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Trouble has returned:

"Come now George, pick your soldiers" Elizabeth said pleasantly. She was visiting Little Fitzwilliam, and Little George.

Mr. Darcy had brought the children back back a new set of painted soldiers to play with after his journey to London, Fitzwilliam had been ecstatic at the gift, though Little George didn't really care for it. But then again, he was only two years of age.

George only walked away, in pursuit of some other toy. Lizzie smiled as he walked away. Little George had become impossible not to love.

Mr. Darcy was weary of the little boy at first, and had preferred not to cling to much to him. It was only recently that Mr. Darcy had begun to grow fonder of George. Fitzwilliam watched as George walked away in pursuit of the wooden horse across the room. "Mama, can I play the red ones?" he asked. Elizabeth smiled "Of course, here, you take them, I don't believe George has much interest in them yet" She said and kissed Fitzwilliam's head. "I have some things to attend to, I'll visit you later" She said and stood then left the nursery.

Elizabeth began walking down the halls in pursuit of her husband when a butler made his way to Elizabeth.

"My Lady" He bowed "I apologize for the disruption, but, is it that you were expecting someone?"

"No, why do you ask?" Elizabeth asked with a frown.

"well, it's just, a carriage was spotted coming up the road" The butler said, and right away, Elizabeth began towards the doors. Two men opened them for her, and she stood out on the steps of Pemberley, just in time to see the carriage stop.

"Please, go and Fetch Mr. Darcy" Elizabeth ordered the butler, who left right away.

Elizabeth walked down the steps as the carriage doors opened up.

Elizabeth stopped halfway down the steps to see who it was that had intruded upon them with no warning. It was then that she felt her stomach drop as a tall fine featured man stepped out of the carriage, wearing a dark coat and top hat. The man then held up a hand, only to have it taken by the hand of a pretty woman, who also stepped out of the carriage, in a pale blue gown, and a traveling hat with a white feather on the side.

Lydia and George Wickham.

Elizabeth simply stood in almost a trance. Everything seemed to go slower as she watched her sister step off of the final step of the carriage, then turn to kiss Wickham's cheek with a smile on her face. Wickham smiled down at her, as if he truly adored her.

It was as though nothing else existed while Lizzie watched as the two gave a sickening display of affection, pretending that they've done no wrong. Slowly Elizabeth turned around, to see Mr. Darcy at the top of the steps, standing as still as a statue while he held his hands behind his back, and hid face showed no sign of emotion.

Elizabeth turned back and watched as Lydia practically skipped up to her. Lizzie nearly wanted to smack the silly grin off of Lydia's face.

Lydia twirled around and grinned . "Look at me dear Lizzie! I told you that you'd be surprised when I returned with a feather hat!" She laughed and took Elizabeth's hands.

Elizabeth snatched her hands away, and stared at Lydia in disbelief. Was her sister really so simple minded that she could think Lizzie would be happy for her, after all the grief she had caused? Darcy had only just reclaimed his good name after two years from Lydia's selfishness, and now she was now back, along with her wretched husband.

"Lydia. You must go" Elizabeth stated then turned her back away and began up to steps again.

Lydia frowned and turned to look at Wickham in confusion, then began up the steps after Elizabeth. "Lizzie! Wait a moment! We have things to discuss!" Lydia exclaimed.

Elizabeth whirled around "And what is it that you wish ti discuss?! That you imposed upon Darcy and I for weeks, let us care for you until you had your child?! That you then abandoned in the night, only to leave for another country for two years?!" she yelled at Lydia, who had now stopped walking to let Elizabeth yell.

Lydia's lower lip trembled a bit for a moment, clearly hurt by Elizabeth's words. She looked back (at Wickham, who was still by the carriage, just watching the event before him) as if she expected him to say something. When Wickham kept his silence, Lydia turned back around to look at Elizabeth and smiled.

"But Lizzie! Don't you see! That is why I've come! Wickham and I, we've bettered ourselves! We have money now Lizzie! Don't you see?! We can take back Little George now!" Lydia exclaimed excitedly. Hardly realizing this would only make Elizabeth colder towards her.

"Lydia, if you think for one moment I'll be just handing George back over to you of all people, you are more a fool then I have ever thought you to be. I'd sooner hand him to a drunk then to you" Elizabeth stated in a quiet but harsh voice before she began walking once again.

"Oh Lizzie! You mustn't speak to me in such a manner, I am still you're baby sister, and I did marry before you! And if it is a drunk you'd give him to as you say, Then just hand him to Wickham!" Lydia exclaimed cheerfully to her sisters back.

Elizabeth stopped for only a moment, and did not even look back as she spoke. "Return to your carriage and leave Pemberley." Then continued on into the mansion, Darcy only looked over Lydia and Wickham before he followed Elizabeth inside. He had his servants close the doors, and lock up.

Lydia attempted to run after the two. "Wait! You can't do that!" She called after them, but by the time she got to the doors they were slammed into her face. Lydia began banging on the door.

"Lizzie?! Darcy?! LIZZIE!" She yelled as she banged on the door. "LIZZIE YOU OPEN THESE DOORS AND RETURN MY SON!" Lydia demanded. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT LIZZIE!"

Mr. Wickham, who had been watching the matter in absolute silence, finally let out a sigh. He glanced around, knowing there must be a number of staff members peeking out the windows to watch as his wife made a fool of herself. He glanced back at the carriage driver, who had his eyes on Lydia as she banged and now kicked at the door even. "wait just a moment" He told the carriage driver, he pursed his lips and nodded.

Wickham then jogged up the steps, and attempted to guide Lydia away. Lydia would not have this, and only yanked herself away to kick the door again.

It was then Wickham then just lifted up Lydia and put her over his shoulder causing Lydia's hat to fall off her head while he began down the steps again. Lydia gasped and began hitting Wickham's back and struggling, causing him to walk awkwardly down the steps. "RELEASE ME! SET ME DOWN! THIS IS HARDLY PROPER!" She yelled at Wickham.

"And You've dropped my hat!" Lydia added as Wickham stuffed her back into the carriage. He slammed the carriage door then hurried back up the steps to get Lydia's oh so precious hat, in the meantime, Lydia had opened the carriage door back up, and began yelling once more.

"YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS LIZZIE! KIDNAPPING IS A CRIME!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as Wickham tossed the hat into the carriage.

"Drive the horses as fast as you can" Wickham ordered the driver then pushed Lydia back into the carriage and climbed in himself. The moment the door was closed, the Driver had the horses gallop off.