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Unexpected Visitor:

Early the next morning, Lydia's cell was opened. Lydia yawned and looked up as the squeaking of the cell door had woken her up. Wickham's arm was still around her, but he too was coming around.

Lydia couldn't help but smile a little as Wickham woke up. It was rare that she woke up before Wickham, but she had always thought Wickham's face in the morning, still tired, and hair ruffled, was one of the most adorable sights one could see. "Good morning Wickh-"

Lydia was unable to finish her sentence as she was yanked up by the arm, and began being pulled from the cell by an officer. "Come along, Now" The officer ordered Lydia as she attempted to stay in the cell, so as not to leave Wickham.

"but what are you doing with me?!" Lydia demanded only to be yanked from the cell once again.

"be careful with her! She is with child!" Mr. Wickham Yelled at the officer after he stood up, surprising himself even with the outburst.

The officer looked at Lydia then nodded at another officer to help him take her so he did not need to man handle her so much. "Where are you taking me?!" Lydia yelled as she looked back at Wickham.

Wickham walked up to the bars of his cell, and waved an officer over. The man walked over. "What?" He asked Wickham coldly.

"Where is my wife being taken?" Wickham asked calmly.

"She is being taken to a private cell. From mutual complaints from the staff of her loud nature, the Jailer has allowed us to lock her in a room" The man stated and walked away.

Wickham considered this then sat back down. He was not too worried about her upon hearing that. At least now she'd have a bed, blanket, and other comforts. He smirked a little at how Lydia managed it. The officers had put her in her own cell after one day, simply because she was annoying.

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After several days of segregation, Lydia was missing Wickham terribly. She was glad for her new comforts, and glad she was no longer forced to sit on a stone floor, but she would still voice her discomfort whenever an officer brought food to her cell, which was considerably better then what was given to her when she was with the other prisoners.

Lydia sat on a stool by the window as she looked out, there was not much to look at other then the back of a building, but it was better then nothing.

The door to the room she was locked away in opened, causing Lydia to stand up and straighten her dress in some attempt to play hostess, though she had not been expecting anyone, and it was much to early to be supper.

"who are you?" Lydia asked, cocking her head to the side as she watched as a gentleman stepped into her room.

The man wasn't tall like her dear Wickham, nor was he as handsome. Though Lydia supposed he might be attractive if she hadn't gotten so used to her own husband.

"My name is Colonel Fitzwilliam...I am Darcy's cousin. As well as Georgiana's husband." He stated as he watched Lydia.

"Oh, why have you come to visit me?" Lydia asked in pure confusion as she looked around her room. "I'd offer you a drink, but there is nothing" Lydia laughed a little.

"it's quiet alright, and I've come on account of a favor." The colonel stated as he twirled a hat in his hands. "I owe mister George Wickham a great deal...I heard of his troubles, and have come on account of it."

"You owe George a favor? " Lydia asked, if the Colonel didn't have Lydia's attention before, he certainly had it now. "Have you seen him? How is my dear Wickham? Does he look well?!" Lydia asked rushing to stand directly in front of the Colonel, grabbing onto his arm with her hands in anticipation of his answer.

The Colonel looked at Lydia's hands in annoyance and detached her from her. He now saw why the officers winced he stated that he had wished to see Lydia.

"He looks fine, though he'd be better off if he'd be grateful for the food given to him, rather then rejecting it at every meal." The Colonel answered.

Lydia gasped. "My dear Wickham is starving?! Those horrible officers wouldn't give me anything decent to eat either until they moved me in here, probably just to make me as miserable as possible!" Lydia stated, her concern for Wickham disappearing as she thought of how miserable she was.

The Colonel fixed his sleeve as he shook his head. He then put his hands behind his back as he spoke. "Well, as I spoke with Mr. Wickham, I learnt of your... condition... and to repay my debt to him, I've payed you're bail, and come to collect you, as well as house you until George Wickham is given his freedom" The Colonel bowed respectably.

Lydia grinned at first, then frowned. "But, what about my dearest Wickham?!" Lydia asked with a gasp. "We can't just leave him here!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Wickham will be released in due time, if he is found innocent at his trial, then it will be right away" The Colonel explained to her, or tried too.

"When is his trial?" Lydia demanded with her arms crossed.

"Sometime next month" The Colonel stated.

"Next month! I can't go so long without him!" Lydia yelled.

"Well, you could stay here and not see him, or come out on bail, and visit" The Colonel replied, Lydia was grating on his nerves. As she often did, the Colonel then began to pray all of this would clear up quickly, he was unsure of how long he'd be able to stand the woman.

Lydia huffed but nodded. "Alright, I will come, but I require a new dress! And I wish to have meals prepared to bring to Wickham" She demanded then held her hands in front of her, clearling not grasping the concept that that she was in no position to make demands.

The Colonel pursed his lips and nodded once, he said nothing, not wanting to give her more fuel to speak with.

He then turned and banged on the door, which opened immediately. An officer stepped out of the way, to let both Lydia and Colonel back. Lydia stopped to look at the officer, he was one of the men who had locked her up in the first place. "You, take care of my dear Wickham" She ordered then followed Colonel.

On their way out, however, Lydia ran down a hall that was a turn from the door. The Colonel attempted to chase after her, but by the time he got to her, she had found the jail cells and was saying her good bye's to Wickham.

"Wickham, I'll come and visit you every day, I swear it, until I can get you out of course, and I'll bring you decent things to eat!" Lydia said loudly as she held onto Wickham's hand. She really did have a way of getting the attention of everyone in the room.

Wickham did not seem to be returning much of Lydia's affections, though Lydia did not seem to notice. "Come Lydia, I have a carriage waiting" Colonel told her and attempted to take her arm to lead her away.

This proved useless as Lydia pulled herself away and reached her hands through the bars of Wickham's cell. She took to sides of Wickham's face and pulled him down and kissed him for a long moment, causing the Colonel to turn away at the shameful display of affection.

Lydia then released Wickham and smiled at him before she turned and walked past the Colonel to exit, she turned back to Wickham once she was at the door way, winked, and blew him a kiss before she continued on her way.

The Colonel's jaw set as his eyes rolled to look at the ceiling. He looked over to Wickham, who had the horrible look of satisfaction on his face. The Colonel marched up to Wickham.

"You best not get so happy, you and I both know why I'm doing this" Colonel Fitzwilliam sneered at Wickham before he left.