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58. To Protect The Hope Within You

Summary:

Penelope Feathrington always held a torch for Colin Bridgerton, ever since she was a little girl. However, sometimes you have the idea that you are in love with someone, instead of seeing the one you love was there all along. When Colin ended up marrying Benedict's then fiance Sophie, Benedict ends up spiraling and taking his own life. Devasted about this, Penelope finds herself back in time at the start of her first social season and is happy to see Benedict alive. She made a vow to herself that she will become the lady that always wanted to be and woo the right Bridgerton brother and make sure Benedict dose not have the same ill fate again. Will she be able to succeed while also helping the other Bridgerton siblings with love along the way?

Chapter 1

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Hey everyone, I decided to do a bit of time travel. The present starts when Penelope is at the end of her third season, but then she finds herself back in her first season. I aged up the characters to make it more accommodating for the story. The ones who read my previous works, I always like adding a bit of dark undertones, so fair warning.

Third season- everyone ages

Anthony: 29

Benedict 26

Colin: 24

Daphne: 23

Eloise and Penelope: 21

Francesca: 18

Gregory - 14

Hyacinth- 12

First season- everyone ages

Anthony: 27

Benedict 24

Colin: 23

Daphne: 22

Penelope and Eloise 19

Francesca: 16

Gregory - 12

Hyacinth- 10

Chapter one

Penelope felt this was one of the worst endings of another social season. The first was Maria having a child out of wedlock, almost eloping with Colin, her father dying and the Featherington family in ruins. The second was her cousin was a huge crook, also Eloise finding her deepest darkest secrets, and Colin saying all to the ton to hear that Penelope was not desirable at all for marriage. Yeah, her job as Ladywhistledown has bloomed over the years, but a lot of it she felt did more harm than good for her. As usual, here she stood as the wallflower in the heart of the Bridgerton manor, and watched in deep sadness for not being part of the Bridgerton family like she had always hoped for. However, this wedding struck a cord for her, almost impaling her to be numb as a rock. A Bridgerton brother twirled a beautiful woman that had gold hair with a gentle curl, along with mousy green eyes and a twinkling smile. Sophie Beckett, who is now Sophie Bridgerton, and is now married to Colin Bridgerton.

One thing about Colin Bridgerton, he sure knew how to make a scandal, especially giving Miss Whistledown a run for her money. Penelope held a torch for Colin, but it started to dim especially around her social seasons. However, what hit the nail on the coffin for her heart on Colin was how he stole his brother's fiance. It wasn't Colin being in love with Sophie that made her heart waver. No, the repercussions Benedict felt at the betrayal of his brother, which truly made her not be in love with Colin Bridgerton anymore. Benedict had become a good friend to Penelope, especially at the end of her second season. Benedict actually found her crying and consoled her since he too overheard Colin Bridgerton's words about Penelope. Ever since then, they developed a friendship and even accomplices. When the third social season rolled around, Benedict would dance with Penelope more, which made Colin jealous or just in general hush those nasty rumors from the ton about her. In turn, she helped Benedict win the heart of Sophie, but along the way she started to notice her heart wasn't really in it. Then, mid-through social season, Colin swooped in and fell in love with Sophie. It's starting to really become like a trend when the Bridgerton you first assumed would be with comes out with a total dark horse However, this one really took the cake, which made Penelope question Colin's intentions.

Of course, in the end, since there was nothing anyone could do. Sophie and Colin were married, just as Benedict calmly stepped down just like he always did. Penelope and Benedict had one common thing with their friendship, they always tend to back down to let their family shine, and stay in the backround. Speaking of Benedict, she had not seen him at all today, but maybe only briefly at the church. She was worried, so she went to look around and find him. As she stepped outside into the warm summer air, squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness, just as she made her way to a familiar lonely swing. However, the lonely swing had a hunch figure, which almost looked like a blur of smoke. Benedict looked withered and cold on the swing, tugging at her heartstrings as she got closer to him.

"Benny, mind if I have a seat?" She asked gently, using the nickname she started calling him over the months.

Benedict barely lifted his head up, with his disheveled brown hair looking darker and untamed, and he looked a bit pale.

"Sure, Red, the Heartbrokenness' club is always looking for new members," He said with false cheer, touching her hair briefly before putting his hand back.

Penelope took a seat next to him, without thinking, she put her shawl over him since she was so afraid he would wither away with just a glance.

They both sat in heavy silence, but at times he would pass her his bottle of scotch to her and she didn't refuse. She may finally not be in love with Colin anymore, but she still mourns him at times. Benedict's heartbreak was fresh and raw, since Benedict and Sophie were actually together. Unlike Penelope who was never in a romantic relationship with Colin. She would flinch at times when she took some sips, but then the burn in her throat subsided. Suddenly, she felt someone touching her head affectionately, which made her watery eyes glance back at Benedict.

"Easy there, Red. I already know you can handle your liquor, you proved from last time, Miss Champion," Benedict said with a wily grin, even though his grin looked haunted.

They one time went out somewhere, which she wanted to prove to Benedict that a first class lady can drink like any other man. The remembrance of the hangover and afterwards, still made her stomach queasy at times. However, she shrugged her shoulders, but still paced herself with the liquor.

It was good to hear some animation back in Benedict's voice, but still his voice wavered a lot.

"It's funny when you think you know someone, but then maybe the idea you had of someone is really an illusion. I was such a damn fool, maybe love is an illusion, since a man like me shouldn't wish for more…" Benedict hiccuped a bit, but Penelope quickly grabbed his hands.

"Benedict, please don't say that. Remember what you told me about Colin, as you saw me cry my eyes out, and said Colin is not even pretty enough of a sketch to cry over. I know you love Sophie, I think she loved you too, but would you have rather been in a marriage built like a sandcastle?" Penelope asked him, trying to put some rationality in his perspective. She knows he's burned and hurt, probably a bit too early for reasoning, but she just didn't want to see the hope become lost within himself.

Benedict Bridgerton brought hope to a wallflower like her to shine, she wanted the moon-face Benny to shine a bit of hope as well.

Penelope could feel him clutching her hands, but she noticed he was always careful of her. He finally looked towards her, his hazel eyes brightening a bit, and she almost felt like she lost herself for a moment.

"Damn Penelope, your wit and brightness of words, no one knows you're Lady Whistledown. However, I wish society would let women shine on their intelligence, since your poetic advice is something I will buy and read every night." He whispered, just as he kissed her heated cheek that was redder than her flaming hair.

Benedict already knew about her being Ladywhistledown a couple months ago, and strangely he took it well unlike Eloise who still was not talking to her. Benedict Bridgerton is certainly a polygon.

"Benny, we will get through this, okay. You were here for me when I was down about Colin, but we will work together to heal and build ourselves for the better. A huge castle where not even a fire breathing dragon can tear us down." She said passionately, hoping to strike a spark of hope back into his withered state.

Penelope wasn't sure why she was so persistent, but she had a strange feeling this might be her only chance to spark some life back into him. For some reason, she felt afraid, but she couldn't put her finger on why. Suddenly, she felt arms wrapping around her, and she almost gasped by the enthusiastic hug. She let herself be embraced, enjoying for a moment in Benedict's embrace. She can only count on her fingers when she was hugged by Benedict, but she could remember his sense of smell like smokey flowers in the dusk of dawn.

Her eyes closed when she felt his dry lips on her hair, just as she shivered when he whispered in her ear.

"No matter what, you will always bloom like the flaming rose that I know you are. Just know, I will always love you my lady who's flaming in red, and I'm really glad that I met you and wish I could have been the gentleman you deserve. If only I had met you sooner…" Penelope broke away, many tumbling questions wanting to escape her lips, but they were interrupted by someone.

It happened to be Athonthy, who at first was in shock before he took a deep breath. "Benedict, it's time you get some rest, and Miss Featherington. I think it's best you leave now, as you can, my brother is not in the proper state at the moment." Anthony said seriously, even though Penelope wanted to protest. However, with them being alone, she understood what Anthony was implying.Without warning, she squeezed Benedict's hands tightly, and bravely kissed him on the cheek. For some reason, she felt like she would regret it if she didn't, and she ignored Anthony's flabbergasted look. Not many people knew that she and Benedict became rather close this season, so it even became a shock for the ton when they danced together a lot at functions.

She heard Anthony whispering harshly to Benedict, just as she stopped for a moment.

"Benedict, I will see you tomorrow!" She exclaimed, which jolted both the Bridgerton brothers.

Anthony looked confused, but her eyes were on Benedict. However, he wouldn't look at her eyes, and Anthony answered instead.

"Yes, Miss Featherington, I'll be sure my brother visits you tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him, have a good night Miss Featherington." Anthony said, but more like an order.

Penelope took a harsh breath before she turned around and left. Unknown to her, she had no idea this would be the last time she would see Benedict Bridgerton… alive.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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Trigger warning mention of implied sucide

Chapter 2

For the first time, Penelope Featherington wished she could wear her bright colors. However, here she stood all in black, and at the funeral of Benedict Bridgerton. No one knew what happened to Benedict Brigerton, not even Lady Whistedown who has strangely been quiet the past few weeks.The ton should know that there is a human behind the scathing pen. The Brigerton family and friends are in mourning, so let Lady Whistledown be damned in her sorrows.

Some say Benedict went out to drink his sorrows away while getting into a bar fight where he was beaten to death. Some say he was so stoned and drunk, he didn't see the carriage coming through. Some say alcohol poisoning or even more sinister. He went to like the darker part of the ton, got high off poppies, and met his end with eternal sleep. No one dared to utter that Benedict took his life in his own hands. The note he left, only the Bridgerton family and Penelope Fetherington have seen, since in his note he wanted her to write his eulogy.

Everyone was looking at her, waiting in anticipation for Penelope to speak and share her piece. It's so strange how the wallflower gets the spot to shine, but not like this. Her face was blank, but so many emotions wanted to tear themselves out. Instead of talking, she wanted to scream, and shout out why. Why did you go, why couldn't you stay, why wasn't I enough for you to stay?

Penelope flinched when she felt someone tug her shoulder gently. Looking up, it was Kate, looking all dignified and poise like the viscountess she was. Anthony wasn't far off, but he looked more like a ghost than anything. Lady Violet, God, after the church ceremony, she couldn't bear to be where her child would be buried before her.

As Penelope got up to the front, she couldn't dare herself to look at the coffin, even though it was tight and closed. However, she almost thought she heard bees buzzing, even though it must have been her imagination. Her heart kept on beating, tears started to glisten in her eyelids, but she tried to keep her composure.

"What can one say about Benedict Bridgerton… he was an artist at heart, who loved his family and friends, and he just took everything in stride like the ocean. He was…" Penelope stopped at the moment, her voice cracking at what she caught in the corner of her eye.

Benedict's alive and well, not a corpse in the casket, but a faded figure while holding a pocket watch. He was pointing at the pocket watch, then waving his hand in a come hither motion, even though it felt like everyone else couldn't see this possible illusion she made up in her short sighted mind.

"He always felt like others needed to shine, so he always stayed in the background of a crowd, and he always put others he cared for first before himself." She felt her voice waver when her eyes went to Colin who held a broken Sophie in his arms, and Penelope hated the slight smugness she felt toward their pain. They should feel shitty, especially how everything went down when Benedict found out about them.

Suddenly, her supposed make-believe Benedict started to jump up and down, and shouted to her.

"Penelope, please Red, can you see me. Please, see me, you need to follow me!" Penelope jolted, resulting with her papers flying out of her shaking hands.

She saw Eloise coming forward, looking at her in overly concern. Ever since the morning they came together to mourn about Benedict, any sense of resentment or arguments was put to rest, and they strangely got closer in their long friendship.

"I'm taking a page out of Benedict's book, going full improv here. I was actually in love with Benedict Bridgerton, kept it to myself, which I tend to do when I fall in love with someone. I realized too late, since I am no Cinderella in this fairy tale. However, funny enough, he said that he wished he had met me sooner. Time is a funny thing, ya know, and speaking of." She stopped when she saw Benedict raising his pocket watch. Looking at her desperately and this time she would not ignore her gut feeling.

"I'm about to do and chase something crazy, so please excuse me, I need a moment." With that, she hiked up her skirt and started to chase after the ghostly Benedict.

She heard people calling and trying to catch her, but she ran like hell. She knew that she damned herself in many ways after that speech, but it was the first time that she had ever spoken freely in her life. More so, when she was around Benedict, she could speak more freely than anyone ever in her life.

She found herself going deeper into Aubrey Hall forest, just as she called out Benedict's name. His figure started to fade, so she kept chasing him and chasing. However, the farther he got away from her, the more desperation started to claw at her. She began to throw sticks and rocks at the far away figure, with tears going down her cheeks, and she finally could yell out loud.

"Benny, how could you? If you said you love me, why did you leave me? Damn it, am I cursed to be forever In unrequited love with the clueless Bridgerton men!" Penelope shouted, just as she found herself to a clearing of a lake.

She didn't realize how late it was now, since the sky was black as ink. The moon was out, with the stars twinkling above, and the forest looked more denser than ever. As rationally started to clear into her hazy mind, she started to laugh as she looked down at her weary reflection.

Whatever she saw must have been her grieving mind playing tricks on her. She decided to ignore the winking reflection of Benedict in the water, not daring herself to see if he stood next to her.

"You already claimed my heart, Benny, please leave any shape of mind I have left in peace." She whispered, just as she heard the ticking sound of a clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

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Penelope bent down, dumbly knowing that she was going further near the water, but something was tugging at her to look closer. Her eyes squinted further, seeing how the water reflected on the moonlight, and was glowing. In the water, she saw herself, but a younger version of herself at her debutante towards the queen. More so, she could recognize those awful white feathers anywhere, so she felt confused. Her reflection began to fade, just as she saw her crying alone in the garden and Benedict comforting her after what Colin said. Just as she tried to possibly touch the water, it hurriedly changed, and what she saw she just couldn't bear to see.

"Benedict, no, don't do it!" She yelled, just as she found herself in the water.

She quickly tried to catch her bearings, trying to get close to the land and she hated how short she was. The splashing and herself moving frantically echoed in her ears. However, the sound of a clock was louder than everything. Suddenly, she felt someone caressing her face and deep in her bones she knew who it was.

Quick as the wind, she felt lips pressed upon hers, and her whole body felt like it was going into slumber.

"A second chance at life, Penelope, do what you want. Just know, any version of me can never resist someone like yourself… Red." Her vision became blurry, but his words were loud and clear.

She felt herself drowning into a slumber, with an echo of a clock, and then someone calling out to her.

"Miss Penelope, gosh this girl, did you take a nap. Come now, it's time to get up!" Mrs. Varley, her head maid screeched, just as Penelope woke up with a gasp.

She opened her eyes to slits, adjusting her vision for a moment. Finally, she fully opened her eyes and found herself in her bedroom. More so, a scowling Mrs. Varley hovering over her, and Penelope felt her heart beat faster.

"What in the, Mrs. Varley, how did I get here?" She questioned confusingly. Was she just at Benedict's funeral, no wait, she had to think further. Something with a lake, good God, did she jump into a lake?

"You crashed and slept here after the evaluation of the queen, Miss Penelope. Now, it's time for Lady Danbury's first social season ball, come along. I need to do it quickly, since I now have to find another girl to attend to." Mrs. Varley mumbled as she got the gowns together.

"What other girl, wait, Mrs. Varley, isn't it summer?" Penelope asked, but then regret saying her bewilderment when Mrs. Varley looked in slight concern.

"Miss Penelope, your cousin, Marina from the country. She's staying with y'all for this season and it's spring because you just had your first debutant this spring. Come along now, I know one can sometimes mishap themselves after their debutant, so please pull yourself together now." Mrs. Varley, gently commanded. All Penelope could do was nod, even though she was overly lost.

As Mrs. Varley was about to bring out the most ugly yellow dress, which she remembered from her first ball. She somehow found the strength to say no and vehemently change Mrs. Varley mind to a lighter color.

In the end, Penelope wore a light green dress and she managed to have her hair down. Along with subtle jewelry, just as she managed to convince Mrs. Varley that a country girl like Marina might need all the help she could get. And Penelope being the embarrassment is the least of their worries. Of course, Penelope knew that wasn't true, and she always had a soft spot for Marina despite what had happened. Although she knew it was the only way to get rid of Mrs. Varley.

Once Mrs. Varley left, she sat down at her desk bringing a journal out. Many times, Penelope would have strange dreams and if she ever felt like things became too much. She would always sit down and write everything out, even as her dream-self. Penelope keeps writing that she's reliving one of her old memories. She has heard that people know when one is dreaming. Maybe, even though it's totally bunkers, maybe she's asleep and someone must have pulled her from the lake.

Dead people can't dream, right? Well, maybe one in a coma can, but Penelope didn't want to think any further about that possibility. If one dreams, the more rational thing to do is try to wake up. However, it doesn't seem she's waking up anytime soon. So might as well do what she pleases and the more eccentric she becomes while in this dream. The more possible she might wake up from, since things she wouldn't do in a million years like wearing this dress for instance. She would get an earful of her mother's scorn, which might help wake herself up from this dream-state.

The best thing to do was enjoy this dream and give it hell.

She was ready for this!

Xox

She was not ready for this as she got herself into Lady Danbury's manor. Along the carriage ride, she had to hear her mother scorn for her outfit of choice. However, her mother hushed up halfway through when Penelope mentioned loudly how they might be scaring off poor Marina here and it might be best for the guest of honor to have the spotlight. So Penelope further told her mother, she's doing everyone a favor, and she's bright enough with her flaming red hair so she doesn't need to wear a stinking yellow. Her sisters, even Marina, were just flabbergasted. Her father, strangely, just nodded and continued looking out the window. More so, she hugged her father earlier, and whispered in his ear chokingly that she loved him. Maybe he was still sentimental about that, but her mother was a whole different story. Dream or not, her mother's face was even redder than the Featherington's trademark red hair. Everyone knows a silent Portia is a deadly Portia.

Penelope winced when her mother dug through her nails.

"Listen you little ingrate, I don't know what's going on with you. If you dare to act like what you did in the carriage, you can forget even wearing a ball gown." Her mother threatened her, just as Penelope casually listened.

Penelope guesses you can sometimes feel pain from her dream, but she concluded the more she must be in this dream the more real everything might feel to her. Penelope just smiles at her mother, she had to admit, having the upper hand over her mama was an exuberant feeling.

"Mother, I wouldn't dare, besides. Would it be suspicious if I start dressing like a maid and attend these balls during my season. That would be more embarrassing than anything, but trust me I know my place. However, I am a woman now in society, I know you mean well. But let me do my way, best to focus on Marina, since she will be the one getting the callers. You always said focus on survival mama, that's what I am doing, so it's best you get your hand off me before the ton or the lady Whistledown speculates." Penelope finished strongly, just as her mom let her go all together.

Her mother didn't say anymore, just as Portia strangely took Penelope's advice by parading Marina around. Penelope wondered in reality, would her mom have listened to her?

Suddenly, she saw Daphne with Anthony hovering over her, and she sighed in relief when she didn't see Benedict. Dream or not, she knew that she wouldn't be available to hold back her tears, so hopefully her mind will be kind to her. Penelope felt bad how Anthony kept hovering over Daphne, which actually down the line gave a bad taste in the ton and why Marina shined through. Maybe there's a way Penelope could help, even though in the end Daphne will be with the duke.

In reality Penelope would never dream of what she was about to do. However, this was all a dream, so what could hurt. People do dream of things they wish they could have done in reality, so this was possibly a great outlet for Penelope. As she made her way towards them, she confidently walked up to them, not knowing she'd been catching a few gentlemen's eyes this evening.

"The diamond of the season, Daphne, how have you been? You look so lovely, your dress really compliments your eyes. I also can see your brother, viscount Bridgerton, everyone knows you're her brother. So there's no need to add-on ornament, even though I understand your concerns." Penelope said smartly, just as she saw Daphne covering her hand to hide her laughter.

Anthony looked at her, in heavy surprise, which she's been getting a lot of looks from lately in this dream.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Penelope? I know this is your first social season, but sometimes it's best to mince your words instead of…" he wavered when Penelope intervened.

"Being frank and honest, I understand Viscount Bridgerton, perfectly. I am just a lady, new to this part of society, so what do I know? I'll be mindful of my opinions next time, but I am a friend who wants the same for Daphne to choose a good man. I just want to make sure her judgment is heard, if that's alright?" She asked with a smile while Daphne smiled behind her gloved hand.

As for Anthony he actually looked lost, but she could see him getting red. She then saw Violet coming over, which then gave Penelope an idea.

"Sorry, I had to check upon something. My, miss Penelope, is that you? You look gorgeous, my dear. What we're y'all talking about?" She asked while Daphne chimed in about Penelope's outfit as well.

Penelope felt herself blush a bit, since she didn't do too much with this attire. As Anthony was about to talk, she beat him to it, again.

"Thank you so much, Lady Bridgerton. We were discussing our anxieties and excitement for this social season. I haven't had one signature on my calling card, viscount Bridgerton, was a gentleman to be my dancing partner. However, we wanted someone to stand by Daphne, but…" Penelope said innocently, ignoring Anthony's flabbergasted stare. She knew he wouldn't say anything because Lady Bridgerton was badgering him to dance with Penelope.

"My, how thoughtful Anthony, don't worry. You two dance, I'll escort Daphne around, and I'll ask Lady Danbury to probably aid us. Daphne is that alright with you?" Lady Bridgerton asked, even though daphne was nodding her head in relief.

"But mother, it's not proper and these gentlemen." He stopped at his mother's glare.

"It's not proper at all to deny a woman a dance, especially one who has been a friend in the family for years. The song about to start, go along, and Anthony. I may be older now, but you should know I have a key eye for everything, understand?" She asked, just as Anthony grabbed her hand.

"Yes mother, I understand. This way, Miss Featherington," He mumbled out while he pulled her to the dancefloor.

Before she did, she saw how Daphne mouthed out a thanks, and all Penelope did was smile for a response.

It's been a minute since she had danced with Anthony. In the dream timesake, it should be the first time she's ever danced like this with him. However, it seems she also remembers from her reality, which blended together. As they danced and twirled around, she could see the bewilderment in Anthony's eyes.

"I need to ask, did Eloise put you up to this, it's just that your behavior is a bit out of character." Anthony asked while she found herself being twirled around.

"What can I say, I decided to make some changes, since I am out in society now. One tends to grow up with drastic changes. Anyway, I didn't mean to seem out of line earlier, I understand wanting to protect your sister. I'm on my own here, so one tends to sense things more which makes me understand your hesitation. However, Daphne is very capable of making her own choices, you just need to make her feel like she can trust you." As the song ended, just as she finished her sentence.

Anthony was quiet for a moment, looking at her in a whole new perspective which she was unaware of.

"Tell you what, since you are close with Eloise and Colin. I'll make sure a Bridgerton will make sure you're accompanied or you need a dance in the future. Don't worry about your card, I hate to say, a lot of these gentlemen here are not worthy of being gentlemen." Anthony said while escorting her off the dance floor, which she wasn't used to since Colin would tend to leave her stranding. It really did her wonders what she saw in Colin, she was surprised she never developed a crush on Anthony. Well, him being stubborn, a rake, and his prestigious title viscount might have swayed her to never develop a crush.

"You must be parched, I'll get you some punch, and look for another Bridgerton to keep you occupied. While I look for my sister…" Penelope was about to protest not needing to be babysat, but of course as ever. Anthony did not listen, which she really wished he would meet Kate soon.

She could see him looking around as he handed her punch. She was just about to tell him not to worry, but she guessed her dream knew how to be a pain in the ass. Anthony called Colin over, which she had to hide her grimace. For some reason, Colin stopped and gapped at her for a moment. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering if Colin poissibly saw Marina or some pretty bird. Why is Anthony smirking at her, then at Colin, why does she feel like she's missing something

"Pen you look…" Collin was at a loss before Anthony intervened.

"Yes, brother, the debutante has really looked good on her. Colin, I need to find your sister, so please keep Miss Penelope company for a while. Please, excuse me," With that, Anthony bowed and left her stranded with Colin. Everyone knew she had a crush on Colin, she guessed her dream knew how to make it known, but the crush died along with her true infatuation for Benedict.

"Wow, Pen, like my brother said. You look lovely, how have you been?" He asked while she decided to trade the punch for champagne.

Can one feel an oncoming headache in one's dream?

"Colin, I am doing well, just taking everything in. We actually have my cousin visiting us from the country, she's quite fetching and bright. It might be best if you entertain her, don't mind your brother, you know how Anthony can be." She said while grabbing another glass of champagne.

Damn her heart for fluttering a bit when he gave her a familiar grin she had not seen for a long time. Despite everything, she did miss her mischievous friend, and she had not really talked to him since he got engaged to Sophie.

"Pen, come on, I wouldn't want you to defend these wolves by yourselves. Besides, why are you mentioning your cousin?" He asked while she looked at him. Strangely, last time when she mentioned her cousin, he acted like a wolf… well more like a dog with a wagging tail. Oh, maybe because he didn't see her cousin physically. How vain as she let out a sigh.

"Because she's really pretty and I felt like y'all might hit it off." She said while Colin looked a bit hurt.

"Penelope, if I didn't know any better, I feel like you become my mama by setting me off with someone." He said jokingly, but then stopped at her seriousness.

She shrugged her shoulders while giving a sad smile.

"Maybe I am, Colin. I know they force women to marry young like me, but you have the advantage of the man to take your time. Maybe it's just me being petty, but as your friend I shouldn't think like that. We are friends, so let's do our best to support each other in our dreams." She toasted while hiccuping. Strange, can one get drunk in a dream.

"Penelope, wait, how much have you had to drink?" He asked, even though his voice sounded distant. Oh, was she about to wake up finally.

She carelessly held out her fingers in front of him while almost flinching when he touched to keep her steady. Suddenly, through her blurry vision, she saw Benedict through the crowd. Before she wakes up, she is damn going to make sure to catch him this time.

"Pardon my dear friend, I'm on a mission to capture someone, I send my regards to you and Sophie." She mumbled out, distracting Colin when she mentioned Sophie. He had no idea what she was talking about.

Everything really became a blur, gowns bursting into colors, but she still kept herself straight. She passed by Daphne and the duke who were together, she let out a girlish squeal, which she would have never done in public. Simon and Daphne stared at her in concern, but she just waved her hand and said carry on with your entertaining banter.

Finally, she got herself outside and it was a bit chilly out of the spring air. She saw Benedict, standing by a waterfall, and before she could help herself she called him out.

"Benny!" Benedict looked at her in shock, dream or not, he was alive at this moment.

As she approached him, there were many things she wanted to say, and she was glad her dream gave the illusion that they were alone. Without thinking, she stepped up on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Benedict was too much in shock, he felt like he was under a spell, and he couldn't think at all when Miss featherington planted a kiss on his cheek. As she pulled away, his mind and body was functioning again, and just as he was about to lightly scold her.

Penelope featherington bursted out crying in front of him in the most heartbreaking way he had ever seen.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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Thank you all for your lovely reviews. I'll respond as soon as I can. I decided to switch it up and do Benedict's point of view from time to time. Which will help to enlighten some twists I'll do in the future.

Enjoy !

Trigger warning mention of implied sucide

Chapter 3

Benedict Bridgerton never cared for these types of balls. He prefers to paint in silence or go to a loud bar to drown out his intrusive thoughts. When he goes to these types of events, the judgmental stares and fake smiles always make him itch in irritation. So it's not surprising he came out here for some air, drinking in some champagne, wishing he had something stronger. He almost thought he could sneak in a smoke break, but thought better of it since this was his sister's night. He didn't want to unintentionally ruin anything, also who knows if Lady Whistledown was around with her pen, even though he did admire the anonymous writer. More so, he didn't get much sleep last night, and for the life of him he couldn't remember much. It was a woman, which he tended to always dream about. However, this woman was different, and she was by a lake. He almost thought she was a nymph or so, with her fiery red hair, but it was her crying that took him out of his lustful thoughts.

He had never heard such sorrow, not since his mother lost her husband. This type of cry you would get goosebumps over your arms. What's more, it looked like she was going to jump into the lake, and he woke up with a start before he could stop this woman. He tried to get it out of his head, but everything started tumbling back when a young lady came onto him. At first, he didn't recognize this woman, with a pretty light dress that made her curves desirable. However, once he fully recognized her, it was Penelope Featherington. Eloise's sweet friend, the girl who's always quiet, but has a lot of wit behind the sweet face. More so, the girl who has a crush on a olbious Colin, even though his dumb brother is too naive to see his own feelings. She really went all out, since she looked really pretty. He felt tongue tied when she shyly placed her lips on his cheek. Of course, he was damn well confused, and was about to scold her because he was ever so lost with this development. However, once she started to cry her heart out, which gave him deja vu from that dream he had. Even though it was a water fountain and not a lake. Anxiety bore into him and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. He ignored how soft she felt against him, trying to ignore how his body heated up with her presence.

"Shh, hey, don't cry. It's okay, everything will be okay, Red." He wasn't sure why he said Red, but maybe because she called him Benny.

If possible, she cried harder and he really needed to think. He heard someone coming, without thinking, he lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face on his chest, and he felt his heart break at whatever Miss Penelope was going through. He tried to rationalize that Eloise would have his head if he didn't help his sister's distressed friend. Something, he couldn't pinpoint, he felt like he couldn't leave this girl alone.

Thankfully, they went deeper into a private garden, which he knew not many people go into. He almost blushed at the thought of how he had some fun back then here. Shaking his head, he sat her down on a stool, and she finally let go of him. He bent down, holding her hands, and hoping she would come to.

"Penelope, hey, it's okay. Can you tell me what happened, if anything happened, you have my word I'll take care of it. Do you want me to take you to Eloise, I'm sure she would want to know what upset you so?" He asked Penelope, thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

Did one of the gentlemen hurt her, just the thought made Benedict have his thoughts turn darker than he was used to having in a while. He really needed to get a grip, just as she saw her teary eyes look up at him trustingly. Damn we're her eyes always blue like the ocean. Wait, what did that thought come from? He really needed to get a grip here.

"It's funny, Benedict, I always had many things I wanted to say. Well, it's my dream, and I always felt like I could be frank with you." She said with a smile, just as Benedict looked bewildered.

"Miss Featherington, this is not a dream, I think it's best I take you back to the Bridgerton manor for now. You don't seem like yourself…" He froze, almost like a painting, as she gently laid her hands on his cheeks.

"Maybe so, but I guess the dream shows my true self. I just want you to know that you are loved Benedict Bridgerton. You may feel at times, the haunting of a spare, and wondering what you're supposed to do with yourself. Just know you matter, Benedict, and you impact people. Just look at Eloise, she adores you, and you and I both know it takes a lot to impress Eloise. I know you're an artist Benedict, I say this truthfully, your art should shine around and not be like a background color. I never told you this, but I admired you and wish I didn't waste my crush on Colin." She confessed right before she passed out.

Benedict didn't move for some time, just utterly lost and confused. However, it's the first time he had some color in his life, and he should say red to be more precise. Suddenly, he heard someone coming, and he instinctively held a sleeping Penelope in his arms.

"Benedict, what on earth is going on here?" Anthony questioned, just as Benedict felt a bit annoyed at the accusation in his eyes.

"Relax brother, I think Miss Penelope had too much to drink, and she was also very distressed when I found her. I took her here to calm her down, I don't know what made her quite distraught." Benedict said, even though for some reason he felt he was at fault. Which was of course ridiculous, but again, Miss Penelope was making him feel things he didn't want to look further into.

"Yeesh, I told Colin to watch her, I swear he's hopeless." Anthony mumbled under his breath and for some reason Benedict felt a jolt of annoyance. Did Colin turn her into such a crying mess? His brother Colin had no tact, also he could see how she dressed herself tastefully, and she did admit having a crush on colin. Maybe something happened, which made Benedict tick off for some reason.

In the end, they decided to taks Penelope back to Bridgerton manor. Anthony was already taking Daphne back early, even though Benedict thought it was partly dumb to bring daphne home for her first ball. However, he knew Anthony was already hard headed, so no point. Besides, it might be best to sneak Penelope out of here, and they decided to let the father know Penelope was going back to the Bridgerton manor. Since, they knew the father wouldn't ask many questions, and they managed to get everything settled.

Of course, even during the carriage ride, Daphne and his mom were all over Penelope. Once they got to the manor, it was a nightmare once Eloise saw a passed out Penlope in Benedict's arms. They decided to let Penelope reside in Eloise's room, while having a doctor come check in on her, and once he put Penlope on the bed. He felt a sense of anxiety, but tried to calm his nerves. As he walked out of the room, well, more like kicked out by a worried Eloise. He saw a frantic Colin hurried past him, asking about Penelope in concern, and of course their sister kindly shut the door on him. Yeah, that's Eloise for ya. For some reason, Benedict didn't want to be near Colin, so he quickly made his escape. He was planning to go out and drink, but for some reason he figured it's best to make sure Penelope was okay. As he went on out to the garden, grabbed himself a smoke, trying everything he could to calm his nerves. He tried as much as he could to not think his dream was not a bad omen.

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Penelope woke up with a start, feeling like she's been passing out lately. Grief does strange things to one's body, so she shouldn't be surprised. This time, she was in a bed, and she noticed Eloise was sleeping peacefully next to her. Penelope let out a sigh, thinking that she finally woke up from her dream. However, wait, this is Eloise's room in the Bridgerton manor. As Penelope got up, she noticed she was in a nightgown, and it was dark out. Penelope took a glance out her window, her heart started beating fast when she could see Benedict's lone figure in the garden. She covered her mouth, hating how her tears wanted to pour out. She was undoubtedly confused, just as she tried to calm herself down to rationalize. For some reason, she started to realize she wasn't dreaming.

So what on earth was going on! Suddenly, she started to hear the sound of a ticking clock, and the window gave a new reflection. Through the window's reflection, she could see a ticking pocket watch. It got louder when her hand went closer to it. Instead of her hand being planted against the glass, her hand went through the glass, and she managed to grab the obnoxious pocket watch. It felt hot in her hand, almost as if it was alive, and when she opened it her heart fluttered anxiously. Inside had a note, it was the note Benedict wrote of his death, but the date was different. It had three different dates, but one date was in red which was in where he did take his life. Did Benedict beforehand try to take his life beforehand, and it seemed he tried sometime during this social season as she found herself back in time. Wait, did she somehow time travel? If so, for what purpose? Her body shivered when she briefly remembered Benedict's words of a new life. Maybe she was given the chance by God, magic, or even Benedict to save Benedict from his fate.

Then, oh crap, her eccentric behavior prior she's in reality and not a dream. Well, she didn't fully embarrass herself, and to be honest she's tired of being on the sidelines. And she feels like if she wants to save Benedict, he's going to need a flower who lives in the sun at every moment, and not a wallflower who doesn't bloom out. Even though she would totally freak out about this, which she will do in private later. However, for now, she's not alone as she heard Eloise call out to her.

"Pen, are you okay?" Eloise asked as she started to get out of the bed.

Penelope quickly put the note back in the now quiet pocket watch, and hid in her bosom.

"I'm perfectly great, Eloise, perfectly great." She reassured Eloise, who looked at her friend in slight concern, having no idea her wallflower friend was beginning to bloom in the future.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Penelope had an early breakfast with the Bridgerton family, just as mostly everyone was getting ready for Daphne to have some callers. If memory serves her right, Penelope felt bad since Daphne wouldn't be having any callers except for that old fart lord. Penelope felt very appreciated and loved when everyone worried about her. She didn't know how much the Bridgerton family cared about her, which in some ways she closed her heart a lot in the past to protect herself. Now, Penelope decided to be more open, since she promised herself with this second chance at life. She was relieved that Benedict and Colin overslept, especially Benedict because she probably embarrassed herself. She didn't remember much after drinking that champagne, she's usually pretty good at holding her alcohol, but she drank too fast and didn't eat anything. In her defense, she at first thought it was all a dream, so she didn't consider that. However, she just remembered crying in front of him and it was all a blur. A hint of anxiety had hit her, since she hoped that she didn't say anything revealing.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna have one of the boys drop you off. Like Daphne, I'm sure you'll be expecting some callers, so I'll get someone to escort you home." Violet said kindly, just as Penelope had to bite her tongue how Lady Bridgerton shouldn't bother. Despite time traveling, Penelope doubted she would get any callers this time around.

"Mama, I can just escort Penelope home, I've done it before." Eloise intervened, which made Penelope smile sadly.

The mother sighed before she answered. "Eloise, I've said this before, Miss Penelope is considered a woman now in society. There's certain protocols she must follow, you understand, right Penelope?" Violet asked her, hoping to help appease Eloise.

Penelope agreed these protocols were unfortunately ridiculous, but there wasn't much she could do.

"Yes, Lady Bridgerton, I do." She answered right before she felt someone gently lay their hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, Eloise, your favorite brother shall escort your friend home. Hello, Penelope, I'm glad to see you're looking better." Benedict said cheekily while Penelope stared dumbly at him.

"Benedict, good, I'm glad to hear. I hope not to seem rude, dear, I better check on Daphne. I'll see ya soon, Eloise, come along and help your sister." Violet said with a motherly tone while Eloise rolled her eyes. Penelope gave a quick hug goodbye to each of them. She did linger with Eloise, since Eloise helped console her last night under the pretense that she thought Penelope had a horrible nightmare.

"If those gentlemen bore you to death, please come over and if you are ever upset. Just know you are always welcome here," Eloise whispered while Penelope felt a twist of emotion.

"Thank you, El." She whispered strongly, just as she waved them goodbye.

Benedict had his arm out, making her heart flutter. She slowly grabbed his arm before he escorted her out of the dining room.

Once they made their way outside, she could feel the butterflies at the pit of her stomach.

"Benedict, about last night, I heard you helped me when I passed out. I wanted to thank you, I drank a bit too much champagne, I guess nerves of my first debutante ball got to me. I apologize for crying all over you.." She said right before they stopped for a moment.

She looked up at him in confusion as they stopped for a moment. She still had her arm comfortably against his, which she was about to remove since maybe he wants to rest his arm now. However, he heart fluttered when he put his other arm to stop her before he quickly pulled back.

"Penelope, you never need to feel you need to apologize for being upset. Especially to me. Frankly, I'm glad you felt comfortable around me when you were distraught, and it was really no trouble. However, are you sure that's all, I just want to make sure you're okay." He looked at her deeply in her eyes before she looked the other way.

An idea began to form, which maybe she could try to her secret plan to keep an eye on Benedict.

"Alright; I'll be frank with you, since you can't get any personal by seeing a lady crying. I'm sure you already know it's very transparent of my crush on Colin Bridgerton?" She asked, but more than stated.

Benedict nodded slowly. "Well, I wouldn't say it's too obvious, but…" He stopped when she intervened.

"The ones who don't know are the most oblivious. The boy I actually fell for, also Eloise, bless her heart. She's so intelligent, but matters of the heart she doesn't quite grasp because she doesn't want a romance of her own."

Penelope finished while Benedict laughed loudly.

"Yes, you're right on point, Penelope. I apologize in advance that sometimes the Bridgerton family can sometimes be oblivious in those matters of the heart." Benedict explained while Penlope gave a laugh of her own.

For some reason, he liked her laughter, especially her surprised giggle when she didn't try to cover up her laughter.

"It's alright, I'm sure in the future, the Bridgerton family will have wonderful in-laws who just know how to push the right buttons." Penelope said knowingly, with a twinkle in her eye, which made Benedict curious.

"You seem so sure about that, Penelope. Are you playing matchmaker for the Bridgerton family?" He asked teasingly while she gave a slight grin.

"Maybe…. Who knows, life sure knows how to throw a bunch of surprises, so who knows." She answered cryptically.

"You mentioned your crush for Colin, can you elaborate on that?" He asked gently, wanting to confirm something.

He kind of regretted asking her, since the twinkle in her eyes sort of faded at Colin's name. Benedict is really beginning to see that probably his idiotic brother did something to Penelope.

"To clear the air, I won't be match-making myself with Colin, since it's just hopeless. No matter what I wore, lady of society or not, I'll be just Pen unless something drastic happens. I'm not one for a scandal, to be seen as desirable with unnecessary drama in his eyes, I'm really beginning to see it's not worth it. It was me finally crying over the idea of being in love of an illusion, so I am sorry you had to see that." She apologized again, feeling like she had to, just as Benedict shook his head.

"My brother is a fool Penelope, he's young, I can say he will grow up eventually. But you don't deserve that, so you're doing the right thing, but having a crush on someone is never a waste. At least you're capable of loving someone…" He stopped, wondering where his inner thoughts made himself speak so freely. Even in the past, he always felt comfortable talking to Penelope. However, they never talked about more intimate and personal topics, and he started to feel himself close up.

His eyebrows furrowed when he felt a gentle pat on his arm. He glanced down as Penelope gave him an understanding look. He held her stare for a moment before he turned to look straight ahead.

"Anyway, I have a proposition for you, Mr. Bridgerton." Penelope said, changing the subject, which he was thankful for. However, he was curious about what she was asking him.

"I can make no promises, my lady, but I could make an exception for ya. What is it you desire of me, lady red?" He asked her flirtatiously, wondering why he couldn't help himself with flirting.

For a moment, he noticed she gripped his shoulder for a moment, but then as quickly her grip became soft. What is it that he said?

Before she could tell the proposition, they both stopped dumbly at the long line of gentlemen at her house.

"Umm, Penelope?" Benedict questions, trying to figure out why he felt a sense of dread.

Surprisingly, Penelope let out a long sigh while pulling him along.

"Well, my cousin made such a turn out, not surprised. Don't worry, none of them for me or my sisters, unfortunately for them, let's get ourselves ready for this mad circus." Penelope said as she pulled him along.

For some reason, he hated how Penelope downplayed herself, and he couldn't help himself glaring at the vain gentlemen as they made themselves inside. Oh well, their stupidity is his gain of a hidden gem. Wait, what was he thinking?

As they made themselves inside the madhouse, she pulled him towards the dining area, away from the foyer and he briefly caught sight of this supposed cousin. He did admit she was pretty, but she was a typical pretty unlike Penelope here.

"Thanks for walking me home, I appreciate it. As for my proposition I'll tell you next time at the next social ball, so if you're curious you might want to show up for this opportunity. You better hurry, before my mama puts you in line for one of Marina's lovers to fight for her hand." She said as she showed him out. Before they exit the dining area, Benedict stopped for a moment.

"Penelope, why wouldn't your mother just assume I'm here for you because I escorted you home?" He asked, feeling a sense of dread of her answer.

He hated to see the sadness in her eyes, along with a bitter laugh in her throat, and shrugged her shoulders.

"You're such a kidder, Benedict. Come on, just look at me, isn't it obvious." She stated almost like it was a fact.

Benedict hated what she said about herself before he gently put his hands on her shoulders. Her expression became dumbstruck as she looked up at him. A small smile tugged at her cute expression.

"I am Penelope, you called me a brilliant artist, an artist like me can see true beauty. Trust me, you're radiant with fiery beauty Red, you just need someone to help you see that beauty of yours." He said before planting a surprised kiss on her forehead.

He had to keep reminding himself he was only returning the surprise favor when she kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll see ya at the ball, Penelope," He said quietly before he made his way out.

"When I was at the Lady Danbury party, keep an eye out for Lord Nigel, I overheard ill intentions from him. The weasel will be a caller, so please make sure Daphne doesn't end up with him."

Benedict stared at her in surprise, he wanted to ask more, but knew it's best to just heed her warning. He knew Penelope was very observant, so he trusted her judgment. In the corner of his eye, he saw Colin holding two sets of flowers, and one of them happened to be sunflowers which irked him. Before he could resist, he laid a gentle kiss on her palms, and gave a flirtatious wink. He paid no mind to the other gentleman and Colin who looked like he wanted to pummel him.

"I'll keep in mind what you said, Miss Featherington, until next time." He said as he walked out the front door.

"Brother what were you doing there," Colin called out to him.

Benedict turned around, giving his brother a condescending smirk.

"Same reason you were here, brother, by the way. Sunflowers for Penelope, huh, I did far better than that. Thanks for not making me sweat…" He could hear Colin calling out to him, feeling a sense of smugness once he left. Penelope, not saying she was desirable, the little show he just put on there, gentlemen tend to act crazy when one man finds a woman interesting. However, Penelope was too good for them anyway, but he just didn't want her cousin to get all the attention. And, he knows that his idiotic brother only went to see Marina. Well, after that altercation, Colin might change his tune. However, he couldn't hide the sense of anxiety that Penelope might find a suitor or worse like Colin back again. Shit, why does Penelope have to tilt his black and white life. Then again, as he glanced back at the Featherington manor, maybe it's not so bad. Now then, let's take a look at this Lord Nigel fellow.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

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Wow, y'all I really want to thank you with this story so far. Truthfully, I was so nervous posting this, so I'm glad to see people are enjoying this. I had a bit of fun with this chapter, before you start, I actually do like Colin and everything. Even though in the books and show he would frustrate me to no end. However, if it seems like I'm bashing him a bit in this, it's my pen's character since the girl has been repressed for too long. I also thought it was good to bring out some things about Colin, which made me look further into his character.

So all I can say is Pen is all game of subtle bashing Col this chapter is the warning

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Chapter 5

"Yes, I mostly like reading, and Lady Whistledown is quite an entertaining read for this society." Penelope answered to her twelfth gentleman this morning.

Well, more like Marina's caller, but Penelope still found herself shocked by this new development. When Penelope sat herself down in the buzzing foyer room, the shock she felt when a gentleman said they were here for Miss Penelope and Marina. Penelope was surprised her mama didn't go into shock. Usually a gentleman would rotate between her and Marina, but only some on hand would go to Penelope throughout the day. Mostly through the interactions, she's beginning to see alternative motives of the gentlemen calling her, and it had to do with one Benedict Bridgerton and to look good in front of Marina. She knew for sure of her inference when Colin came into the foyer. Huh, that's strange, he's holding two pairs of flowers.

"Colin?" She called out dumbly, confused beyond belief, since Colin never bothered to bring her flowers.

"Aw Pen, it's good to see you. And Miss Marina as well…" Penelope saw Marina giving her a look.

Throughout this exhausting exchange, they would give each other hints if they were tired of who was occupying them. Penelope still found this whole situation wild, since a wallflower like her wasn't used to this. Penelope slowly nodded that Colin was an okay fellow for now.

"I can see that both of you are busy, I hope I can indulge some of your time…" He said while handing Penelope sunflowers and Marina pretty roses. Huh, as always, Colin really knew how to make Penelope feel special. Which she thought in her mind sarcastically. Penelope sighed since she never tended to get cliche roses at all. Well, that wasn't quite true, since she had gotten one lone rose in the past or was it future? This time traveling thing still bewildered Penelope a lot.

"You may, Mr. Bridgerton. I heard you and Penelope are familiar with each other, if it's alright Penelope, would you want to entertain your dear friend since it's most likely he came for you." Marina said with a smile, just as Penelope had to hold in her laughter.

Marina was totally dissing Colin, but she probably also did it because Marina must have overheard how Penelope was close to a certain Bridgerton. She had to give it to Marina, she was quite sharp, and maybe this time they could become closer in this timeline. However, Penelope did not have feelings for Colin anymore, but she could still entertain him. She could see he wanted to say something, so she interrupted him before he said something careless

"Colin, I mean, Mr. Bridgerton, please have a seat. There is some delicious food I know you'll like, now tell me what you wanted to discuss and thank you oh so much for the sunflowers." She said with a bright smile, just as Colin sat down a bit afraid, since he knew that look on Pen was serious.

At first, Colin did help himself with the delicious snack, before he internally smacked himself.

"Umm, Pen, would you want some? Mango flavored macaroons are your favorite?" He asked her before she shook her hand.

"No thanks, mine actually is strawberry. Your favorite is mango, it's okay, it's very easy to get it confused. Don't worry about it," Penelope reassured him, just as Colin ate the macaroon happily.

Sarcasm was never in Colin Bridgerton's dictionary.

"Wow, Pen, you know me so well! Sorry, it must have slipped my mind, I could have sworn you said you liked mango. But next time, I'll remember you like strawberries." He said while Penelope had to hide her grimace.

You would think, being childhood friends so long, one would remember one's favorite fruit. Well, in Colin's defense, in the past she would say her favorite whatever Colin food was. However, he should have picked up something about her over the years. Did he really not know much about her?

"So Pen, I wanted to ask you something?" Colin asked while getting all serious.

She had a feeling where this was going, so she moved a bit closer and watched carefully to make sure no one was prying in their conversation. So far, the gentlemen are all over Marina, her sisters and mama aren't paying attention, since Pen and Colin they think nothing to see there.

Colin even looked once or twice before he whispered to her.

"I need to ask, what's going on with you and my brother Benedict?" He questioned while Penelope did a doe-eyed look.

"What do you mean, your brother was being a gentleman," She answered, just as she had to hide her smirk at Colin's eyes bulging.

"No, Pen, what I mean is. Was Benedict here to call upon someone? Did you receive anything!" Colin asked, almost shouting, before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, in a way I did, he was very good company. He even offered me a dance for my next ball, so I'm all new to this, but I guess is that what you call courting?"

Penelope answered innocently, technically stretching the truth. The proposition was a dance, also Benedict said he would fulfill it, so she wasn't really lying. However, all Benedict did was escort her home, but she will let Colin think whatever just like these gentlemen here.

God, this was ever so fun, and it looked like Colin's face was entirely red.

Penelope almost flinched in shock when he grasped her hands. He then pulled back as her mama gave him dagger eyes. He then breathed out again, just as he tried to whisper without losing his mind.

"Pen, listen to me. Gentlemen, especially my brother. He's what you call a rake, so don't take what he says to heart. I think offering the dance, you see Anthony, wants us to make sure you're kind of watched out for by the wolves of the ton. The gentlemen around your cousin, who are also taking up your time, they're just empty words and Benedict has a beef with some of them. I think maybe after this, maybe you should call it a day, since why waste your time for men who are not specifically here for you?" Colin asked while Penelope became eerily quiet.

Colin didn't want to seem harsh, but Penelope was so young and vibrant. He didn't want her to be easily taken advantage of, also especially from Benedict, and Colin really needs to get to the bottom of Benedict's incident with Penelope.

"Colin, then, what does that make you?" Penelope asked suddenly, her eyes staring straight at him.

"What?" Colin asked, perplexed, just as Penelope began to pick some petals off her flower.

"You came here as my friend, I can see, trying to give me helpful advice. However, isn't it hypocritical, since you came for my cousin with the wolfish intentions you speak of." Penelope stated, just as Colin was about to retaliate. However, her look froze him, and Colin felt like Penelope seemed older somehow.

"The roses you gave my cousin, could be represented as careless words as you said, but my cousin and I are obligated to expect these supercilious gifts from any gentleman. You are my friend, yes, so should I doubt your intentions, just like how you are doubting your brother's Benedict intentions. I may not know Benedict well, but I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, just like how I was for you to possibly court my cousin. As of now, I don't think you're good enough for my cousin, and I know you didn't come here to court myself. So who I spend my time with is up to me, unless you had other intentions besides using me to look good through my cousin." She whispered hotly, but still kept her face passive with a smile.

Suddenly, Colin got up from the couch, and looked coolly down at Penelope. Penelope didn't back down, still having a plastered smile on herself.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Bridgerton ?" Her mama interrupted, just as the other gentlemen and Marina looked at them.

"No, no problem. I was just letting Miss Penelope know, I need to head out and I'll see her again soon. Marina, I hope to get more of a chance to get to know you for a next call?" He asked while Marina had a fake smile of her own.

"If my dear cousin can fit in with her busy schedule of callers, I'm sure I could possibly as well." Marina replied sweetly, just as Penelope felt a twinge of gratitude towards Marina.

"Well, then you heard it, Mr. Bridgerton. As you can see, my daughter and Miss Marina are very busy, so until next time." Her mama said before literally kicking Colin out.

Wow, this was the first time her mother ever went to Penelope's defense. So strange…

Throughout, Penelope had a few more callers, but mostly because Marina had too many and after the altercation with Colin and Benedict. Many gentlemen started to hang around Penelope, but Penelope sort of wished at least one gentleman came for just her with no ulterior motives. Oh well, having a new life wasn't a fairy tale, and the reality still reminded her of that. More so, with the next ball coming up, she needed to focus on saving Benedict and any thought of romance can wait for now. However, that didn't mean she could have some fun with harmless flirting… right? And more so, as Penelope casually looked at Marina, Penelope needed to think how to take care of the baby that Marina was unaware of for now.

More than that, Lady Whistledown has been too quiet, it's time for her to sharpen her words again.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

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A quick side note please read: Benedict has already met Henry Granvile two years prior before this season one social season, also already had an on-off fling with Geneieve, and has gone to Henry Granvile wild parties. I did this to help accommodate my story better, also to bring up the plot later, and a small little twist as well. Benedict has not entered the art academy yet, which I might make him join sooner possibly. And also, this is here I tagged some dark undertones.

Chapter 6

A couple weeks later, a couple hours before the next second social ball hosted by the queen herself!

Dearest reader, did you miss me? Many changes are happening this season, so I sat quietly and waited till I decided to sharpen my quill till I expressed my judgment. It seems Miss Diamond of the season the queen has chosen, is quietly being protected a lot from the Bridgerton men. However, gentlemen of the ton, it surprises me you didn't go up for the challenge by instead going to the easy emerald from the country. More so, it seems this emerald is being dazzled by the ton, it might truly be a Cinderella tale of rags to riches for one Miss Marina Thompson. Interesting enough, I'm seeing the youngest Featherington girl, having callers left and right, but more out of a sad little pity with a miracle on the inside. Marina is the one with the glamourising ball gown, just as the young Featherington girl is the realistic pumpkin before the magic. It's funny how the wallflower is now the dazzling diamond, but the season is still young, so only a short-sighted fool would obliviously accept the first desperate offer of marriage for the most prestigious diamond of the season.

"You can't be serious Anthonthy, do you know how old Lord Nigel is?!" Benedict exclaimed as they discussed Daphne's marriage in Anthony's study.

"Wait, does Daphne or even our mother know about this, since I don't think either would be happy you're marrying her off to a man when he was in school, she was all but like five?" He further asked, quoting Daphne exact words when she met that insufferable Lord Nigel.

Even without Penelope's warning, which he found almost strange how she just knew how Lord Nigel would be a problem. Regardless, was his brother Anthony just a blind idiot. All the ton can see he's just a weasel, but a respectable weasel for now who can still pertain to his sophisticated facade.

"Lord Berbrooke, what is with people not using his last name, including you, brother. He is a good man, and also made his intentions clear to wed our sister, which you should be happy about since our sister has not had many callers lately." Anthony argued back before banging his hand on the desk.

They were both quiet for a moment in tense silence before Benedict tried again.

"Anthothy, this doesn't have to do with your split with Siena, does it? Brother, do not let your heartbreak blind you for our dear sister's happiness." Benedict said with realization, remembering what Geneive told him briefly at the last ball.

When he planned to go to Daphne's first social season ball, he did have intentions to watch out for Daphne, but also to see his past lover Geneieve to see if she wanted to rekindle their romance. Strangely, Geneieve was very cold to him, and he guessed their last year fling was all but a fling. However, he also found out she was cold to him, with how Siena was harshly dumped by his brother. More than anything, Geneieve valued Siena, so he wasn't surprised and confirmed his own suspicion with Geneieve's feelings might be more than platonic towards Siena. It was also why he went out to the garden in the first place, also ending up with one Penelope Featherntion, and the little nymph occupying his mind lately.

Truthfully, he has not seen her since he escorted her home. He wasn't sure if it was because Colin lately has been over there a lot for Marina Thompson like a puppy. Lately, Colin has been tense around Benedict, and questioning his intentions. He wasn't sure what exactly Penelope said to Colin, but Benedict decided to play along to whatever picture Penelope painted in Colin's head. He had to admit, Penelope was truly clever, and seeing Colin riled up is truly entertaining. Which was also partly why Benedict didn't go over there, since it truly was a mad circus like Penelope had said. Moreover, he felt like if he went over there, he felt like something big would happen once he would go there. For now, he does what he does best when he doesn't want to face his problems, he paints away and gets high and drunk off his mind at Henry Gravile's parties. However, lately, he couldn't get Penelope out of his mind about him being a true artist and it was driving him crazy. He almost didn't want to go to the queen's party, but now with his idiotic brother making an announcement probably of Daphne's engagement there, and the curious proposition Penelope has for him if he wanted to find out. Well, it looks like he's going now.

Anthothy was now towering over him, but Benedict didn't let it intimidate him. In the corner of his eye, he saw Lady whistledown's page, and Benedict briefly pointed at the ink.

"Brother, you're all about image and honor as well, you'll be proving Miss Whistledown right by playing the fool." He pointed out, just as Anthonthy grabbed it from him. Anthony tore the paper before throwing it into the lacklust fire. Anthonhy then stomped his way out, just before he turned his head back for a moment.

"Benedict, I am the head of this family, don't forget that. You can do whatever you want, I have to be harsher and make tough calls, I'm doing what is best for this family. And taking advice from Lady whistledown, please…" With that, Anthony left, just as Benedict leaned against the desk.

He saw a half empty glass of bourbon on the table, he shrugged his shoulders before he poured himself a glass. As he drank the bitterness down his throat, he began to wonder if he could counter offer Penelope's proposition, with her having some idea to possibly help his sister not get married to the weasel.

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Penelope featherington was in a mild crisis. She could see the disappointments of Marina not accompanying them from the ton. However, her mama wasn't with them as well, just their father escorted Penelope and her sisters. Their mama said Marina had a terrible bug, so Portia stayed behind to take a look upon her. Although Penelope knew the real reason why. Marina has not bled, also she's with child, and the letters are still coming. In the past, when Penelope found out about Marina's pregnancy, the letters of George still came through before her mother hid them.

Could Penelope change where Marina never ever stopped their correspondence? Could there be a chance to save Sir George? When Penelope was in her third social season, she started writing back to Marina, and they rekindled their friendship. There's something that will haunt Marina for the rest of her life. Penelope found out the moment Marina stopped writing to Sir George, he was guilt ridden because the last thing he found out was her pregnancy and he probably thought the worse when she never replied back. It could be a coincidence, but it could have been a factor of George's death, especially when George was trying to get discharged early.

Maybe there was a way, but no matter what, even as Colin still acted obnoxiously chummy towards Marina. Despite everything, she will make sure the scandal of Marina and Colin will never happen, and the way Marina sort of kept dissing Colin might go in Penelope's favor. As for her father, she sighed when she saw him going towards the back with some questionable gentleman, which made Penelope sigh. Speaking of questionable gentlemen, was this the night where Daphne and the duke started their ruse, and it all started with a weasel who deserved to be punched. Penelope found this tidbit from Benedict out of all people, when Simon had a drink with Benedict for a gentleman night out, Simon told them what really went down in drunken confidentiality. Well, Benedict told her, in drunken confidentiality.

Penelope was actually fooled like the ton where she actually thought Daphne and the duke were madly in love. However, she had to admit, the story of how they got together was more romantic. Although this time Penelope will be on in their little facade this time around. More so, she has to remind herself she's nineteen again, but her soul and all her experiences is as a 21 year old. She was merely a ghost of a shell of herself now, even when hanging out with Eloise a few times for outings. Which does give her joy, but she felt so awkward since in the future they would no longer be friends and the guilt started eating up at her.

"Well, if it isn't the pumpkin, girls, where is your pretend cousin of a Cinderella? Did she finally turn into a pumpkin too?" Penelope snapped out of her thoughts from the oh so familiar hyena voice.

It's funny how much Cressida Cowper used to bother her, but now she doesn't anymore. In a way, Penelope felt sorry for her in some ways, even though Cressia was still a wench at times.

"Lady Cowper, thank you so much for your concern. No, I'm afraid my cousin is sick, all that socializing with having so many callers can tire one out. I'm sure you understand…" Penelope gave a slight smirk, just as she saw how she hit a nerve.

"Then again, possibly not. A pumpkin you say, my, the color I'm wearing is pink, but I can see your diligence with the Lady Whistledown column. Well, good or bad, at least my family is being noticed and looked upon fondly at the moment in society. However, I don't hear much about you or your family at all, maybe that's a good thing…." She shrugged innocently, just as the girls behind Cowper gasped.

Lady Cowper got closer to Penelope, her beautiful face twisting into something ugly.

"Just because a wallflower like you is getting attention, but everything dies down when something new loses its shine. Your cousin will lose her shine, but as for you, you will wither into a spinster, Featherington." Lady Cowper said with all teeth, just as Penelope felt a bit of her old wound of insecurity.

Suddenly, she felt herself be pulled away, just as Lady Cowper's drink got poured on her instead.

"My, that was a close call. Good thing I caught Miss Penelope in time, but I am so sorry, Lady Cowper. I did not see you there, I think many people here are having too much to drink, maybe it's best you pace yourself, Lady Cowper." Benedict said as he swooped in while Penelope looked up at him dumbly.

Penelope knew Lady Cowper meant to spill her drink, but Benedict prevented her from doing so. She got a sense of dej a vu, since Colin was the one who intervened and not Benedict. More so, Benedict's wit was more sharp and it was nice that her dress was dry this time around.

"Mr. Bridgerton, I…" Lady Cowper tried to muster up before Benedict interrupted.

"No worries, what's done is done. I hear the music is playing, Miss Penelope, I believe you did save my name on your card for a dance if you're up for it?" He asked, even though her card is still empty. However, the ladies of the ton didn't need to know that, so Penelope smiled up at him.

"I believe I did say I would pencil you in, I would love a dance," With that, they left Lady Cowper and the ladies in the dusk.

This dance was casual, which was hosted outside in the gardens. Penelope remembered this dance, but in the past she wore the same pink dress and a Bridgerton Brother. The only differences this time around her dress was dry and Benedict was her partner. As they danced and twirled around, she had to hide a slight grin when Benedict would mimic the ladies or gentlemen of the ton. When they danced a lot in her third season, they used to whisper amongst themselves, and act out fake dramatic conversations of the most snobbish guests. In the present, when the dance made you twirl back to your partner, it was nice to see some things have not changed. However, the remembrance started to hurt Penelope, and just as the song ended.

Penelope found herself back with Benedict's arms, but she looked down in sorrow. This wasn't her third social season, also this wasn't the Benedict she became friends with, and the grief she still felt is still there.

"Penelope?" Benedict asked in concern, curious as to why she got all sad, since she was joking around earlier.

"I need some air, no, I need a moment. Benedict thank you for saving me back there," Penelope said, just before she pulled away Benedict grasped her hands.

"Penelope, from what I can see, you're capable of saving yourself. I was just there as a helping hand, since everyone needs someone to lean on sometimes. Let's find a quiet place together and I'll leave you alone to collect your thoughts. I'm concerned about you…" Benedict lingered, grasping her hands gently, just as Penelope nodded her head.

Benedict nodded his head as well, just as he escorted Penelope off the semi dance floor. The laughter and music began to fade, just as they headed towards the garden.

Benedict felt a sense of deja vu, since he caught Penelope upset last time. He's hoping what the ladies said to Penelope didn't eat her up too much. More so, he sort of eavesdropped when Penelope knocked a peg down or to Lady Cowper. Benedict was honestly impressed with her wit, also he knew Penelope had it in her, since his brother was licking his wounds from his oh so sweet Pen sharp words still. And, when she was about to pour a glass of champagne at Penelope, which was when Benedict quickly swooped in. He was glad it didn't get on Penelope's dress, also he really liked the light colors she had on lately, and the pink she had on it just suited her so well. She looked like a fae with her pink dress, also her flaming red hair adds a bit of mischief, even though her pink dress gives an innocent look.

"You know, the ladies, we're just jealous of you. The ladies, especially Lady Cowper, didn't know how to dish out with their words like you can with your spark. So, Lady Cowper's typical words and her tantrum are meaningless. So don't let that dim your flame, Red."

Benedict said while Penelope looked up at him finally.

"Hey, you call me Red, why is that?" She asked, feeling her darker thoughts subsiding a bit.

"Umm, I'm not sure what you remember from the last ball. You called me Benny before, so I thought it would be fitting since you gave me a nickname I might as well."

He answered with half truth, kind of wishing she called him that again, even though the reason he calls her red has a different meaning.

"Oooh, when I was drunk, I called you Benny. That's so improper of me. I'm so sorry, oh God, I didn't say anything strange?" Her face suddenly became red, just as she looked down and Benedict squeezed her hand gently.

"No, you didn't, and I actually liked that you called me Benny. And, doesn't Colin call you Pen, can't I call you something tasteful of your bright character as well?" He asked, feeling silly for being a bit jealous.

"Alright, Benny, if you're sure. As for Red, I like it, the nickname you've given me. I just remembered the proposition I have for you…" She lingered, but before they could continue they heard a loud noise.

Both their eyes widened at what they just walked into an unconscious lord Nerbrook, just as Lady Daphne punched him earlier and Duke Simon looking shocked at the altercation.

"Bloody hell, sister, are you alright?" Benedict asked, just as he quickly went to a shocked Daphne.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" Daphne stopped when the duke intervened with a sense of pride in his voice.

"Knocking the chump right out, he deserved it," Simon said while Benedict's eyes widened.

"Daph, did that Nigel scum hurt you or anything,"

Benedict asked in concern, just as Penelope got closer and overheard Daphne's whispering.

"Ben, he said Anthony is making a contract for me to marry him, and it's set. Is that true!" Daphne yelled, absolutely vivid, and Penelope didn't blame her.

Benedict looked extremely guilty, just as Daphne pushed him away.

"Daph, you know how stubborn Anthony gets when he has an idea in his head. I was going to make sure it wasn't going to happen, it won't happen…" Benedict begged while Penelope and the duke were quiet observed of the sibling spat.

"Well, brother, what should I do now since my supposed fiancé got knocked out by me. I'll be ruined… and I don't want to marry this geezer." Daphne said while everyone became quiet.

"What if the weasel is silenced and it's not like it's official yet." Everyone turned their heads as Penelope chimed in.

"There is just no way he will tell everyone that he got punched by a viscount's sister, and a woman at that. I know you haven't had many callers, making it seem like he's the only option, but what if it doesn't have to be." Penelope said while staring at the duke with a slight smirk.

"'Miss featherington, is it? Why do I feel slightly intimidated besides your giggle?" He questioned while Penelope looked lost for a moment, but Daphne let out a slight laughter of her own. Ah, Penelope must have done something with her drunk dream. Starting tomorrow, Penelope really needs to be careful with the alcohol.

"Well, it's starting to come back to me at Lady Danbury ball. If I recall, you and Miss Daphne had chemistry of bantering. Why don't y'all pretend to court, so that way Daphne can get many callers to weasel her way out of that weasel, and I know duke Hastings that you might want a break from the screaming mamas." Penelope suggested while daphne and the duke both said absolutely not.

However, Penelope could see Benedict looking at her, and she felt something under his gaze she's only felt a few times before. It's something she didn't want to look further into and locked this feeling away many times.

"Penelope, as if I would let this rake duke court me,"

Daphne snapped as she crossed her arms.

"For once, I agree with Miss Daphne, since she mostly can't handle my charm and would be quite overwhelmed with her judgmental morals." Simon said, but Penelope could detect a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Handle, excuse me your Grace, I'm not sure if you just saw me pummel a man twice my size. I'm sure I can handle your ego, I'm just not sure you can pretend to be a fellow gentleman to court me." Daphne said with a humph, just as she crossed her arms.

Yep, Daphne took the bait.

"Well, from what I'm seeing, it looks like you two can pull it off, just by the quick wit conversation you two share. I think Miss featherington idea is a brilliant one, especially just an idea for now you two can try. While you pretend to court, I'll make Athonthy change his mind and I can see what I can find about Lord Nigel." Benedict cut in, which made Penelope nervous with what Benedict would use to find out information.

Not many people knew about Benedict's underground connections he indulged in occasionally, but Penelope knew and she felt nervous of the prospect.

Daphne and Simon looked at each other, which made Penelope internally roll her eyes since their chemistry is so obvious except the couple themselves. God, Anthonthy and Kate were fireworks with their obvious eye contact. In the corner of her eye, her eyes met Benedict, and it seemed they were thinking the same thing. She quickly looked away, hating how her face started blushing. She already knew her crush on Benedict, but he most likely did not see her in that way, so she needed to keep it together.

In the end, Daphne and Simon agreed to Penelope's plan, just as they walked out to set the scene. Penelope and Benedict and a still unconscious Nigel were left.

"Benedict, I think it's best to leave him there now, he will come to eventually. Who knows, maybe Lady Whistledown will do us a favor, and embarrass him enough to not show his face to society." Penelope said while making an attempt to grab his hand. Although she could write about Lord Nigel, which might not be a bad idea, but unfortunately it would be too obvious for the actual witness to pick up her identity.

Benedict was still quiet, but he held her hand to indicate he was listening.

"Benedict, I know, but don't do anything rash. Sometimes the best revenge, especially from a weasel like that. It's best to tear down his character one by one, of what makes himself a supposed gentleman, and he would ever regret ever hurting your sister who I consider my friend." Penelope reassured him, almost sighing in relief as his muscles relaxed, and his deathly glare diminished entirely once he looked at her.

"Penelope, everyone, including myself. Really misjudge you, you're really a blazing red with brilliance." Benedict complimented while her face started to get red like her hair.

"I wouldn't say that, you, I mean your family. Especially Eloise, y'all always treat me like family, I'm just returning the favor of protecting, no biggie." Penelope explained, wondering how she could cool her face down.

Damn he's giving her that wily grin of his, please be quiet, oh so beating heart. She almost squealed when he moved a loose curl away from her face.

"You mentioned you had a proposition for me, you and I got distracted by that waste of space, do you mind telling me now?" He asked her while she had to count to 100 to clear her thoughts

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"Ah yes, that, you know. I think you will have a lot on your mind to chew after all this. If you're still interested, you can meet to hear it at the next event, or if you truly want to know. You can pop on by the Featherington home, since I believe soon the callers will die down. So you'll be safe from being badgered if you visit, besides, no one like the ton suspects anything of a Bridgerton brother around me." Penelope said, feeling a bit hurt at her admission even though it was the truth.

However, she was shocked by how Benedict's eyes darkened, and he chew his lip thoughtfully.

"Penelope, Colin is your dear friend who visits you, then what am I?" He asked her while she held his gaze.

"I'm not sure, I guess you're little sister's friend, an accomplice to where it's going with Lord Nigel. Then what do you consider me, Benedict Bridgerton?" She asked, the only noise is the faded music and the crickets chirping.

They both were quiet, still staring deeply at each other with their own thoughts. Finally, Benedict lifted her hand up, and kissed her palm briefly looking directly at her.

"Like you told my brother, a gentleman who you enjoy my immense company and I say on my end it's mutual. Don't forget I'm still a man, Miss Penelope, and I'm afraid you might give a proposition to some other gentleman in the future. I shall call upon you soon, however you interpret it, I'll follow your lead because you have definitely caught this artist's eye, Miss Featherington." Benedict confessed, also right before Penelope could say anything, Lord Nigel began to wake up.

His soft expression changed quickly, just as he gently pushed her to get out of here. Before she could say anything more, he kissed her hand again, and then gave her a flirtatious wink. Penelope for once didn't put up a fight. As Penelope walked herself away from the garden, still in shock, since she never thought Benedict Bridgerton would ever flirt with her that outlandishly in a million years. She almost wondered if he was drunk or high, but she didn't sense anything. Of course, Penelope did plan to seduce Benedict in the future, but that was like the way, way future like in her second or third social season.

More so, the proposition she had for him keeps on changing because Benedict has become unorthodox. For now, she's just going to enjoy the flow, and be happy she accomplished how the duke and daphne have gotten together. Well, fake together, but still something. Now, she has to wait before she can publish her next column, and to take care of Marina. As for Lord Nigel, him being alone with Benedict right now, Pénélope has a feeling he won't be a lasting thorn of a problem for the Bridgertons this time around. In the past or was it the future? She remembered how Benedict told her how he wished knew sooner about Lord Nigel. Well, as Pénélope looked back, she had a feeling that Pénélope might not need to write a column to scare off Lord Nigel.

If she time traveled or not, Benedict Bridgerton is a mysterious polygon.

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

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Thank you again y'all for your reviews! I replay as soon as I can. I think this is one of my chapters I have loved writing so far. This has a lot to do with Benedict's perspective which will become a huge turning point. And Colin will be getting a bit bash from a sassy Penelope. However, fair warning with a turning point between everyone in this chapter.

Chapter 7

Benedict Bridgerton was a simple man most of the time. As he took off his suit, only now having his loose pants on, and taking a swing of his bourbon as he stayed in his private apartment he owns in London. It's been a long day, more like a long night as he took care of Lord Nigel. His body leaned against the bay window, watching the stragglers of London still up, even though it's like two in the morning now. He remembered back in the garden, hating how the weasel woke up, and interrupted up his time with Miss Red. He was going to follow Penelope's advice, leaving the weasel out cold and stranded on the ground. Benedict didn't even get a dance from her, but his brother Colin did which he shook his head of his darker thoughts. Once Nigel woke up, Benedict had his foot on Nigel's chest, and had a hidden pistol over the sweating weasel's head.

Benedict always carried a gun hidden on his person, but he always tried to say it's for his own safety, especially with some of the networks and company he's been keeping lately over the years. However, the gun had a deeper meaning to him, which was almost like his own hidden salvation of a way out if things got too complicated.

"You are loved, Benedict Bridgerton…" Penelope's strange confession has started to haunt him, also lately the gun has been feeling more lately as a weight instead of a saving grace.

Nigel looked scared shitless as Benedict threatened him. More so, he said as a brother who's just trying to uphold his distressed sister. He's within his right to ask Nigel for a duel, but of course the weasel wouldn't do it. For now, Benedict managed to scare him off, and Benedict needs to look more into his darker connections to see if there's any dirt on the weasel.

When Benedict came from the maze and now out into the garden, he still saw the party in full swing. People are still dancing and twirling around in the main garden. His eyes widened when he saw Daphne and Simon becoming the main event in the center. Despite everything, he felt like Simon made a good fit for Daphne. Miss Penelope sure had a key eye, speaking of her, his grin fell when he saw Penelope dancing with Colin. Benedict knew he had no right to be jealous, she could dance with whoever, but with Colin he couldn't help feeling a twinge of anxiety. It made Benedict realize he really needed to start considering what Miss Penelope was to him. She asked herself, so it's only fair of Benedict to quickly figure that out. Colin always called Pen his dear friend, even though he and even the ton think Colin's a bit of a dolt for that.

As Penelope danced with Colin, Benedict knew right away he did not care for it, and a friend shouldn't feel like this. Benedict didn't want to be friends with Miss Penelope. However, he was at the age, but marriage still scared the shit out of him. And, she's freshly out and just nineteen, and at least Daphne was 21 when she presented herself to society. He felt Penelope was a bit too young to present herself to society and he hated the reason why he knew why her mother was adamant to present her out young. The ton calls her an oversized wallflower, not good enough to fit in the ton, even though he finds it so wrong from this hypocritical society. He could name everyone at this party who are not all pure as rain as they claim. He could name the illicit affairs, gambling debts, who likes to reside into the black market, especially for drugs. It's not fair, but it's where they live.

More so, he actually considered not getting married since Anthony has more of that pressure. He also thought Colin would get married before him, since his brother was always the romantic type and everyone thought she might marry Penelope in the future. Well now, Benedict wasn't so sure what's going on with those two. From what he heard from Colin, how Penelope has changed, and how she has become a bit cruel. Don't get him started on Maria or was it Marianne, whatever, he had to hear Colin and the ton mooning after her. He only saw her once possibly, he didn't really see it, but possibly because he's distracted with Miss Penelope.

For some reason, Penelope is no longer harboring a crush for Colin anymore, even though her heart can still change. As for Colin, Benedict thinks he's only mooning after Miss Thompson, since Penelope is distancing herself from Colin. Colin reminds Benedict of a little kid, acting out because his favorite toy no longer pays attention to him. Yeah, he's all about bro code, but Colin is just too immature for this situation. Colin can dick around whenever he wants, thanks to the advantage of being a man in this society, but Penelope has a lot to depend on if a man pays attention to her. As fucked up as it is, it's the bitter truth.

Benedict left the party, his mind still on with them dancing, which made him resolve something. Even in the present, as he poured himself another glass and started to light up his cigarette. He's had his fair share of lovers, but he started to hate the expiration he has had to put on his past flings and relationships. He's never quite desired someone before, but when Penlope took charge of the Nigel situation and he always did notice her wit she would keep behind her shy facade. Benedict Bridgerton wanted her, as to what, he already started calling her Red and he liked when she called him Benny. He wasn't quite sure what proposition she had in mind for him, but he had a feeling it might have something to do with the helpful idea she had for Daphne and the Duke to pull. However, maybe he can change Penelope's mind that they could court for real, but maybe a long engagement. And if she wanted someone else, even though it would most likely hurt him, he would step down for her because he wanted her to feel like she had a choice where as a woman her options were limited.

Although he would try everything he could for Penelope to not ever. He didn't even know why he felt like this, but he did not want his brother Colin to marry or court Penelope Featherington.

Just as he finished his cigarette, throwing out his bud and finished off his drink. He started to get tired, but more like drained. He didn't even bother to make it to his bed, he just crashed onto his bed and passed out. However, as he dreamed, he dreamt again of a woman with fiery red hair and just as she was about to jump into a lake. He had her in his arms, his lips were cold, but her lips were warm and passionate against his. He almost felt like she was breathing life into him instead of the other way around.

Suddenly, her fiery red hair became lighter, and almost like a blonde halo. And as he opened his eyes, he no longer saw blue-bell eyes, but an emerald green color and the lips against his were cold. The woman was different now, with blonde and green eyes, and her body against his didn't feel right.

"You think you deserve her, she will run off, just like I did for a better man. No, a better Bridgerton man, who is a knight in shining armor, not a Bridgerton who's broken beyond repair and can't compete with Colin." The woman said before Benedict woke up in cold sweat.

It was now morning, the sunlight streaming through his dark curtains, and he let out a huge groan. He couldn't understand this anxiety pouring into his heart, also why he felt some tears going down his face, even though his dream felt far away now. However, for some reason, he had an itch to draw. He grabbed his sketchbook, looking at his clock throughout, just as an anxious plan began to develop by calling upon one Penelope Featherington.

Xox

Penelope let out a slight giggle as she looked through her window. It was bright and a new day, also Mrs. Varley hasn't busted in her room yet, so it must mean a break from callers for the day. All the callers are all over at the Bridgerton manor, which Penelope could see clear as day. Simon and Daphne really put on a show last night, even though their chemistry is so obvious, which is funny how the couple just doesn't see it. Truthfully, Penelope was looking forward to the day to herself, even though she wished it was under better circumstances.

It's more than obvious that poor Marina is locked up in her room, so Penelope plans to sneak in later tonight to see if she could talk to Marina and figure out the baby's situation. More so, Penelope has been watching the mail being taken in, so far her mother has not vandalized Marina's mail. And, she's still seeing mail sent to Marina by Sir George, that's still good at least.

Penelope was about to take out her journal, which kept her plans of her fix-it to do list. However, she halted when Mrs. Varley busted in, and started going through her closet.

"Wait, Mrs. Varley, what's going on?" Penelope asked, putting her journal back.

"Thought finally a break, especially with Miss Marina out and all the gentlemen gawking now to the diamond. But no, stubborn Bridgerton, concerned about Marina's state, shall not leave. You, Miss Penelope, take care of that supposed friend of yours." Mrs Varley badgered while fixing Penelope up.

Penelope took a huge sigh as she stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Last night, she danced with Colin, and she hated how her heart fluttered in a happy bliss. It was only a moment, which quickly broke when Colin danced with her for an ulterior motive to ask about Marina. More so, he asked her about Penelope dancing with Benedict, which really started to piss her off. She did dance with Colin last night, but once the song ended she was the one who dipped and left Colin once the song ended. It felt pretty good, also she's beginning to see how much validation she used to seek from Colin, and her not feeding him attention drove him mad.

So Penelope took her time getting ready, despite Mrs. Varley hurrying her along. Finally, Penelope settled with a light blue dress and she's really letting her hair flow down more. As she got down, she saw Colin eating some snacks in the foyer room, and holding roses as usual. However, she noticed something else, but she couldn't quite see.

"Ah, Pen, it's good to see you. My house is such a madhouse, ever since Daphne possibly landed with a Duke. Our house is so busy, I noticed the gentleman that Miss Thompson had is over there now, even a few of the gentlemen who spent time with you as well. Like I said, not to give those gentlemen the time, since they can be very fickle." Colin explained while Penelope sat next to him on the couch. They weren't alone of course, since a few of the servants were watching them. Her father was out, her sisters were still possibly sleeping, and Penelope needed to check later where her mother might have gone. Her mother is always plotting something, so she better be one step ahead.

"And yet, here you are Colin. I'm pretty sure my mother gave in advance to possible callers for my cousin that she will be out sick for a while. The season is still early, so it's not surprising, and they are respecting my cousin who needs some time for herself." Penelope said while giving Colin a look.

Colin scratched his neck, looking a bit embarrassed now. Good, he should feel guilty.

"Sorry, Pen, argh. I really messed up, wait, I wanted to see you too. Here!" Benedict handed her a book, which did catch her interest. Funny, she could have sworn she saw this book when she was out with Eloise.

"The book, umm, I asked Eloise what books you've been reading lately. I heard you and Eloise went to a bookstore, so I decided to get it for you because I just feel like lately we've grown apart." Colin explained while Penelope was quiet as she took in the book.

Penelope did give Colin credit, he did make the effort to get her a book she possibly liked. However, Colin should have known better to take advice from Eloise, since this book was a butt of jokes between her and Eloise. Although it could have been between her and Colin if he knew about her.

"Colin, are you sure you got the right book?" Penelope asked, keeping her face blank as Colin perked up.

"What, I think so- 'A guide to Crochet for beginners'. I know you're trying new things as a lady now out in society, so I wanted to show my support and I'm in your corner." Colin explained all proudly while Penelope took everything in her not to shake her head.

"Colin, where did you get the pouch that holds your coins?" She questioned, trying everything she could to keep her frustration in.

Colin furrowed his eyebrows before he took out a nice material. It had a green and blue color blended together, which was also quite sturdy and fashionable.

"See, in the future, you can possibly make something beautiful like this. It's very handy, I take it everywhere with me, I got it from…" Colin stopped for a moment, just as Penlope waited for the wheels to turn in his head.

Yep, it finally did when his eyes widened and his mouth gasped.

"Wait, Penelope, you made this for me like last year. Oh shit, then this book…" Colin lingered while Penelope sighed gently.

"I made it for you three Christmases ago, I am glad to see it's still in mint condition. As for the book, Eloise was pulling your leg, since she and I both know how I loved to crochet in my spare time. And, I always croche when I give out presents for people I care about!" Penelope couldn't help raising her voice, she had never felt this upset before at Colin.

She thought Colin almost marrying Marina or actually marrying Sophie made her heart break. No, for some reason, a piece of her heart broke over this and felt much worse. She truly felt she lost a friend, who she cared more about than he did for her.

Colin looked flabbergasted and guilt driven. "God, Penelope, I am so sorry. I really trusted Eloise, also you still could have gotten ideas from this book, since you always like reading. Pen…" He was startled when she got up.

She has cried over Colin Bridgerton many times. She would not let him see her cry and it was not worth wasting her energy on an argument. This was the nail of the coffin that she needed to closely shut her heart off towards Colin Bridgerton. She still thought of him fondly as her friend, but now she wasn't as sure.

"Mr. Bridgerton, I thank you for the book, I appreciate what you tried to do. You said we're growing apart, but it's me like growing up and realizing our friendship we supposedly had reminds me of a sandcastle. It takes two to build a strong sand castle, but if one is not attune with the other, it's easy for the sandcastle to be washed away. I think it's best if you go, Marina should be well soon, but I suggest instead of flowers bring her something more concrete." Penelope said sternly, gripping the book in her hand.

Suddenly, she felt someone grab her shoulder gently, and she quickly turned around to a desperate Colin.

"Pen, please, let me make this up to you. Tell me what you want, I'll buy you something better to make up for my silly mistake." Colin pleaded before Penelope shook him off.

"Mr. Bridgerton, if you truly did know me, you would have not made that mistake to begin with. And please from now on, don't call me Pen anymore, and to remember your fortailties with me since I am a woman out in society. One mistake can cost me everything, so I don't want people to get the wrong idea between us." Once Penelope finished, she started to head back up stairs with a heavy heart.

She heard Colin call out to her, but she ignored him and was glad one of the servants was about to escort him out. However, she stopped when she heard her name being called with a different voice. Although this was a different nickname and it made her heart flutter.

"Miss Red, if you would be so kind as to spare me some of your time, since I wish to call upon you." Penelope slowly turned back around and stood in shock at Benedict.

Benedict held paper red roses, he must have made himself, and was giving her a wily grin. In the corner of her eye, she saw the face of Colin before he got kicked out the front door. The absolute devastation and jealousy on his face made Penelope feel at peace. One cannot not know what you're missing once it's gone. Penelope wasn't the little girl in love with Colin anymore, but she had options and she wished that she never wasted her crush on Colin.

"Benny?" She squealed out, feeling a bit embarrassed for her voice straining. She was just shocked, since she never thought Benedict would come over. She figured eventually he might, but she was only partly joking of him possibly being her caller.

"Is now a good time to talk about your proposition, fair warning in the future. I can be a very patient man but your sense of suspense is killing me here. So do you accept me calling upon you?" Benedict asked while Penelope still stared at him dumbly.

She knew he was only exaggerating about the idiom killing, but it brought back to how he did end his life the first time around. Could she save him, was she worthy even getting these flowers since she wasn't truly like Benedict's other exciting lovers. She was plain Jane, Penelope, even if she turned back time to change herself. She was still herself, so she didn't feel worthy of being called upon Benedict. More so, Penelope Featherington has never had a man who ever came for just herself.

"Red, hey, Penelope. Are you okay?" Benedict asked in concern, not even realizing she's gripping the railing.

Suddenly, she found herself falling, but then arms wrapping around her. Before she let darkness consume her, she heard Benedict's voice that sounded far away.

"Damn, I wanted to sweep her off her feet with my proposal, not make her faint! Wait, why is she holding a beginners guide of croche? Does she need to teach her cousin or her sisters' mad skill of crocheting?" He asked out loud. Penelope felt a sense of guilt with troubling thoughts in her sleep.

She only ever made Benedict one thing from her croche, so it surprised her how he knows about her skills. It's really making herself finalized she truly fell for the wrong Bridgerton… it should have been Benedict.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Penelope could feel herself being maneuvered over to the couch. Many voices echoed around her, but she could detect Benedict and was that Marina's voice? She wanted to wake up, but something stopped herself from doing so. Suddenly, she heard the obnoxious pocket watch, but she was confused because she hid it under her floorboard. A sense of anxiety heightened her when all she could hear now was ticking. More so, her darkened vision turned into a new scenery. She knew it was a dream, but she couldn't interact in this dream. Mostly just watching, almost like she's reading a picture book, and had to wait in the sidelines. She saw the familiar Aubrey Hall lake, but it was light out and morning. In the distance, she saw a woman with blonde hair, and green eyes twinkling at her. Wait, why did that woman look familiar to her? Penelope wanted to stop that woman from falling into the lake, but she couldn't move at all. Wait, she felt something in her hand, was it a mullet?

Suddenly, she saw someone dove into the water, and she just had a strange feeling a Bridgerton brother played the rescue. Before she could see which brother saved the blond in distress. The woman gave a triumphed smirk, but Penelope could only squeeze out loud.

"Sophie…." Penelope whispered before the dream faded.

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"I swear, you Bridgerton men just don't know any manners. Why, pray tell, Mr. Bridgerton is my cousin unconscious?" Marina yelled while glaring at Benedict.

Benedict put his hands up in a peaceful gesture.

"Miss Lady Marianne, I assure you, I think she just got overwhelmed. My brother Colin and her had a spat, which she put him in his place and my brother is how you say pretty pig-headed. Argh, where is the damn doctor, she shouldn't be this out for this long." Benedict said with worry while Marina looked at him curiously.

"Mr Bridgerton, my name is Marina or Miss Thompson, but I'm beginning to understand your short-sightedness. Do you care for my cousin or is it just a game to you like your younger brother is playing with me to make my cousin jealous?" She asked him seriously, since she's gotten quite close to Penelope over the weeks. She saw Penelope as her younger sister, even though sometimes she felt the roles were reversed. Marina couldn't put her finger on it, it almost felt like she knew Miss Penelope in another life, even though that's impossible. But the closeness and Penelope as a confidence to her made her truly feel like that at times.

Benedict looked at Marina closely, noticing the sharpness in her words. It's nice to see the gene pool of the Featherington family has bright and capable women, but maybe it unfortunately skipped Penelope's sisters.

"My apologies, Miss Thompson. So you caught on to what my idiotic brother was doing, even though my brother was too blind to see him playing pull-the pig tails routine. I care for Miss Penelope, which is why I called upon her." He said while indicating to the paper roses.

Marina widened her eyes to the hand made paper roses on the coffee table, a vibrant red color, and it almost looked real unless you touched it. Marina looked at him in a different light, she didn't get to know Benedict much, but she knew his brother very well. She already has a man in her heart, so she humored along with the other gentlemen who just saw her as something new. Colin was at least more genuine, but more like in a naive sense Marina could tell. However, she could tell Colin would always look at Penelope's way, and Penelope would not give him the time of day. She respected Penelope once she fully found out how Colin dismissed Penelope's feelings a lot. Marina just found it entertaining, the more Colin tried to flirt with Marina, which was desperate to make Penelope jealous. Marina did find it despicable as well, but Penelope really didn't give a damn, and Penelope told Marina to not marry him not out of jealousy. Penelope says you deserve better than a man who makes you feel you're not enough. Regardless, Marina wasn't going to marry anyone if it was George, and she just didn't feel right if she stole a man that Penelope fancied. It just didn't sit right with her.

"Fair warning, Mr. Bridgerton, as a lady I am limited. However, a woman scorned is sharper than any man's sword, so if you hurt her in any way you have me to answer to." Marina warned with a blank smile while Benedict tilted his head.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Miss Thompson, it's nice to see someone looking out for her. Since you're looking out for her, I won't mention you're right as rain, even though I've been hearing you're quite ill. Don't worry, we're all prone to our secrets as long as it does not affect those around us." Benedict said while Marina looked at him cautiously. Before she could say anything more, Penelope started to wake up.

"Sophie…" She whispered loudly while Marina and Benedict looked in confusion.

Who on earth is Sophie?

The curiosity died when Penelope woke up with a gasp. Marina held her hand while Benedict stood back to give her some space.

"Marina, wait, what?" Penelope asked groggily before Marina hushed her and gave her some water.

"Are you okay, Pen?" Marina asked, which Marina was allowed to call her that as well.

Penelope sat up while looking around. She then saw Benedict, then Marina, and then the paper roses.

"Oh Benny, I really liked the roses, you made them? Sorry, I think I'm coming down on what Marina had, but she has been feeling better, thank goodness." Penelope rushed out, her brain feeling mushy.

She wasn't sure, but that dream gave her like a foreshadow of a warning?

Penelope's breath hitched when Benedict gently padded her hair.

"I'm glad you like them, Penelope, I got inspired by your fetching red hair. The doctor should be here shortly, I think you should rest, and the right thing to do if you're coming down something like Miss Thompson here. If you allow me to call upon you next time, I would also make another pair of flowers and I would like to add a proposition for you, if that's alright?" Benedict asked Penelope and she could only nod dumbly.

"What…?" Penelope asked, but before she could ask a doctor was already coming their way.

Benedict gave a slight tilt of his head while heading out. The doctor started examining her, but Penelope didn't pay the doctor no mind. She saw Marina giving her an approving nod, and Penelope felt like she was missing something here.

Unknown to her, Benedict Bridgerton was making plans to court Penelope, and Colin Bridgerton was plotting to sabotage.

Chapter 9: Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

For an entire week Daphne had callers left and right next door. In the Featherington household, Marina is still fighting the pretend bug, which the other Featherington girls seem to have caught as well. Of course, It's all to keep up with appearances. Portia was trying to figure out what to do about Marina, plotting and planning to wed her off probably before Marina started to show. However, Penelope and Marina have been plotting as well, making sure Marina's letters don't get swapped. Penelope went to Marina, told her what her mother was up to, and Penelope would keep a scout out to make sure the letters don't get compromised. Marina does not want to marry any of these older gentlemen that Portia kept suggesting to her. Penelope told Marina it's best for now to play along, see what Sir George wants to do about the baby situation, and go from there. Penelope will make sure Marina gets the letter from Sir George, also her cousin Marina does not get married to anyone, unless it's at least to a Sir Crane or for sure not a single Bridgerton man. More so, specifically Colin.

Speaking of the Bridgertons, but a more specific one. For the whole week, Penelope has been given hand-made flowers every morning, with a poem nestled in the petals, and each of the poems always compares to her flaming red hair. More than anything, Penelope is extremely confused, and even her entire family is extremely baffled. Although Marina would smile and encourage Penelope to take Benedict seriously. Penelope wanted to confront him, but he delivered the flowers before she could catch him. Her mother was negative, thinking that Benedict was just being friendly, since Penelope was all just a family friend. Penelope never mentioned to her mother that Benedict came to call upon her last time. Her mother didn't need to know that tidbit of information, since Penelope was still trying to figure it out herself. As for Colin, she had not heard a peep from him, which she found kind of strange. Pretty soon, Penelope felt like she would be having a lot of confrontations soon, so she's sort of enjoying herself by being held up in her room.

In a sense, it gave her some time to grieve for her past life, even though it does seem a bit silly in her head. She doesn't regret at all coming back to the past, she's already seeing much improvements, and everything is just the beginning. As she saw the many paper flowers over her desk, in various colors, but the purple mixed with canary yellow made her heart jump. It's like two different families coming together, just as she saw the lone red flower among them. In her past life, Benedict gave her a single rose, but she was too sad to reminisce about the memory.

"What are you playing Benny?" She whispered to herself before she blew out her candle.

She grabbed her cloak behind her, along with her pouch and column, just as she made her way outside her room. Her entire manor was quiet, which she expected as much. Her father was out gambling as usual, which she really needed to find ways to prevent him from gambling away. More specifically, her dowry, since he's already flushed two already. Her mother was usually out on Fridays, along with her was Mrs. Varley, so Penelope tended to venture out on Fridays and Sundays since it's safer for her to send her columns out. As for Marina, she started getting morning sickness, so she was out cold and her sisters never paid Penelope any mind. Once she got outside the manor, she nestled closer to her hoodie, just as she walked a block away down the street. Upon arriving at her predestination, she saw the carriage which she called ahead of time, and she slowly made herself in.

Penelope sighed, leaning her head against the headrest, and debating if she wanted to make any last changes. She trusted the carriage driver, he was an older gentleman, Mr. Oscar. It was a wonderful chance for her to meet the older man, at the marketplace, which most of the commoners reside in.

It was last year, which was when she started to get into the business as Ladywhistledown. She was undercover as a maid, since she wasn't out in society yet, and needed some more information to get her column started. Instead of finding a story, she found a young woman, who was about a couple years older than her. Her name was Gertie, trying to sell makeshift crochet items, but it wasn't that good. Penelope spotted the potential, which gave her an idea. In the end, Penelope gave lessons to croche, and Gertie would give her the gossip. And Penelope was a mad crochet worker, so she would make items for Gertie. She would get Gertie's silence and Gertie's older father who couldn't do as much like he used. He would ride her to and from to the writing shop. They didn't know exactly who Penelope was, just a noble lady with many talents and secrets. She personally liked them very much, and she needs to think if there's something she could do to help their financial situation in the future.

Suddenly, they came to a stop, just as she was being escorted out by Mr. Oscar. He was a tall, lanky man, with a dark mass of hair that made him bigger than he looked. However, he was a gentle giant, and Penelope smiled at him.

"Thanks, Mr. Oscar, I appreciate it. I have no problem getting out myself, you know how me and Gertie worry about your back." Penelope said with a slight scolding tone, but she could never be mad with Mr. Oscar.

As usual, Mr. Oscar smiled at her, and tilted his hat.

"Now, now, I know, lass. You're a lady, even though I know you're more than capable. As a gentleman, I can't help it, and a husband you find in the future best to treat you in consideration like he should." Mr. Oscar said while Penelope only shook her head. To be honest, he was like the only father figure she had, and he was warmer and considerate than her father would ever be. She almost wondered if it's class thing? She noticed common people are more affectionate while nobles tend to hide behind with a cold mask. Of course the Bridgertons were the noble exception, but it was very rare to see a warm noble family. She even had this discussion with Marina, with Marina saying how she doesn't want her child to grow in a cold and bitter household. Penelope had to stop herself from saying children, since she knew that Marina will have twins. It's a lot on Penelope, since she had to keep it to herself a lot about her past.

Mr Oscar waited for Penelope, not too far away from the shop, just as she made herself inside. She wasn't in the one Theo resided yet, which made her consider whether she should switch to see if Eloise never meets Theo. However, a huge guilt pinned her to the thought, and she hated being a traveler for a moment. However, she's reminded of an alive Benedict, and the right impacts she's having on people. Penelope needs to keep reminding herself she's doing something good, just as she finished betting her endorsement for her next column.

It's all for the best, just as she continues this column. Is it truly for the best? A thought whispered snidely to her, just as she got out of the shop.

She was quicker than she thought, so she wasn't surprised not to see Oscar back yet. Penelope would give him a tip, which would pay for his meds which he would get at the small pharmacy. Penelope watched herself, debating going inside the pharmacy, but she truly wanted to rest and it looked like he was finishing up through the window.

She got herself inside the carriage, even though it took her a minute. As she adjusted herself, about to shut the door, she then noticed she wasn't alone.

Before the dark figure could move, she always kept a dagger, hidden underneath her skirts. Funny enough, Mr. Oscar gave it to her, saying a lady should always carry something at night.

"My underground partner shall be here soon, if ya know what's good for ya, leave!" She threatened, with a fake Scottish accent she uses, trying to keep composed.

"Well, Red, I indulge a bit with an underground business. Who would know sweet little Penelope staying out this late, care to share?" Out of all people, Benedict sat across from her, and she got a sense of deja vu because this was how Benedict caught her last time. However, that was like her third social season, and she's barely in her first one.

"Ah fuck, Benny,'you got to be bloody to be kidding me, again!" Penelope swore, just as Benedict whistled.

"I must say, you even swear as well. I'm really liking this other side of you, Red." He said with a wink until she smelled him.

"Benedict, are you drunk, wait, how did you find me?" She asked, before she could answer, Mr. Oscar came up to them.

"Thanks again for the meds, Lady Maiden. Wait, who is this, sir you need to…"Penelope could see Oscar looking something to use as a threat before Penelope put her hand up.

"Oh no, Mr. Oscar, this gentleman here is an acquaintance of mine. Mr. Oscar, do you mind if we take a detour?" She asked before Benedict laid his head on her lap.

"Aw, Red, stupid Col's your friend. Am I just your friend's brother who wants to court ya?" He asked while giving her a puppy look.

Penelope sighed before feeling herself blushing. She could see that Mr. Oscar was trying to cover his laughter, but it was a failed attempt.

"As you can see Mr. Oscar, my… companion." She stopped for a moment when Benedict hugged her knees tighter and mumbled tempting nymph under his breath.

"Is harmless, do you mind if we go to you and Gertie's place, so I can sober him up. I'll make it up…" She stopped when Oscar shook his head.

"No problem, Miss Maiden. And, if your companion gives you trouble, I'll take care of it." He said with a threat underneath while Benedict gave a salute.

As Oscar shuts the door, just as the carriage started up with the horses. She could see Benedict dozing off, but she flicked his forehead.

"Benedict, I swear, you have a lot explaining to do…" She whispered, but then her breath hitched when Benedict put his head up. He straightened himself up, looking completely sober, despite smelling like alcohol.

"I feel like it's mutual, since it seems we're keeping some secrets. I feel like we have a lot to discuss, don't you?" He asked while Penelope stared stupidly at him. God damn, he's slick, she forgot he would do that at times. To pretend to be drunker than normal, he also taught her that, and she's internally kicking herself for not noticing that performance.

Penelope straightened up, just as she looked straight up.

"Alright, Benedict, before we do anything. I feel like I should finally offer my proposition to you…" She said, just as Benedict paid attention to her offer.

Chapter 10: Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Benedict Bridgerton had to admit many people overlooked Penelope's character. Here they were, in the commoner part of the ton, and smoking a joint that Penelope got from the older gentleman she called Oscar. They were on the front porch of a withered house, which belonged to Penelope's employees. There were a lot of things that Penelope was showing him by just being near her on this night. He felt that Eloise, Penelope's closest friend, probably didn't know much about what Penelope was up to and about it seems. It's funny, out of all people, Benedict the one who got closer to finding out who truly is Penelope Featherington.

"So, Red, I never knew you smoked?" He asked casually, taking a blunt of his joint while Penelope looked over at him curiously.

"I indulge more in cannabis, since it calms my frazzled mind to write and it makes me feel less guilty if I take a bite of sweets. You and Eloise do the cigarettes, the taste is too bitter for me, I rather just bite at the end of my quill." Penelope answered honestly before inhaling her joint.

Benedict could only just nod at her response, trying to hold in his chuckle because it's such a Penelope thing for her to say.

"That's fair, everyone has a preference. Sometimes I prefer smoking nicotine instead of the canabies. I'm not sure why, but I think it reminds me of when I would dry up my paintings." He answered, feeling comfortable in Penelope's presence.

Penelope hummed at this, also he wasn't sure, but a ghost of a grin appeared for a moment. Many times, he wondered what Penelope was thinking. Benedict had a good sense with reading people, but Penelope's thoughts were closed shut and she was unpredictable. It's what attracted him to his past lovers, something not as black and white in the ton, and there was a sense of curiosity as an artist he wanted to captivate in his mind.

"Benedict, I think it's time you tell me what you're doing here. No wait, let me rephrase my question. When you found me in that carriage, was it a coincidence or intentional?" Penelope's eyes looked glossy, but her stare towards him was sharp.

Benedict leaned against the porch, really trying to come up with an honest to God answer. Benedict used to pride himself more as the calm and quick-witted brother. However, he started to act quite impulsively, ever since he first made her those paper roses. No, his strange dreams which have been happening recently pushed him more.

For the past week, his dreams have gotten more vivid, to the point where he couldn't save someone. He only dreamt once of a blonde woman, which he truly couldn't remember. However, the star of his dream was a red-headed woman, and her features became clearer throughout the week.

At first, when Benedict had the impulse to make those papers roses, he just had a strange urge to give them to Penelope. When he bluntly said he would be courting her by the steps, which at first was an impulse. However, what drew him on was his brother Colin, and Benedict couldn't explain this rage and jealousy he felt towards his brother. Although Penelope looked like she wanted nothing to do with Colin, yet her broken expression reminded him of his darkest hours.

He truly wanted to see her smile, which he's beginning to see more and more. Benedict had his fair share of fighting of his own inner demons, but Penelope was just too pure and he never wanted to see that spark in her die out. Maybe that's why he has this strange impulse to court her, he almost felt like a kindred spirit with her, even though after all this time his interest has peaked now.

It would have been more understanding if Colin finally got his head out of his ass and noticed the true beauty of Penelope. However, after he did leave the featherington home while Penelope got checked upon by the doctor. Colin did wait for Benedict by the Bridgerton front gate, but Benedict chose to ignore him while his brother chewed him out as they went deeper into the garden for more privacy.

"I don't know what you're playing at Benedict, Pen is sweet and innocent. She doesn't need whatever you pulled just in there!" Colin yelled while Benedict took out his cigarette. He needed to stay calm and rational if he wanted to have this discussion with Colin. Too bad he doesn't have his flask on him.

"Colin, let me ask you something, you never once asked for my intention with Miss Marianne. The one who you intend to court, but Penelope is just your dearest platonic friend. So why are you so bothered if I call upon Miss Pen, you should be delighted since I am a familiar gentleman?" He questioned while Colin looked the other way.

Colin's knuckles tightened, just as Benedict inhaled his cigarette calmly.

"That's the thing brother, you think I don't know what you get up to. You indulge with opera singers, just like Anthony. You are a rake, you're even worse than Anthony since you don't at least seem to stick with one at a time. Why now, suddenly, and don't call her Pen!" Colin ranted, just as Benedict finished his cigarette.

He went closer to Colin, gently putting his hand on Colin's shoulder, even though Colin glared at him hatefully. In some ways, Colin was right about how Benedict tended to indulge a lot in sex. He doubted his brother knew about him lying with men, but he hated how his heart trembled for a moment and what Penelope would think if she ever found out. He just recently discovered himself being bisexual, he's still figuring himself out, and Henry helped him a lot navigating himself. It's just would Penelope understand, would she turn away and he had that fear about his family. His thoughts got darker for a moment until he got back to the present.

"Colin, is it hard to believe I possibly wanted to make some changes in my life? I'm at the milestone, hitting 24 now, and I want something different. And, don't you think it's a bit strange how much Penelope has changed in such a short time. I also want to make sure she's okay and I'm starting to see that she and I have a lot more in common than I thought. Besides, didn't she say you can no longer call her Pen, she never said that to me."

Benedict said a little petty while Colin's glare softened a bit. "I know Penelope changed, but I just thought of her coming out season. I just want things to go back like they used too.." Colin lingered before Benedict sighed a bit as he squeezed his brother's shoulder. Benedict forgets how young his brother is, even though Penelope is younger than both of them. However, he gets the impression that Penelope is wiser than them put together.

"Colin, life is a constant change, even if we don't want to face it. Penelope has a lot on her plate now, I think you need to take a step back, and really figure out what you want to do. If Penelope wishes, I'll keep calling upon her, just like how you will be calling upon Miss Marianne. Unless of course, you and I are fighting over the same girl?" Benedict asked before Colin looked the other way while shrugging Benedict's hand off.

His silence was enough of an answer for Benedict.

As Benedict started to head out first, leaving a contemplating Colin. However, Benedict added one more cent in.

"Colin, not once you corrected me, I messed up Miss Thompson's name several times. If you are going to court the woman, be sure to defend her name right, and not focus on a sort of pet name of the woman you're not even courting." With that Benedict left, which was the last time he and Colin spoke for a while.

The Bridgerton manor was too focused on Daphne getting callers, also Benedict had to tell Anthony about Nigel, but he had to be careful because Anthony tended to blow up like a kettle. Nigel only showed up once, on the first day Daphne got callers, but once he saw Benedict he wesessled himself out. Benedict's truly hoping the callers will die out the possible engagement with Nigel. He wasn't sure, but Daphne and the Duke seemed to be collaborating on how many flowers that Simon would send her. It's up to his sister, but he really hopes in the end those two get together. Besides making Penelope paper roses, even though his family has no idea and thinks he's running errands for Eloise to pass notes since Penelope is supposedly sick.

His family and Eloise don't know about him being the caller yet, but it seems Colin is keeping his mouth shut. More like brooding, who knows what his brother is thinking. Benedict knew another event coming up, which happened to do with an art gallery. Henry invited him because Benedict confided in him about being interested in Penelope. Him and Henry, we're sort of lovers once, but he felt more like friends with benefits. Now they're strictly platonic, also he knows Henry's arrangement for his love of someone else, and Benedict begins to see a pattern here. Henry, Genevieve, and now Penelope since she did have a torch for Colin for so long. Was he doomed to second male lead syndrome, how poetically depressing.

It was when his dreams started to get more vivid, especially how he felt like he needed to save Penelope from something. It was how that Friday night, he was going out to meet Henry, since these dreams really started to take a toll on his psyche. Sometimes Henry had some good sleep elixirs he could take.

He always trusted his gut, which was how he ended up following Penelope when he caught her passing by him. It was strange, he was going to go to Henry's place, talk about these strange dreams he's been having since he knew Henry would take him seriously. It just so happened he walked past Penelope, he stopped and decided to follow her by having his previous coachman follow them. He was curious why she was in this rundown part of London and he couldn't see what building she went into.

Benedict may be more of the calm and rational brother, but that didn't mean he could be quite cunning. He snuck into Penelope's carriage,waiting for her in anticipation. Maybe his dream was telling him something, maybe this was it, and he came at the right time. He did sigh in relief when she finally opened the carriage door. However, the way she changed her voice and threatened him with a dagger. He had to say he was never turned on so much in his life. He has indulged in some kink play in the past, he had to clear every single dirty idea he had with Penelope tying him up and having her way with him.

God, it was official when Benedict finally knew in that carriage. He physically and mentally wanted Penelope Featherington. Him acting drunk was all a ploy to avoid questions, but mostly he had to do everything he could to calm down and hide his excitement. More so, seeing Penelope living a secret life it seems, helped distract him as well.

In the present, It still surprises him how they are both smoking a joint without a care in the world.

"I'll answer some questions you have for me, if you ask me mine. Why did you follow me?" Penelope asked him again, which snapped him from his thoughts.

Benedict sighed, deciding to wait to disclose his dreams because it could be nothing. However, Benedict always went with his gut, and his intuition is usually right.

"I'll be honest, I was going out to paint and hang with a good friend of mine. When I passed by you, late at night, I guess you could say I was worried. So I asked my coach to follow you and here we are…" Benedict had his hands out while Penelope furrowed her eyebrows.

"Hmm, I see, did you see what I was doing by any chance?" She asked a bit sharply, but he could detect a sense of nervousness in his tone.

Benedict was always good at mincing words, using phrases, and getting someone's true intentions from his own word play. However, he wanted Penelope to trust him, so maybe she will disclose more to him with the trust he's offering her.

"Penelope, I'll be honest. I saw you go into a building but I didn't see who or what you were doing. You had a proposition for me, I feel like trust is a huge thing here, but as long as whatever you're doing you're being safe. Feel free to do whatever, it's your business, but I do hope someday you will feel comfortable enough to disclose someday." Benedict finished while finishing his joint.

He could see Penelope's eyes widened, also she bit her lip, and turned the other way. Finally, she looked back at him, and there was a genuine smile blooming up at him. Benedict felt his heart race, he wasn't sure if it was the drug or the emotions playing.

"Sometimes, I forget Benedict, you really don't judge. I want you to know if you go along with this plan, just know I'll never judge you, you have my promise. Whatever you feel like things you might be judged for I won't." Penelope said seriously and Benedict felt lost in the depth of the seriousness of her ocean eyes.

"As for the long awaiting proposition I have for you, I need your help to prevent a scandal and to help me." Penelope looked at him pleadingly in her eyes, which he truly looked at carefully.

"Of course, Red, what is it you need? Are you alright?" He hated the anxiety bursting through him, which made him more wary of what she was doing out in this part of London.

"Benedict, I'm not sure what your intentions are with calling upon me, but I need to ask. Someone I know in my family is with child, I need a huge distraction, with me courting you and I heard you have connections. I do want to get married someday, but I feel like I'm just not ready and am too young. Benedict, if it's possible, could we have a long three year engagement until I'm 21. Whatever happens in those three years, if you do find someone, and want to call it off I understand. I just really need this, as you can see, my options aren't great and to be honest you're the only gentleman I want." Penelope finished, feeling her face going extremely red.

She can't believe she just said that, but it's the damn truth. She's going after what she wants, screwing everything, and she feels being close to Benedict and pouring all the love she can into Benny. She could save his damn life and prevent the tragedy from happening.

Suddenly, she felt her head being turned. Her heart beated really fast, as Benedict captured her eyes, and held her face in place.

"Damn Red, God, no one has ever proclaimed something like that to me. Do you know what you're saying…" He asked while brushing his thumb against her agape lips. They both no longer held their joints, so Benedict could touch her so free.

Penelope tried to get as much courage as she could as she stared straight at him. A smirk burst through her while she raised her eyebrows.

"I am a noble lady, Benedict, but I do plan to be romancing you Mr. Bridgerton. Do you accept my proposal?" She asked, trying to keep the butterflies in check.

Penelope held her breath when Benedict laid a gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth. She gasped a bit while he let her go, but not before playing a loose curl against her flushed cheek.

"If you know about my connections, then you're privy to my background. First and foremost, I am a gentleman, and you deserve a gentleman Red. However, that doesn't mean the best kisses don't have to be on the mouth." He winked while she covered her face.

She heard him chuckling, just as she removed her flushed face.

"That doesn't mean the same goes for you finding someone else. You're way younger than me and still have the potential to find someone who's probably better for you than me. You can always have a chance with Colin. He said with a blank smile, but she could hear him covering his insecurities.

Penelope then shook her head, grabbing his palms that held her cheek.

"I won't lie, I did crush hard and will admit I did love Colin, but me fancying you is different. I was a child with a big crush, but now I am a woman who fancies a creative and articulating man." She answered while she could feel Benedict trembling underneath her hands.

"If we do this, we can have an open engagement, where you can still have the options. The heart can change, but as for me, I think I need to prove to you my interest is just with you."' He said while Penelope gave a sad smile.

"You might disagree about that, but I guess you and I will both be competing on who can woo the best out of each other." She said with a smile, both of them enjoying the peace with each other, until the seriousness started to pop out.

"I hate to ruin the mood, but it's your cousin Martina, is with child?" He asked before a surprised escape from her at Benedict's continuing twist of tongue.

"Yes, also my goodness, Benny! It's Marina or just call her Miss Thompson like you've been doing! She said a bit frustrated before shaking her head.

Benedict had the decency to shrug his shoulders, but his apology made her pause.

"Sorry, everyone hyped about your cousin, but I never really caught her name because my focus was on you…"

He admitted while Penlope felt herself blushing. Oh yeah, Penelope was really up for the challenge of wooing now. Benedict may have gotten her flustered this time, but the next it's go time.

Chapter 11: Chapter 11

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I'm back… sorry for the long wait, work and college make me go into hibernation. When I watched the new season of Bridgerton it got me inspired to work!

Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Penelope sat in the corner of her room while writing away at her writing desk. She just got home not too long ago, which Benedict made sure she got home safely by waving her off as she rode away in the carriage. She did offer Benedict to ride back with her, but her whole body tingled when Benedict whispered in her ear how he should still maintain as a gentleman. The hit she took from the cannabis did nothing with the seductive high from one Benedict Bridgerton.

"Real smooth, Benny, real smooth," She mumbled to herself while her face became redder than her hair.

Penelope Featherington was confused and bewildered. Benedict Bridgerton, asked to court her and wanted her?! He didn't notice her until her third season when she started to change her wardrobe and she became closer to him in her third social season. Why now? What made Benedict Bridgerton truly want to court her? She knew there could be a butterfly effect, there wasn't much on time-travel when she searched desperately for books on the topic. However, all she could gather at this point was being dumbstruck. Regardless, even though she wasn't really planning on wooing Benedict till like the end of her second season. She thought of this as an opportunity, which was to help and make sure Benedict Bridgerton doesn't end his life. She had to show him wonderful reasons to live, even though in the end he could only help himself and there's so much she could do.

Why was she really sent back in time… she thought to herself with a sigh.

She glanced down at her supposed plan time-line Season 1 checklist:

Make sure Marina doesn't end up married to Colin and prevent myself from writing that whistledown letter. Prevent Sr. George death, monitor letters

Monitor Sr. Nigel to make sure he dosen't end up marrying Daphne and discreetly expose him as Ladywhistledown.

The prince comes soon, watch the love triangle, but must stan for Duke Hastings.

Watch and monitor Eloise from discovering me again.

Keeping my father drowning in debt and dying

Keep Benedict Alive!

Oh yeah, this will be a piece of cake, she thought to herself sarcastically.

She had no idea her list was going to go up in flames with the next social event coming.

Xox

"What do you mean you're going to court Miss Penelope Featherington?" Anthony asked Benedict as they were in Anthony's study.

Anthony was already in a bad mood for no longer being able to see Serena. More so, he's pissed at Simon for trying to court Daphne, and a marriage proposal Nigel brought up is being shut down. It was a cherry on top when his brother just bursted in and said he wanted to court Penelope Featherington.

"If this is your idea of a joke brother, it's not very good," Anthony commented while taking a sip of his Brandy.

However, Benedict stopped Anthony mid-way from drinking when he put his hand over the glass. Anthony couldn't explain it, but something in Benedict's eyes made him pause for a moment.

"My god, brother, you are truly gone," Anthony mumbled out while Benedict finally glanced the other way.

"You need to rethink this, you're still young and I haven't even been married yet. She's also a family friend, Eloise's friend, and she's still quite young. Maybe you're confusing your affections as just brotherly? And what about Colin, he may be dense, but I'm pretty sure when he grows up he will finally see Penelope for who she truly is…" He stopped when Benedict silenced him with a piercing glare of his own.

"Penelope is not a book you can leave on a shelf, also for Colin to dilly dally his feelings, and young you say? Weren't you going to push Daphne to an older geezer like Nigel?!" He argued back, just as Anthony stood up from his chair.

"We've been over this, Nigel is a good fellow, even though everyone and that stupid whistledown is pushing on the Duke. But I know Simon, he's a lot like me, a rake and not gentleman enough. Nigel will be good for Daphne, despite the age gap, and courting is different when someone already proposes." Anthony argued back before Benedict threw a gunshot of his rebute.

"Really, usually one is quick to be married when they try to dishonor our sister in the garden." With that, throughout the rest of the night, Benedict and Anthony had a long talk of what went down that night and what to do about the weasel Nigel.

And Anthony now officially thought differently of a timid Penelope Feathrington who seemed quite cunning.

Xox

Penelope Featherington was about to have a breakdown. She wasn't mistaken, she remembered very clearly the Prince was supposed to show up at the queen's ball today, but now she just found out that Prince Friedrich decided to travel abroad suddenly to find himself?!

Dear god, is this the price she's paying for messing up the timeline?

She's already wearing a dark blue color, which gives off under the sea vibes with her flaming hair down. She has gotten some head turns here and there, but of course it's being overshadowed with Marina being well and presented again. Her mother decided to now try to find Marina a husband since she's not showing yet. One old geezer to another; which made Penelope more determined to make sure Marina will get with George or some kind of happiness. London was definitely not for Marina, the countryside served her best and Penelope felt like the thorns of the ton ruined Marina in her past life.

Penelope tried her best not to look for Benedict, even though her heart kept murmuring to do so. However, with the prince not showing up, and now Benedict is betting to woo her. All of a sudden, she's starting to feel the pressure and it's finally hitting her that she had freaking time-travel.

She needed some air, sometime to collect herself. Her mother was guiding Marina and her sisters away, which was leaving Penelope again in the dusk. For some reason, her mother had a weird intuition to leave her alone today. It was the only God gift she had, which she was going to take. Now, her anxiety kept screaming at her, since the prince was the variable for how Daphne and the Duke got together in the end. So now what would be the final push to get them together now? And, Eloise is going to try to talk to the Queen about lady whistledown theories, which made Penelope contemplate if she should act like an investigator instead to confuse the Queen. However, that could be a betrayal to Eloise for stealing her idea, but it could solve some other problems by leaving fake traces to get them off her back.

It's just she's bloody exhausted! She hasn't really felt calm ever since she and Benedict took a joint at her employee Oscar's house. Of course, she was absolutely terrified that Benedict almost caught her being Lady Whistledown, but she was in the clear for now. More so, it seems like everything in the universe of this timeline was trying to get herself caught as Lady Whistledown. She also missed Benedict, but it's her own fault since she said that she needed a week to think over Benedict's proposal and to truly accept them courting. Today is her deadline, she had to accept two dances from him, and she should find him but she's distracting herself to not do so.

She was out on the terrace for a bit, she took some deep breaths in and out. Finally, she started to feel better. Right now, she should focus on Benedict being alive and well and that she was living in this moment as well. Whatever happens, she will fight through it. Despite the Featheringtons having the shittiest luck, they get through it. Alright, she's Penelope Featherington, people and the ton fear her sharp words.

She's got this! Just as she was about to head back in, she bumped into someone, and before she could stop herself.

She yelled out, "Oh shite, not again, God must hate me!"

To a person she didn't expect to see in her first season.

Chapter 12: Chapter 12

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Hey yall, I was blown away by your comments. It made me happy and made me smile. Seeing people getting excited for this fanfic made me happy because I love the Bridgerton series so it's nice to see this fandom still going strong. Anyway, here's the next chapter, and if there's any scenes you guys want to see involving pen with Benedict or something you wish they changed in the Bridgerton series if you had the chance to go back in time let me know.

Chapter 12

Penelope stared dumbly at the person in front of her. The last time she saw this person, they had a heart to heart before the funeral, and this person gave her comfort before she tried to attempt her speech.

"Kate Sharma?" She asked in confusion, wondering why she wasn't in India.

For some reason, the Kate she saw now looked more tired and strict, which was way different when Kate got married. Well, Anthony had less stick up his ass since Kate did a number on him to not be as uptight. It really was looking at night and day.

Kate had her hair up in a tight bun, but she had an elegant purple dress on and her face was a total blank until Penelope uttered her name.

She always admired Kate's eyebrows, just as they furrowed in confusion, which showed some of the old Kate that Penelope was used to.

"I beg your pardon, how do you know me? I just arrived from out of the country, so I'm not very accustomed to London. Are you perhaps familiar with the lord or lady Sheffield perhaps?" She asked with a guarded expression and it took everything in Penelope to not be intimidated.

She had that Kate Sharma glance, which made you confess your sins if you had any. No wonder she gave Anthony a run for his money. Before Penelope could say anything, God apparently was laughing above her when the devil himself appeared.

"Miss Featherington, I was looking for you, you need to come with me." Anthony ordered and if Penelope didn't know any better. She would have suspected that Kate looked shocked.

"Ah Viscount Bridgerton, you're looking for wallflowers who just wanted a minute of solitude, how may we grace you with your lovely presence?"

Penelope asked playfully, loving how there was a vein on his forehead about to pop. She also heard Kate snort a laughter, but she didn't even seem to cover it. Penelope knew very well she wasn't dreaming, but she found out dealing with Anthony when he was more pig-headed back then. She found out her being unhinged was the best route to go.

"My apologies, I was in a hurry, and I haven't seen you around before Miss…." Anthony asked while Penelope stood in the middle of watching some fanning flames again.

However, Kate didn't answer and totally ignored him. Like the cold shoulder, but she acknowledged Penelope warmly.

"It seems no matter what country I am in, men are still the same brand of peacocks. Miss Featherington, yes, before I was rudely interrupted. I want to invite you to tea and will write to you soon. You already know who I am, just as I strangely know who you are, Penelope Featherington. Have a good night, Miss Featherington and Viscount, please excuse me," Kate bowed before she got deeper into the crowd.

Anthony was just dumbstruck since no one has ever dismissed him like that before. Penelope felt anxious because she never gave Kate her first name. Wait, did Kate come back as well, but why was she being so cold to Anthony?

"Penelope, who was that woman? I hope London will teach her some manners because she doesn't seem to have any and a peacock bwah." Anthony said before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

Penelope didn't know what to answer since Kate's request sounded foreshadowing to her.

"What was it Eloise said, it truly would be shocking if a woman doesn't fall for the Bridgerton men charm, then that woman there will probably become Eloise's idol."

Penelope replied by distracting Anthony from finding out Kate's identity. It seems no matter what timeline, the fanning flames were always there, but too much heat could burn the couple before they could even start.

"You and Eloise seem to favor anybody who makes a mockery of the Bridgerton brothers. Benedict is going to sure have his hands full with ya…" He mumbled out before Penelope's eyes widened.

"Did Benedict say something, is that why you were looking for me?" She questioned before they both became quiet as they headed back to the ballroom.

Anthony asked Penelope to a dance, which she obliged in mild confusion.

Lady Danbury hosted another event at her manor, which was supposed to be for the prince's arrival. However, the prince was supposed to arrive in England the other night, but the prince decided at the last moment to travel instead of settling down. Penelope was sure to be busy the next few days as Ladywhistledown wrote that piece down. More so, it might benefit her to see if there's any clues why the timeline is being altered.

"My brother was transparent about the proposal you two are making with each other. I feel like long engagement should benefit the both of you, also it would be a good distraction as you know for Nigel who wanted to marry Daphne. However, I am now aware of his weasel ways and we're trying to figure out what to do." Anthony kept twirling her around as he whispered to her.

"I always saw you as a comfortable friend to Eloise and Colin. Which is why I'm giving you a word of advice, if you do more than one dance with Benedict, then you will set yourself from now on to possibly be Benedict's partner. However, if you have any lingering feelings for Colin, then I suggest you back away now and leave Benedict alone." Anthony warned her while Penelope kept her face emotionless.

The hypocrisy and irony isn't lost on her since Anthony denied his own feelings for Kate and almost married Edwina. Then, you have Colin who stole Benedict's fiancé, but Anthony didn't really punish Colin for causing another scandal. Penelope knew none of this happened yet, but it could potentially happen in the future. She was living proof of seeing it, also she has printed these scandals on paper; but she has reflected how every action has a consequence.

So she's going to give a taste of advice from what a future Anthony would have said if he could have ever gone back to fix past mistakes.

"Thank you, viscount Bridgerton for the advice. I also know you worry about your brothers and Daphne because they are your family. The Bridgerton family has always been like a second family to me since my home is not the warmest. However, I try to be as transparent as possible with my feelings, and not flake myself like a candle if my heart changes. Maybe you should do the same…" Before Anthony could comment, the song ended and Penelope left the dance floor with a heavy heart.

She was a bit distracted, so she didn't notice herself bumping into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" She murmured before her eyes widened as she glanced up.

"Hi Pen, no worries. I'm actually glad I caught you, may I have this dance?" Colin asked while he put his hand out.

Ah shite, Penelope really having the worst luck. She knew the event was still early, but she had not seen Benedict yet and the prospect of maybe changing his mind made her nervous.

"Mr. Bridgerton, I think you remember from last time, please call me by my surname since it is for the best now." Penelope said with slight annoyance, trying to remember in the past if Colin was always so persistent.

"Penelope, I'm sorry, Miss Featherington. I truly understand your anger with me, but are you really going to throw our friendship for my brother you barely know." He argued back at her, making her nervous because she was afraid someone might overhear.

"Colin, please keep your voice down. Wait, does everybody know, might as well have this in the paper come Sunday. Seriously…" She sighed loudly before another voice that sounded like a saving grace.

"Pardon me, brother. Miss Red, may I please have the honor with a dance," Benedict intervened by looking more ruffled than usual. However, he looked handsome and her heart started to sing.

A radiant smile bloomed upon her face without realizing, which was directed at Benedict while something dark in Colin shifted that night.

"You may, Benny," She couldn't help hiding her giddy relief, just before she took his hand which made a shift in the universe.

Penelope shook off Colin when he tried to grab her shoulder, but more like Benedict's glare withered any stubbornness Colin had left.

"You saved me, thank you, nothing is never quiet in the Bridgerton household," Penelope said lightly, with a twinkle in her eye, and Benedict let out a sigh.

"My apologies, I'm not sure how Colin found out. I felt like Anthony had the right to know, since I want to do this courting right." He said a bit embarrassed while Penelope felt herself blushing.

"Long engagement, which can change anytime…" She mumbled out, but then Benedict gently lifted her up with a swift twirl before bringing her back to reality.

"I am an artist, Penelope, we artists tend to be very patient before we bring out the masterpiece. Just taking the time exploring and getting to know you, Red, I am very looking forward to." He seduced with a captivating smirk, which made Penelope Featherington realize she was in trouble.

She went back in time to save him, but someone would need to save her heart. Unknown to Penelope, her mother was plotting a marriage as she pushed Marina to one weasel Lord Nigel at the ball.

This night is when the original timeline has now been changed forever.

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

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Thank you for your suggestions! I'm gonna remember them and use those for part of the story soon. I really liked those ideas which will help me in case I get a good old writer's block .

I finished Bridgerton season 3, my pollin heart was soooo happy. I'm looking forward to next season.

Nimeriaria: I liked your suggestions calling upon her or paint her that will be there next chapter;)

GoodGirlWinnieFoster Helping her father or scandalous party that will come up soon in a chapter or two;)

Chapter 13

'You think you have the power to save him'?

Clang.

'You can't fight against fate,'

Clang.

'No matter how much you try,'

BANG.

Penelope woke up in the middle of the night while being drenched in cold sweat. She pulled the covers towards her hammering chest, just as her heart kept humming in anxiety with trepidation.

"It was just a dream, just a dream…." She murmured to herself, closing her eyes briefly before reopening them again.

The silver moon glistened through the window, which indicated it still being dark out. She wondered if the stressors from the ball earlier morphed themselves into nightmares. The human mind can be quite tormenting at times.

Maybe she should work on her next column for Whistledown to get her mind off whatever her mind tried to cook up. No matter how much she tried, it felt intangible for her to grasp what she dreamt, but it wasn't good.

Penelope felt sluggish as she got herself out of the bed. She almost felt like hibernating underneath her covers and never leaving. The only light was the moon as her guide. Thankfully, she kept matches on her desk, so that she could light up her candle.

As she sat down, she never imagined in a million years that she would put Benedict courting Penelope. It was still early, but she had to prepare herself in the future to put that more in the future. The sound of her quill scratching against the parchment gave her a sense of comfort. Despite all her anxieties from earlier, seeing Benedict blew away her worries, and talking to Benedict was always a fresh air. Suddenly, she heard something overpowering the sound of her quill, which made any sense of ease she felt break like the quill she was holding.

Damn.

Her hands bled with ink, just as she started to hear a ticking sound. For some reason, she kept her eyes straightforward, but then almost like a trance something pulled her against her will to glance down.

This time, she didn't imagine a loud bang when she had something in urgent ink from her hand.

Sr. George you cannot save.

Penelope had trouble breathing because something deep in her bones told her she was too late.

Xox

Benedict sat on the swing while inhaling his cigarette. He had a wonderful time with Penelope at the ball. He always dreaded doing dances, but with her it was… captivating. He knew he did more than three dances with her, remembering the side-eyes looks from the ton, but it was just him and her dancing. He got an earful when he got home, but mostly from his mother and he was glad Eloise went home early and did not see them dance together. He wasn't ashamed at all with their dancing, just a bit nervous how Eloise would react because that's

Pen friend. Spinster sisters Eloise would call them, but Benedict felt Penelope felt differently than El. More so, the ton and people who say they're close to Penelope seem to not know about her outings.

He knew Penelope had her secrets, but strangely he was used to his previous partners' being mysterious and secluded from him. Distance or a barrier he was used to since he himself would put armor around his heart. However, he dreaded the distance Penelope had with some of her secrets, but he was afraid more for her safety. When had he ever deeply cared about someone besides his family? When did it start, this attraction he felt towards one Penelope featherington? Why did it hurt so much to see her cry? Of course, he never would want to see a lady's tears, but Penelope's tears were like thorns to his chest.

Suddenly, he heard something which sharpened his attention. In the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow which then formed into a red halo. That person happened to be Penelope who's crying?

"Red!" He yelled startled before having a warm body against his.

Tears strained on his shirt, which felt like thorns against his heart. He was glad he tossed his cigarette before she approached him. He remembered that she did not care for cigarettes, so hopefully the smoke didn't bother her too much. Already, his thoughts were nullified when he hugged Penelope.

He led her towards the swing, just as the two swings were joined as one. They sat while he held her against him. It took sometime for Penelope to collect herself, which she finally did after a while while slightly pushing herself away from his chest. Something tugged at his heartstrings when her eyes reflected such raw sadness like the ocean.

"I'm sorry Benedict, it seems I'm always unloading my burdens with you, I am such a mess. I really need to get myself together…" Penelope mumbled harshly to herself before Benedict kissed her forehead which made her froze.

"It's fine Penelope, didn't you advise me to express myself instead of burdening all my expressions inside a withered cupboard. As an artist and you as a writer, it's a great sin for us to do." Benedict became startled when Penelope looked at him while she paled.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he had no idea she only said this advice to future Benedict. It was her love advice she gave him about Sophie when he had trouble expressing his feelings towards the blonde.

"Benedict, when did I say this, are you sure I said that to you?" Penelope questioned lively despite her concerning expression.

For some reason, Benedict couldn't recall and if he tried to think further. Something about it made his skin crawl, so he quickly shook his head while using a dimmed grin to hide his uneasiness.

"I don't remember, but it doesn't matter Penelope. I feel like it's something you would say to me, since you're passionate about life, to freely give me this advice." He answered while Penelope gave him a calculating look.

After a while they both nodded and for some reason they both knew not to press this further. Benedict still had his arms wrapped around, trying to tighten it a bit more since he now noticed she had her nightgown on. If he could gently take off her shawl that acted like a barely security blanket. He could touch her creamy shoulders more while his hand would grasp her chest. Nope, Benedict, you will not go there. For God's sake he's lusting at Penelope while she cried earlier. This is no time for these impure thoughts, even though he deeply wanted to have Penelope in the future.

They are officially courting, which will soon become a long engagement. He would call upon her house tomorrow officially, also he was looking forward to taking her to the art gallery, even though he felt a bit nervous Henry might say something. Henry will probably just tease him, but Benedict felt so afraid she might find out about his sexuality and his affairs. Benedict admitted to himself he was no saint when it came to having many lovers. His first love was an older woman he met at 18 which opened up many doors for him. However, his romantic heart began to dim more, even though his past lover helped open up his sexuality. He now became insatiable when it came to sex, which makes him sometimes wonder if he was repressing his emotions. He came a long way to finally accept his sexuality, but if Penelope ever found out he felt terrified. He was good at putting on an act, so he would do so for Penelope because he felt scared of rejection.

Benedict jolted when he felt a ginger tap on his forehead.

"A quill for your thoughts?" Penelope asked with a small smile which bumbled a laugh out of him.

"Penelope, I know we're just courting for now, but what kind of partner do you want me to be?" He asked with a hint of anxiety, just as she looked at him dumbly.

Does she want a romantic, a bad boy pirate, a rake who can only change his ways by a woman he falls in love with. Penelope is already brilliant, even though people don't see it. So what kind of man does she want… someone like Colin?

Penelope tightened her hands on his before letting out a sigh. "Benny, just be yourself, that's what you tell me. If you can promise me one thing, even if you can't, just try…" Penelope asked with a hint of desperation.

Benedict already felt touched when she just wanted him to be himself. So he would do anything to try to keep the promise that she wanted before he had no idea if he could.

"I want you to live long to be the best man you can be…" Penelope said, which made Benedict ponder if he could keep his promise