A/N: I really like when someone reviews my stories, thanks! :)

Oh, and I've changed song again. This time, I'll introduce another Nickelback's song, being If everyone cared...

8. Fireflies in the air.

"And in the air the fireflies Our only light in paradise We'll show the world they were wrong And teach them all to sing along"

"So, Miss Johnson...do you live with your cousin?"

I don't remember when or how we started talking about this, just that it popped up in the middle of nowhere. "No...I...live on my own."

I could sense him freeze. "On your own?"

I turned and faced in anxious face. "Yes, sometimes. I live with Amanda most of the time, but I like to be alone too, so I have a...little house of my own in her garden." I was a small lie, wasn't it?

He came back to life and we resumed walking. "So, how is it that your parents let you do that?"

This was my turn to frown. "I..my parents aren't...they are dead."

"Miss Johnson, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Accept my apologies, I won't bring it out again."

"It's alright, Captain, I assure you. I didn't know them much. There was an accident, when I was two years old. I've been raised by Amanda's parents. We're like sisters." I kept looking down, maybe afraid that my story would be pathetic to his eyes.

"It's...unfair that you had to suffer so much in your young years." I looked up and saw he meant it.

That was the moment I chose to change subject. "So, I really adore talking about myself, but what about you?"

"You already know my background, Miss Johnson." It took me sometime to remember who I was talking to. It was so easy to forget he was George Bloody Wickham!

"Yes, I do. But I do not know the rest. How's life in the militia?"

He smirked. "I do not like it. That's why I take so much pleasure in meeting interesting people wherever we stop." I eyed him and , after drowning in his eyes, giggled. "What is so funny?"

"You are. You are so different from what I'd think of you."

He stopped me by putting his hand on my forearm. I turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed. "What would you think of me, then, Angelina?"

I caught goosebumps the moment he pronounced my first-name. Get a grip, Angie, focus! "I heard rumours...about you and a certain...acquaintance of Mr Darcy." I gripped his arm when I sensed him frown. "But I do not think so poorly of you. I'm sure there's more of it than gives the stories."

He took my hand and kissed it. "I really never met someone who would still speak to me in such friendly terms after knowing what happened. Thank you."

My heart started rushing in my chest as his eyes locked on mine once more. I couldn't focus. I didn't want to focus. To Hell Georgiana! "George..." His eyes lit with the name. "...Others might look out for me. We should head back." That was the most difficult sentence I've ever said.

He gripped my hand and pulled me to his side. We silently walked back towards the house, fingers intertwined, hearts pouncing at the same rate. Peaceful.

When we reached the end of the path, George turned to me again. "I might leave you here, Angelina, for I do not wish your reputation to be soiled because of my mistakes. But I shall see you again, and we shall resume this conversation." He kissed my hand and left me.

I might have exploded of desire. But that wasn't proper. Not in the 1800s. Not when the object of my desire was George Wickham. And certainly not when he was the object of Lydia's attention. I should be more careful with him.

"Angie? God, I've looked out for you everywhere! Where the Hell have you been?" I slowly turned to face Amanda, but I couldn't make a proper thought. "Angie? Are you alright?" She took my hand and drove me to our room, where I sat on the bed.

"Angelina Johnson, you're going to tell me what's happening! You're going to tell me now!" Her eyes were faking anger, I could see it, but they were full of concern nevertheless.

I put a hand on her cheek. "Amanda, I'm an idiot." I started to gain my sight back, and fell hard on me the feeling to be the most irresponsible woman in the world.

"What? Why? You aren't! Why d'you say that?"

"Amanda...I've fallen in love...with Wickham."

My cousin fell on the bed next to me. Knocked out.

Yeah, short, sorry, but there wasn't much to say anyway... ;)