A/N: Here's the fourth chapter, I promised it, so here comes Mister Hotlooks himself! :)

I'm sorry, I really would like to own myself a Wickham, but he belongs to Jane Austen and Tom Riley... Dammit!

4. I have faith in you.

"Because you're not done, You're far too young And the best is yet to come"

Few days later, I really thought it all had messed up. See, Bingers, who was still obsessed by Amanda, had decided to host a ball at Netherfield Park. Brilliant. There, we finally met Mister Freezer himself, Fitzwilliam Darcy, who I swear I'll loathe until the end of days. He danced with my cousin, let her alone like a poor thing, and she ended up snogging Bingley, who, as innocent as he is, began obsessing about her tongue in his mouth.

Where the hell have I landed?

Anyway, after that, Amanda made herself clear that she would clear it all up, and sent Jane to Bingley. On her way she caught a cold and Am' followed her to Netherfield, leaving me behind. Not that I minded. As far as I was of Darcy, the better I was. Evil son of bitch.

And here I was, sitting in a carriage with Mrs Bennett, the still good-looking but slightly lunatic mother, and Mary and Kitty. They had allowed me to go and fetch my "disturbed" cousin, as I obviously was more sensible than she was. Obviously.

We were "greeted" by Freezer, whom I sent a freezing glance to, and Miss Caroline Bingley, evil bitch in a white dress, who looked like some stuff had been stuck up her ass.

As I was sitting with my hosts, Amanda and Jane got down the stairs, soon followed by a new Bingers, who had more than obviously changed his mind about Amanda and had swallowed some drugs to fall into right and become obsessed with Beautiful Jane. At last.

"Jane, my heart has not been right since I discovered you were gone!" Yeah, right, strange mother you've got poor missy.

I myself got up and greeted my cousin by a well-placed elbow. "What did you do to Bingers?"

She answered the whisper by a sorry look. Gosh, what had she said? "I told him I was a lesbo."

I started laughing so hard everyone turned towards me, even Freezer. I apologized with a gesture and got out of the house. There was something in the air that made me feel like I had to be careful, that what would happen would be important. Have I known, I would have run away. Or wouldn't most probably.

After a little chit-chat with our "charming hosts", we were kindly driven back to our carriage, where Jane, Am' and I sat on the same seat. Jane waved goodbye to Bingers, whose face had become redder and redder by the minute, and Amanda shot a longing glance to Freezer. She owned herself a sneer.

"What?" she mouthed to me just as Mrs Bennett started her questioning.

"So, do the two of you have any brothers?" I shook my head.

"I do not have any siblings, though Amanda has a brother."

"Kevin" My cousin's voice was trying to hide the fact that she despised Mrs Bennett.

"How lovely. Does Kevin share your commodious residence?" I doubted her questions were only on purpose to talk. I feared she was trying to send Amanda back to where her brother could lock her up.

Am' snorted. "I wouldn't share a bag of chips with Kev' if it could be avoided. He's pretty feral. He's fifteen."

I giggled hard until the carriage jumped and I was sent towards Kitty, who pushed me back into my seat. We had stopped.

"What's happening?" Am's voice wasn't assured, but, as it struck me then, she was reading too much Austen. She would probably be thinking we were under attack or something.

I got out first, soon followed by the rest of my company. One of our heels was broken. And we were in the middle of nowhere. A beautiful nowhere, but still, nowhere.

I turned towards Jane when I saw our driver walk away very slowly. "Couldn't he take the horse?"

"He cannot ride." Her gaze was almost sorry, but I knew she was mistaking me. I wasn't afraid at all. Just annoyed.

"But you can!"

Her voice became lower. "It wouldn't be proper for a lady to ride without a saddle."

I shrugged. You would watch me, Miss Bennett, I swear you would!

Then we spotted another carriage coming our way. We were saved. I could feel relief, though obviously I hadn't been afraid. That's until I saw the uniforms. That's when I started freaking out.

One of the militiamen got out of the carriage and I could have fallen on my ass if I hadn't been already leaning against our own carriage. The man was...a bloody hottie. One of those you only see in movies or TV shows. One of those you want to see for real, just to feel luck once in your life. He had brown hair with cute sideburns, and a pair of light brown orbs I couldn't take my eyes off.

"Ladies." He bowed towards us. "I rather form the impression that you are satisfied to meet His Majesty's militia. Gentlemen, acquaint yourself with the roof. We have acquired a most precious cargo that must be stowed within." His companions got out of the carriage and all climbed on its roof. But none were as good-looking as the one we had in front of us. Amanda sneered and I turned to her eyebrows up.

"You are most kind, sir. To whom do we owe the pleasure of this most felicitous offer?" Mrs Bennett's voice could have been mistaken as pull-over, but I could tell she was already planning a wedding for one of her girls.

"Captain Wickham, madam." Huh oh. Bad bad bad. "All felicity is all mine." He gestured for the girls and their mother to enter the carriage, and they were soon followed by a killing-glance-shooting Amanda. Wickham (oh dear, why did it have to be him?) only lifted his gorgeous eyebrows (shut up hormones) before turning to me.

That was a bugger. His eyes locked with mine, his questioning, mine dazzled. I could tell I was shaking, but who minded. I was up in Paradise, except that the ignition was produced by the horribly seducing prat George Wickham.

"My lady, don't you want to join your charming friends?" His company snorted, and I decided to play along.

I playfully shook my head. "Thank you, but I'd rather burn in Hell than set foot in a militia's carriage." And with those words I turned around and started taking our horses' attaches off.

Wickham started to understand. "Are you really going to ride this horse barebacked?" I can tell, he was impressed.

"Yes, I am. Go ahead, I will not be long." Those ropes finally let go, and I climbed on the horse's back helping myself with a rock. "Yip yip!" The horse started walking towards Longbourne, and I left a stunned George and carriage behind.

Yep, I did it. And believe me, it was worth it. If I could play with the most impetuous and arrogant womanizer in all literature's history, then I would... You watch me!

I know, that girl's crazy... ;)

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