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Question: What made the authorities be able to arrest Wickham when he left America

Answer: By the time I had set the court date of the custody dispute, it was months after they left America, meaning messengers and what not would have had enough time to travel back to England and of course, tattle on the Wickhams

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"And it is in our expert opinion, to find that the defendant, George Wickham, is NOT Guilty!"

The words rang out through the courtroom. After Darcy had burned the Evidence, there was no grounds left to place any conviction on George Wickham, other then a small fine on the misuse of the office he had rented in America.

"Well I've told you all that from the very beginning!" a very loud Mrs. Lydia Wickham shouted as she climbed over the small railing that separated her from Mr. Wickham, she had been sitting in the court, listening to his trial. Every so often she had been reprimanded for her noise.

"Ah, um, Mrs. Wickham, you are not allowed on this side..." The Judge tried to say only to be drowned out by the sound of Lydia's wailing of excitment while she wrapped her arms around Mr. Wickham, who had only just gotten the chains taken away from his wrists.

"Come on Wickham! I've sorted everything out! So that you don't have to stay with that awful Colonel and his horrid wife" Lydia stated Cheerfully, while a few rows behind her, The Colonel sat with his hands on his knees, his hands turning to fists as he sat quietly listening to Lydia's words.

Mr. Wickham kept his arm around Lydia's waist as he began out of the court house, he stopped by Colonel Fitzwilliam's seat and smiled. "Thank you for taking such wonderful care of my dear wife, and unborn child, I have a feeling we will meet again" Mr. Wickham said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. If the Colonel had been asked, he would have sworn that Mr. Wickham's cold eyes had belonged to a shark once.

Wickham then continued on his way out. Lydia stayed pressed against his side, he waved, and tipped his had to all the others who had arrived to watch his trial, or those who were waiting to see one of their own loved one's trial.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful and loving couple?" Someone could be heard asking quietly from behind Wickham. Just the way he wanted it.

"There is the carriage! oh Wickham you will be so pleased, I sorted out our entire estate! I did it so well! I wanted you to have nothing to do when you were freed, well, except for spend time with me, your wife of course, I wanted it to be a surprise! And the Colonel and Georgiana were most helpful with deciding staff!" Lydia exclaimed as they sat in their carriage that would be taking them to the Oakridge estate, their estate. "But first, we are to stop by Pemberley! To Get George! Remember? The judge was saying we had won him when we were taken away, and now we might have him!"

Mr. Wickham only nodded a bit. He had a feeling that it would not turn out as Lydia would hope it to turn out.

...

Lydia jumped out of the carriage upon arriving at Pemberley. And waiting on the steps, were of course, Elizabeth and Darcy.

"Lizzie, we've come once again for little George!" Lydia exclaimed as she stormed right up to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth did not move, and hardly batted an eyelash at her sisters shouting. "You will not be taking him. Nor will you be seeing him, Lydia. When You and Wickham were sent away, Mr. Darcy and I, pushed to adopt him. His name is not even George, in the weeks of yet another absence from you, we took it upon ourselves gained legal custody Edmond." she explained calmly.

Mr. Darcy then held out a folded paper to an approaching George Wickham. "What is this?" George asked, while his wife was to busy standing with her mouth open and staring at Elizabeth.

"That, Mr. Wickham, is a notice of you and Mrs. Wickham's disownment. We want nothing to do with you from here on." Darcy told them while Mr. Wickham opened the paper and read through it. He then looked up.

"Come on Darcy, you can't be serious" Wickham said, Darcy had often threatened to Disown he and Lydia in letters, but he had never done it. Wickham had thought Darcy and Elizabeth never would.

Wickham could now see he had finally pushed the Darcys too far.

"Quiet Serious" Darcy Confirmed. Wickham looked at the faces around him, then nodded very calmly, not even addressing the loss of his son.

Wickham then folded up the paper, and put it inside his coat pocket. "I see. Come along Lydia" Wickham said, and turned his back to leave when he heard the sound of a smack. Wickham quickly turned back around, only to see Elizabeth's cheek had gained a bright red mark.

Lydia stood after having slapped her elder sister, her hands balled into fists at her sides, and breathing heavily. "How could you do such a thing Lizzy? You are supposed to be my-"

Before Lydia could finish whatever she meant to say, another slap was thrown. This time it was Elizabeth who had hit Lydia, the two women now stood right in front of each other, glaring in cold anger that neither could express into words.

Lydia tried to jump forward to attack Elizabeth, only to be caught by her husband. "Let me go Wickham! You see what they've done! The Villains!" Lydia Wailed as she was dragged from the steps of Pemberley and stuffed into the carriage, a familiar scene for the couple.

As Mr. Wickham Climbed into the carriage, he stopped abruptly, and turned around. And despite his wife's yelling in the background, Wickham gave a cold smile, took off his hat, and pressed it to his chest. "Tell Georgiana's father I give my hellos". George stated before placing the hat back onto his head, sitting in the carriage, and shutting the door.

Leaving Elizabeth and Darcy to watch on the steps as the carriage yet again, disappeared.