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"Fitzwilliam! How could you never tell me?! Is it true?!" Georgiana yelled at Darcy, she had seen Wickham's book, as many others had. "Am I illegitimate?!" She demanded through her tears. Around her eyes were red, the moment she had read through Wickham's book, she knew exactly what it all meant.

Much of it was twisted up, or even made up. But still Georgiana had to know the truth of her birth. When Darcy did not answer, Georgiana covered her mouth with her hands. "How could you never say a word?!"

"This is why! I did not wish to hurt you Georgiana!" Darcy exclaimed as he walked over to his younger sister, who then jumped away from him.

"Stay away from me! You have lied to me! For years! You let me believe that all was well, when in fact nothing is! We are shamed now, forever because of what Wickham has done, and now I find out, I am the bastard daughter of a man whose been insane for years?!" Georgiana yelled more.

"Georgiana! Calm yourself! I kept my silence to protect you! Whoever is your true father, It does not matter! Our Father is the late Mr. Darcy, He raised us, and cared for us, Whether he knew what our mother had done or not is unknown, but he loved you as a daughter, and that is what matters!" Darcy finally yelled back.

Georgiana had taken the Colonel's carriage once she read about her mother in Wickham's memoirs. She felt as though her world had been turned upside down, and even sick at the blow of her true parentage. Darcy's words consoled her. And even calmed her enough to wrap her arms around Darcy.

"What will become of us Dear brother?" She asked through her whimpers.

"I have not the foresight to see that Georgiana" Darcy replied as he hugged Georgiana back, looking across the room at Elizabeth who stood in the doorway.

...

Lydia sat up slowly. She was tired, and even dizzy. She looked around, she didn't know where she was, and hardly remembered what had happened. Everything was such a blur. "Wickham?" She asked quietly as she began to crawl through the woods. "Where am I?" She asked, even though clearly there was no one around to listen to her.

Lydia felt a stinging pain on the side of her head, and lifted her hand to touch it. She winced, and pulled her hand back, she could not see what was on it, as the woods were dark, and it was probably late in the night, but she knew enough to tell it was a bit of blood.

Lydia instantly began to panic. She tried to scream, only to hear a strained gasp come from her own mouth. She could not scream.

Lydia then continued to crawl, she tried to stand a few times, only to have her legs wobble so much she fell over again.

After what seemed like hours of crawling, Lydia finally broke down. She leaned herself against a tree, and began to cry. She cried loudly, and for a long time. She was accepting her fate of death.

She would never see Cecilia again, or know what Little George would grow to look like. She would not be there for her daughter's marriage, or to become the attraction at anymore balls.

Lydia put her face in her knees while she cried, and it was almost as if someone was looking out for her. Because right at that moment, the sun decided to begin to rise. Lydia looked up, as the sky slowly lit up. She looked around, and could faintly see the road. She hadn't been very far from it at all! Lydia smiled at the small victory, and began to hurry towards it, even able to stand up after she had rested to shed her tears.

Lydia went straight for the road, only now she had no idea which way to go. Guessing, she decided to begin going left, limping down the path as she had somehow managed to hurt her ankle.

It was a long walk, and there was no sign of anyone else traveling the path. This only gave Lydia time to think on what had happened to her.

She had been in the carriage... when it past by Oakridge. She had ordered for the carriage to stop, but it did not. It only went faster. Then, the driver had attacked her, and told her that Wickham had ordered him too.

Lydia balled her hands into fists. How could he do such a thing to her?! She was his wife! The mother of his children! Why would he do this to her? Hadn't she been good to him?

Lydia nearly had tears of pure anger in her eyes when she heard the sound of fast horse hooves. She had to jump out of the road in order to avoid getting trampled by a rather large group soldiers on horseback.

Lydia landed in the mud with a small splash, She felt disgusted by this, which was odd considering she was already so dirtied by blood and dirt from the woods.

"Stop! A woman!" One of the soldiers yelled, calling the entire group to a stop. several of them jumped off of their horses and made their way over to her. Lydia did not recognize a single one of them, but still she was grateful, perhaps now she would be rescued!

"She's rather dirty" One of the man said with a huff.

"The dirtier usually means the hungrier!" another laughed. "we can get her with a cheap meal I bet!"

"Oh, a meal would be lovely" Lydia agreed as she was helped to her feet, little did she think of what their intentions could possibly be.

"Come on then, we'll take you to the pub ma'm, get you all cleaned up and something to eat" The last man grinned as she was helped onto a horse. Lydia smiled, they certainly seemed like nice young men.

...

Lydia was shown into a dirty room in a dirty pub that she could not help but hate. She of course, was no stranger to nasty inn's or taverns, but after being a fine lady with all the riches one could ever want, she hated to be in such a place. The soldiers had gotten Lydia water to wash up with, and then had a meal brought to the room.

Lydia took her time, but she remembered how she was instructed to go back down to the soldiers whenever she finished. She was tired, exhausted even, but how could she refuse an invitation to sit with her saviors?

Lydia's dress was still terribly dirtied, but she had done her best with what she was given. She wobbled her way down the steps, her leg still throbbed from what she discovered to be a large cut on her thigh, perhaps something given to her when she was struggling with the carriage driver.

As she got down the last step, one of the man spotted her right away. "There she is! And look, such a pretty face! We couldn't tell through the dirt earlier!" He said kindly. "Come here dear! Let us have a peek!" He called with a grin, the naive Lydia even smiled back as she walked over.

Unfortunately for her, the soldiers intentions were not as pure as she had thought.

The man forced her into his lap. "Please sir, I'm all for good fun, But I've never even seen you before!" Lydia tried to get up, only to be held down.

"You've had your pay in food, now Do what we wish" The Soldier laughed and began kissing Lydia's neck. He stood up then and attempted to drag her back up the stairs to his own rented room. Lydia struggled, and tried to pull free.

"No, I am not what you think!" Lydia exclaimed finally understanding what was happening. "Let me go!" She yelled, the man only glared.

"Stop it, come along! No fights!" He ordered as he gripped Lydia by the arms.

"STOP!" Everything fell silence while everyone turned to see who had shouted.

There stood none other then Captain Denny in the doorway of the pub. Having seen what was happening he immediately recognized the sound of Lydia's yelling.

"Denny!" Lydia exclaimed, she jerked her arm free of the man and ran straight to Denny, no one tried to stop her as she hid behind him.

"Leave this woman alone, I'll pay whatever you paid for her. But she is no whore" Denny stated. "Follow me" he told Lydia, and Lydia was in position to disagree.

He led her all the way up to the top floor of the pub, and opened a door, leading Lydia into a small and rather messy room. "What happened?" He asked her as he helped Lydia into a seat after seeing her limping.

Lydia retold Denny the accounts of what had happened to her in the woods.

"He said Wickham did it..." Lydia said quietly and wiped her eyes a bit.

Denny paced the room. "Damn!" He exclaimed and kicked the small inn table. Lydia jumped a bit, she had never seen Denny so angry before. "Pardon my language" He mumbled then turned back to Lydia.

"I didn't mean for any of it to Happen, I would have warned, only, I didn't think he'd do anything, especially not this!" Denny told Lydia sounding a bit frantic.

"What are you talking about Denny?! You are not making any sense!" Lydia exclaimed while Denny crouched down in front of her.

"Lydia, after Wickham published that blasted book, he had told me to come. He wanted to talk. He had said he was tired of being married, Wickham never was one to settle down. He loved his life, he loved the money, and the mistresses that came with it, and even baby Cecilia. The one part he did not love, was well... you" Denny said quietly looking down. "He's an ungrateful cad Mrs. Wickham. I should of said so sooner. He said he wanted to leave you, I told him not to, that's why I kept coming back, I knew that if I was there, he wouldn't do anything." Denny gulped.

"I thought he'd only divorce you, or send you to a relatives, which is bad enough, but I never thought..." Denny trailed off running a hand through his hair. "What about Cecilia, do you know anything of her?" Denny asked with a frown, despite what Wickham had done to Lydia, he did not feel like Wickham would do anything cruel to Cecilia, other then of course use her as a pawn for something as he always used everyone else in his life.

"No, nothing" Lydia cried. Denny's words were a low blow to her. She put her face in her hands. "I had left her with the governess while I went out, I didn't want to take her with me alone into town, it's quiet hard keeping up with her when she cries, as you know"

Denny nodded and took Lydia's hand. "He wont be getting away with this Mrs. Lydia, I promise you that"