Hey guys I didn't leave this story to whither and die.
Plot bunnies from all different fandoms attacked me, I swear!
I left the ending like that because I didn't know how to continue?
I know you guys reallylike this story (it generally gets the most hits/views/etc) and it would really be super if you checked out the other stories I have up (Particularly To Turn Back Time hinthinthint) and let me know what you think of them! #shameless and all.
But I updated this one, enjoy and let me know what you think!
Typos galore! Bloody hell, I'm not normally that bad.
It was as if nothing could ever fall together correctly. As if an unseen force took meticulous care to rearrange a perfect stable condition into utter chaos. That's exactly how it felt as Darcy took a solitary look at Wickham emerging from his carriage amid Lydia's delighted squeals that nearly matched those of Mrs. Bennet. A moment that had settled into stable predictability was suddenly scattered into disarray, thoroughly spoiling what had once been a lovely evening - for Darcy, in any case. He watched Lydia help Wickham from his carriage from a reasonable distance, Elizabeth standing at his side, matching the thoroughly displeased expression he was sure he wore. Clearly, 'business in the militia' hadn't been all that time-consuming, giving Darcy only a few welcome hours alone.
"I thought Lydia said he would not be joining us."
"She had."
It appeared that Wickham spotted Darcy and Elizabeth through the bushes, for he had given a rather patronizing tip of his cap in their direction.
He seemed clear, his intentions for joining Longbourn - not out of any real desire to make acquaintance with his wife's family, of course. He cared not for the company of people, but for the reactions of those who were less than eager to be in his company. And Darcy thought of Georgiana, who had been far more than enjoying herself with Elizabeth's family, and knew that the appearance of Wickham would shatter her excitement and cause her to close up. That was what Wickham wanted, wasn't it? He gained a sick enjoyment out of watching Georgiana stare almost lifelessly at him, attempting to hide behind whoever was closest, flinching away whenever he addressed her. Darcy had this feeling before - a feeling of doing something he might very well come to regret if faced against Wickham. He'd felt it at Jane and Bingley's ball, and where Lydia's appearance threw water onto a fire that burned in him, he feared (or was the feeling anticipation?) that no such courtesy would again be granted toward Wickham. Had he not told Elizabeth one night that there would be no happy parties if Darcy had to take Wickham's behaviour into his own hands?
Upon Darcy's entrance back into the Bennet's estate, he was greeted by Lydia's shrill excitement over her husband's arrival - he expected no less, however, and paid that no attention. He studied Wickham carefully, as he seemed to be searching a crowd for a specific person, one that couldn't immediately be found; he settled on Darcy, and a cold smirk fell across his face, causing a fire to start within Darcy's veins, and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to last much longer without a physical altercation. Once Lydia wound down - as much as was possible for the young Bennet - Wickham escaped her attention and approached Darcy, who very much wished to be done entirely with the man.
"I hear your sister is doing well."
That's all Darcy heard before the fire consumed him.