily.

"Dear Elizabeth, Lizzy" he amended, "promise me that you will dance the first two with me."

With her mother watching and threatening silently with that strange telepathic ability mothers seem to have to make her drive with Billy if she didn't and still have to dance with him, Lizzy agreed.

Netherfeild was a sight to behold. Every surface was covered in clothes of shimmering blue and green, and streamers of the same hue hung from the roof. Balloons of silver and light blue filled the air while a bubble machine on top of the stairs filled the air with sparkling bubbles and the mist machine made the room feel mystic. Jane and Lizzy were utterly delighted the moment they saw it all, Charles was by their side the moment they arrived and had whisked Jane off instantly, Lizzy saw Charli gesturing her over from the other side of the room and moved quickly, scanning for George while trying to avoid noticing Darcy who stood trying to catch her eye. She walked quickly, dodging the partygoers as she went but was caught by Denny.

"Hello Lizzy." He smiled saluting her to make her laugh as he said, "I'm here on a mission of the uttermost importance, I'm to relay a message from George Wickham to 'the prettiest girl at the party' and from the way he didn't stop talking about you, I can only assume he meant you."

Lizzy laughed, blushing delightfully. "Now that you've flattered me, what did he have to say?"

Denny's smile fell slightly as he glanced about and seeing Darcy's gaze on them moved closer to whisper in her ear, "Georgie boy has been called away on important 'personal matters', which from what I understand, means that he didn't think it was right to come into Charles's home and cause a scene with the hosts best friend." Denny shook his head, scowling in Darcy's general direction, "I hadn't realised he was such a bastard, just arrogant. Seems first impressions can be wrong. Even the bad ones."

As Denny walked off Lizzy frowned in thought. Wickham has told Denny too? It seemed strange that he should have told so many people of the injustice done him by William Darcy, but then, Lizzy felt mayhap the feelings yesterdays confrontation had provoked in him had delivered a need to talk it over with a few people. Yes, she thought with satisfaction, that must be it.

"Hello! Hello! Can I have your attention for a moment?" Charles was shouting over the din in the room without luck. Lizzy laughed quietly before flying up the stairs to stand next to him and Jane.

"OI!" Heads snapped towards her and she smiled, the only sound being Chris Brown singing Echo, then that was turned down and Lizzy finished, "Charles has been trying to get your attention." She smiled patted a bemused Charles on the back and slid down the twirling banister and coming to a - somehow still elegant - stop next to Charli and smoothed out her dress, noticing everyone still staring at her she raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm good, you can listen to Charles now."

Laughter filled the room, with a loud muttering of 'incorrigible child!' from Mrs Bennet, a dramatic 'she could have been killed' from a newly arrive Collins in his designer suit, tailored to fit around his hanging gut, and lastly a look of immense amazement and amusement from Will, who stood directly behind her. He concentrated much more on the puzzle of curls in her hair and the delightful shape of her behind than his best friends welcome speech. He did however hear Charles's last sentence and was determined to make good of a promise to himself.

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THAT MORNING

"I didn't know it was possible to have a headache in your feet." Will muttered as he sat down next to Charles and Richard.

Charles chuckled shortly, cutting himself off with a groan as his head ached, "Don't it hurts. Oh the pain!"

Both sat slumped at the table, steaming cups of coffee in hand. "Isn't there some hang over treatment with raw egg and wheat grass or something? You know all the worst flavours blended together in an evil concoction to fight the evil in my head." Charles muttered, sniffing the vegemite toast Richard was chowing into with delight, amused at the predicament of his two friends.

"Personally, I find the best hang over cure is not to stop drinking." Richard smirked as both men groaned again.

"Explains why you carry your flask around everywhere." Will muttered.

"Sure does bucko," Richard exclaimed, slapping Will on the back and slathering more vegemite onto his toast.

"How can you eat that shit? The smell is going to make me puke!" Charles was pinching his nose with one hand and massaging his temple with the other.

"It's vegemite(1) dude." Richard had never really gotten over his teenage slang days, "Lizzy got me onto it while we were away. We're living in Australia now boys, it's time to eat like them too!"

Will's head cleared for a moment at the mention of Lizzy, before a dark cloud filled the vacated space. Lizzy. Wickham. Lizzy. Party. Lizzy and Wickham. Together. At the Party. Tonight. Without him. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let that happen. He made a promise to himself that he would ask her to dance with him, he would prove to her that he was better than Wickham and that if she had to be with one of them, it should be him, not that…that asshole. Yes, he thought, his mind suddenly clearer and his headache almost gone, I will ask her to dance.

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Will reached out to tap Lizzy on her bare, smooth shoulder, but was interrupted by a small man who resembled the father in 'Matilda', if he had swapped his Prada suit for a tweed jacket, jeans and one of those ridiculous bowler hats, he would be a perfect fit, he even -though Will didn't know this- used the same brand of hair oil. The greasy man reached out an oily finger and ran it down Lizzy's back, Will's ire rose, and Lizzy jumped shivering in revulsion.

When Lizzy felt a finger slide down her naked spine she jumped, because she knew the only two people behind her were Darcy and Collins. She prayed that it was Darcy that was doing it but knew from the trail of slime left by the finger it must be Billy. She turned, trying to ensure she kept the friendliest possible face on, "Billy!" she exclaimed stepped sideways into Will in her effort to avoid Billy's now groping hands.

"A dance Elizabeth?" Billy reached his hand out and Lizzy cringed, wishing she had gloves like the characters from Jane Austen's books, to cover her hands, wishing to avoid skin-to-skin contact. Involuntarily she stepped back, this time over Will's foot, his arm slinked around her waist as he caught her and twirled her into an upright position.

Lizzy was laughing as he spun her in a circle, her hair flying. When she came to a stand, still she found herself in Will's arms, one big hand on the small of her back and the other gentle moving a wisp of hair from her face. She felt her knees weaken for a moment, as he looked at her then an indignant, "Cousin Elizabeth! You promised!" snapped her back into reality and she pushed away from Will, remembering suddenly her distaste for him. Remember what George told you, she reminded herself. Remember what he said about you. Yet somehow, she couldn't return to her former state of unadulterated hatred, she realised with unease as she moved away from him that she missed the warmth of his hands, and the strange tingle up her spine as his hands completely encircled her waist. That is not appealing! She mentally shouted at herself as she walked onto the dance floor with Billy and told him that the coolest dancing these days was not to touch you partner. He didn't believe her for a second - "Very funny Elizabeth! - And some serious hand on bum grinding occurred much to Lizzy's mortification. Luckily, or not so luckily depending on how you see it, she was saved.

Will was breathing heavily. She has been in his arms, held close, close enough to make that minuscule move to press his lips against hers, but his fantasy had all come crashing down around him when the toad - Collins - had interrupted them. Now he was left standing there, bereft of her smooth skin or soft hair on his fingers. Was it normal to find the fact that one's hands easily encompassed her waist completely arousing? Or for him to suddenly crave strawberries because he had smelt her strawberry shampoo on her hair? Was it quite normal to want to kill the man she was dancing with, purely because he had what Will didn't? Will didn't know, or care and it didn't stop him from craving each of those things and mentally listing ways to have it again. He looked out on the dance floor and saw Lizzy slap the Toad's hand from her behind and stepped forward in concern. Another step as the Toad thrust his hips against hers, finally a run as he moved his hand up from her waist in a not-so-subtle attempt to brush her breast. He grasped the Toads hand, disgusted at the feel of it, and pulled it away from her, and politely as possible said, "May I cut in?" and swept her away before Lizzy or the Toad understood what was happening.

"Thank you," Lizzy breathed, resting her head on Will's chest before she realised what she was doing and snapped it back. Will could see the confusion in her eyes, they were darker and somehow seemed to change colour every moment, and was happy. It was better than the hate or anger or worse pity that he usually saw there, confusion meant he might come out on top. He marvelled at how small her hand felt in his, and how - if he were ever lucky enough - she could rest her head under his chin.

"Your welcome," was his response seconds too late. He frowned realising he needed to be cohesive in his conversation if he was going to woo her, because he had made a conscious choice, she was going to be his. "I…err…noticed that he made you uncomfortable."

Lizzy frowned slightly, as she glanced up at Will before he twirled her out into the crowd and brought her spinning back. "Yes he does. He's been doing that ever since he moved in."

The song changed and the dancer's all scuttled to find a partner to wrap in their arms. Lizzy could see Charles's swaying gently a very content Jane resting her head on his shoulder. She was so distracted she didn't realise she was still dancing with Darcy and that his arms were slowly pulling her closer. "What?" she asked startled, having missed his question, she flinched to find herself face to face with the hollow of his throat.

"I said that it seems your making a lot of new friends lately, I believe that man was with you yesterday when we ..err saw each other." Darcy stumbled over his words, avoiding the topic but seeming to want to talk about it at the same time.

Lizzy chose to dive right in, "Yes, we met a really nice guy yesterday. A new comrade of Denny's. His name is George Wickham."

"…his name is George Wickham." Will stiffened, wishing that he had just avoided the subject, that he had just been content to have her in his arms. "He really is just the most charming man I have ever met, handsome too and there is just something about his accent that must do wonders for his love life." Each word was like a stab in the heart. Will swallowed, trying to hide the shaking of his hands where they rested on her waist.

"He does seem so at first impression. He is also lucky he can so easily make friends, whether he has substance enough to keep them, is another matter." Will stared straight over Lizzy's head, holding himself rigid so she wouldn't realise how angry he was.

He felt Lizzy look up at him, "He was unlucky enough to lose your friendship in a way that will let him suffer all his life." She whispered quietly, and pushed herself from his arms. The sudden lose of her warmth sent goose bumps up his arms. He moved to follow after her, surprised at how fast she moved in heels.

Lizzy didn't know why she was so upset. She hated Will Darcy, hated him. He was smug and arrogant and cruel and she hated him. So why was she crying? She fled through the upstairs level of the house ignoring all the closed doors, and found an open door leading to a balcony with stairs down to the ground. She quickly followed them down and kicking off her shoes sprinted across the lawn. When she reached the comfort of the woods leading to the park she slowed. Breathing heavily amidst flowing tears Lizzy came to a halt under a large tree. Suddenly the urge to climb it was over whelming, it would be an escape and it would be a comfort. She always went to the woods when she was upset, finding the ancient trees calmed her. She climbed quickly, her dress tucked into her underwear, not caring if anyone should walk by and notice her care bare undies. Finally she reached a comfortable spot and sat to cry, her dress and hair billowing around her. She was crying for George and the cold way he had been treated and spoken of by Darcy. She was not crying for the unfeeling way he had treated her, or because she had felt so comfortable in his arms. She was not, she did not!

Will reached the balcony just as Lizzy disappeared into the trees. He adjusted the dark blue blazer he had been wearing - scruffy style because he knew it was her favourite - ran. He shivered slightly, if he was cold then she must be freezing. When he reached the woods, he slowed, moving slowly, sure, that she could not have gone far within without the shoes he had stumbled over in the dark. He could hear soft sobbing coming from his tree and when he stopped beside it, he was confronted with a strange image. Lizzy, hair a wild mane about her head, a halo of brown curls, her dress blowing about her legs, showing tantalising glimpses of skin. Her back was to the trunk of the tree and one leg was pulled close to her body, an arm wrapped about it and her head resting on it as she cried, the other leg dangling off the edge of the bough she sat on. She was the picture of sorrow and she was beautiful.

"Lizzy?" he called softly hoping not to startle her. "Lizzy come down, please. It's cold!" He watched in amazement as she swang herself off the branch, moving quickly and gracefully down the tree before at the last branch her dress snagged at the hem and she slipped…falling…falling. He caught her up at the last possible moment, cradling her head and pulling her in close to him, thankful she was safe. So he was surprised when she pushed herself up right and walked away, shivering from both the cold and the fright of her fall. "Lizzy, wait!" Will ran after her. "It's cold, wear my jacket." He wrapped it about her shoulders and keeping one hand about her wrist walked silently beside her.

She was cold, she was still in shock from her fall, but most of all she was angry. At George for not turning up, at Will for being such an asshole, at George for telling her about Will, at Will for being so sweet and caring, at Charles for throwing this stupid party, at Will for making her feel so confused and at herself for letting herself be confused. So when Will caught up with her again and then forced - although it wasn't really that unwelcome - his blazer - "Hmm I like the scruffy look, and it suits him too- NO! This is William Darcy…think un sexy thoughts, think un sexy thoughts!" - she wasn't very happy. This displeasure escalated when she realised she was relishing the warmth his body had left in the jacket and that little tingles originated from where his hand was wrapped around her wrist. She trudged silently on.

"Lizzy, what's wrong?" Darcy asked her, desperate to help. This only made her more annoyed. "Lizzy, you can't ignore me." Now it was his turn to get annoyed, he used the hand he had restraining her to swing her around to face him and grabbed her other wrist. "Lizzy you're behaving like a child, running away, climbing and falling out of trees and gallivanting about in the dark with bare feet and nothing warm on. Tell me what's going on."

Lizzy was tensing her wrists, trying to break his hold on her, it wasn't working. She knew he was right, she was being childish but she didn't want to be here, not with him. "Let me go." She exclaimed with vehemence, the pain in her voice making him let go in surprise. "Why can't you act normal? You're either being an arrogant prick, staring at me or being all fakely charming. George told me what you did." Lizzy's mouth started to quiver as tears threatened to over come her again, but she held her head up high and took a deep breath. "I had hoped to use tonight to figure you out, but it's impossible. You don't let enough of yourself be seen." With that Lizzy flung his blazer at Will and stormed off, stopping only to pick up her discarded shoes. She stomped up the stairs and walked into Caroline, who had been sniffing out Will.

"Lizzy, darling!" Caroline exclaimed melodramatically when she saw Lizzy. "I heard you met George Wickham yesterday? He's a tricky one, if I were you I wouldn't go near him, did you know his father was the steward at Pemberley?" Caroline was in fact for once being genuine. She didn't know exactly what had happened between Will and George but she knew that George Wickham was bad news.

"Yes, your right, I have made a wonderful new friend and if that's the worst thing you can say about him then I can't see a problem." Lizzy swept right past her, indignantly storming down the stairs to capture Charli for a dance.

"He is such a…a…a…" Lizzy stomped her foot in consternation, and Charli laughed spinning her around.

"A what? A sexy woman-attracting monster? I can understand that." Charli laughed. "He seems to like you."

"Seems to like tormenting me, you mean." Lizzy retorted, trying to ignore the image of Darcy's face when she caught him staring.

"Lizzy, if a man like Will looked at me like that I would be sitting in his lap thinking of creative ways to get that frown off his face." Charli licked her lips and scandalously winked at Lizzy making her laugh.

"Just you wait, he won't seem so pretty when you hear what he's done." Lizzy's mood plummeted as she and Charli found a quiet corner and told her the whole story, and while she was telling they were joined by Jane who had a mocktail in hand for each of them.

"I asked Charles about him, he wouldn't tell me much but he said that George got better than he deserved from Will, and that it is George who is the bad guy in the whole thing. Caroline told me the same thing, both seemed to think very little of him." Jane smiled hesitantly, seeing Lizzy's face darken at the mention of Will.

"I don't doubt that Charles is completely honest, but he doesn't know George does he?" Jane shook her head, "then he got it from Darcy and I can't make myself trust him. I know he's hiding something."

Jane just sighed, knowing Lizzy wasn't going to give Will the benefit of the doubt. She walked away, seeing Charles trying to catch her eye in the distance.

"Elizabeth?" Billy caught Lizzy's attention, he was very excited. "I…it…oh my. I heard that man you were dancing with mention his cousin Anne and her mother Catherine. I believe he is the nephew of my dear Ms Catherine de Bourgh! I will have to go introduce myself, I'm sure he would be offended if I don't." Billy made to go towards Darcy when Lizzy grabbed his arm.

"Don't worry Elizabeth." Billy patted her hand, "I'll come back and dance with you again once I'm chatted with Mr Darcy."

"No, don't go. He…he won't want to talk to you." Lizzy looked over at Darcy who was staring at her with a frown.

"Of course he will Elizabeth." Billy frowned at her and shaking off her hand moved away. Lizzy looked toward Darcy fearfully, wishing that she hadn't broken down and that Billy wasn't so repulsively obsequious, but he wasn't there. He had moved towards her and was quickly intercepted by Billy, she inched forward to eaves drop.
"Sir, excuse me sir?" Billy called out shrilly as he grabbed Darcy's hand in a vigorous shake. "You would be…" Billy's voice was lost for a moment in the crowd and Lizzy inched closer, desperate to hear this. "…illiam Darcy, the nephew of the esteemed Ms Catherine de Bourgh who happens to be my patroness. I am honoured to meet you sir, honoured!" If Billy had started kissing Darcy's shoes, Lizzy wouldn't have been surprised - she was surprised he didn't. She watched with horror as Darcy just looked at him, an eyebrow quirked in a very endearing - no Lizzy! - a very annoying manner.

"Oh." He said, removing his hand from Billy's iron clasp. "That's excellent." Darcy walked away.

"You would be Fitzwilliam Darcy, the nephew of the esteemed Ms Catherine de Bourgh who happens to be my patroness. I am honoured to meet you sir, honoured!" The little man who had latched onto his hand was talking a mile a minute in a very nasally voice. Will winced at his use of his full name but nobody seemed to have noticed. He nodded, "Oh," and removing his hand from the Toad's began to move away, "That's excellent." He finished, hoping to escape the slimy little man who had made a move on his Lizzy. He wanted nothing to do with him. It took him a moment to realise that the Toad had followed him and was still talking. "Ms de Bourgh", "esteemed patroness", "Hunsford" and something about apologising for not coming earlier. Will had no idea what he meant, he just wanted to get away before the man decided to start licking his hands like an over excited dog, he could almost picture the Toads tail wagging. Finally, he nodded at the Toad and Bilbo? Billy? Got the message and moved away. However when Will saw him move over to Lizzy and heard him say, "See cousin, he was perfectly happy to talk to me I don't know what your problem was." Will was almost livid with indignation. How dare this man come to his best friends party, hit on his Lizzy and push himself on Will's good will! Slimy, warty little Toad of a man!

Lizzy was cringing and begging off another dance with Billy - "But our last one was interrupted dearest, though by what a man!" - and had gravitated towards the drinks table. She was secretly smuggled two very strong shots by Mr Lucas who thought she had the look of a woman in need of strong liquor and made herself a mix of 1 part raspberry lemonade and 5 parts vodka. She could hear her mother talking. Loudly. Over the music. "Oh Jane is so beautiful!", oh here we go, she thinks. "And the way she has Bingley hooked is amazing!" She went on for ten minutes before Lizzy grabbed her arm and bodily pulled her into the kitchen.

"Mama! Stop it! Your going to embarrass Jane!" Lizzy exclaimed exasperated.

"Embarrass her? Embarrass her? I'm letting people know how lucky our sweet Janey is! Embarrass her my ass!" Mrs Bennet had also been drinking. She leaned forward and whispered in a dramatically loud and conspiratorial voice. "It's all going to plan, he's falling in love with her and when she finishes school they can get married and we'll be rich!"

Lizzy rolled her eyes and said in the same voice, "Yes Mama, we'll be rich and live in a solid gold castle and wear gold and silver crowns!" She led her mother out and was surprised to see Darcy standing staring at her in shock outside the kitchen door, she assumed it had something to do with her manhandling her mother and ignoring him except to scowl at him as she walked past. She was mortified further when Charles got on stage and asked for Lizzy to sing to them and before she had a chance to modestly decline, Mary is her gothic black and combat boots had climbed on stage and was trying to sing ABBA's 'Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight). Now while Lizzy had a charming voice, was brilliant on a guitar and adequate on the piano, the only one of her sisters to inherit the music gene was Mary. That does not mean however, that she was good. She could play piano much better than Lizzy but had a voice like an old lady who had chain smoked her entire life and swallowed a frog, and that frog's voice box had been irreplaceably damaged at birth. She could not sing a note in tune to save her life. It was beyond mortifying, especially when Lydia and Cathy started to boo her. When she made to start another song and Daniel Bennet moved up whispering loudly, "Let someone else have a go Mary!" Lizzy wished the floor would just swallow her whole. First George had bailed on her, and then she had been saved from Billy by Darcy. Then said Englishman with knees to jelly good looks turns on the charm and confuses her to tears and still has the decency to go after her and check on her. Then Billy accousts him and smears his slime over Darcy's hand. Her mother screams embarrassing anecdotes about Jane into the crowd, Mary sings, Lydia and Cathy catcall and her father embarrass Mary in front of the whole town. Then her mother accidentally misplaces her bag so that everyone has to leave first - she had hidden it in the bathroom cupboard - and then spends an extra 20 minutes at the front door pushing Charles into coming around for dinner -"An intimate gathering where we can get to know each other better". By the time they left Lizzy was ready to cry. This night was a mess. The only thing she wanted to do was drink herself into a stupor and hope when she awoke tomorrow with a head-splitting headache, that she couldn't remember why.

A/N Sorry I haven't updated in so long, SAC's galore and I have another three in the next week so don't expect anything until after Easter cause then I have two weeks off to get a couple off. I also had major writers block for this one and did like four of the 6 pages today before I went to bed so if their crap, it's because I'm sleepy and felt sorry for all my fans :P

I'm trying to set up Lizzy's conflictedness here. I don't want her to wholley trust Wickham cause he's an ass, and I want her to WANT Will cause he's gorgeous. I'm also setting up the removal from Netherfeild.
Read and Review please. The more reviews I get, the more likely I am to be motivated to update quickly!

1. Vegemite, one of the greatest foods in existence.

2. Echo is a song by Trapt and Chris Brown is the lead singer (HOT!)