New story! This is a series of oneshots containing various events of the characters' lives (mostly the Darcys'). Most of them are unrelated to each other, and it is also not in any chronological order whatsoever. Read up, and do enjoy! :)

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~Least Expected~

"He [Mr. Bennet] delighted in going to Pemberley, especially when he was least expected..." -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 61.

During an entire morning filled with yells, tears, and frantic servants scurrying about the halls of Pemberley, Mr. Bennet had the marvelous idea of an unannounced visit.

Of the events at his daughter's abode he was completely unaware; all he knew was that he missed his Lizzy rather terribly, and was also looking forward to an audience with his son-in-law, and perhaps an afternoon of fishing. He sent for his carriage, and in no time, he was headed straight to Pemberley Woods.

The traffic was considerably light, and there were hardly any complications in the way. It had not been three hours when the horses pulled to a stop, and his footman was helping him off the carriage.

"Mr. Bennet." Rogers the stablehand greeted him with a shallow bow. Curiously, he had a feminine bonnet perched on his head. His forehead was creased with worry, and his mouth was set in a grim line. The sight of his grave demeanor contrasting with his little bonnet was so absurd that it almost made him laugh out loud.

Mr. Bennet returned the bow. "Why, you seem to be in good humor today," he teased, "or at least that is what I can gather from your bonnet!"

Rogers flushed in embarrassment and quickly rid himself of the bonnet. "Forgive my appearance, sir. It is just that certain events of today had left a lot of us in a daze." He lowered his voice. "Mr. and Mrs. Darcy had been quarreling for hours. We fear that it might be a serious matter."

"I see." Although Mr. Bennet's amusement did not completely disappear, it did subside. "Thank you, Rogers. I will investigate the subject on my own."

Upon entrance to the house, he could hear the faint voice of his daughter arguing with Darcy in some room. He hoped that it was not too serious.

He was escorted to the drawing room, where he was greeted by the Darcys' housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds. "Good day, Mr. Bennet." By now, she was used to his spontaneous visits to her master's estate, therefore seeing the father of her mistress brought little surprise.

The gentleman smiled at her. "Good day. May I inquire after Mr. and Mrs. Darcy?"

"If I were to be frank, sir," she began, "they are not in any condition to accommodate any guests, so if you will be so kind, sir..."

"I am aware," he reassured her. "I will stay here for the time being, if that is alright."

She curtsied. "By all means, Mr. Bennet. Would you care for some refreshments?"

The library (where Mr. and Mrs. Darcy had chosen to remain until all the matters were settled) had become very quiet, indeed. Servants looked on curiously at the locked door, behind which was a clamorous quarrel took place only mere hours before.

They were, of course, alerted by Mr. Bennet's arrival, although they did not seem to be disturbed by it, for they carried on arguing as if their lives sorely depended on it.

And now, it was quiet. Unusually so. No one knew what became of Elizabeth or Darcy.

Mr. Bennet decided that he had enough of this nonsense. This day had not been going as he had planned, and though Mrs. Reynolds had been a good hostess, there was not much they could talk about. He finished the last drops of his port with a hearty gulp and stood, rather unsteadily, for he did drank a bit too much with lack of anything better to do. "If you will excuse me, Mrs. Reynolds."

"Of course, sir."

The gentleman decided to seek the place where his daughter and son-in-law were located without any assistance from anyone. He listened carefully for sounds behind the doors. Surely they were not far. After all, he was certain that he had heard his daughter's voice from the eastern part of the estate.

Turning his head, he caught a sound from the library. He was familiar with which door to choose, for the library was where he mostly spent his time during his visits. He thought about knocking, but decided against it, for, if they were in need of his counsel, he was certain that they would not welcome it easily.

He turned the knob.

Elizabeth was blinded with the ecstasy that was her husband's exploring hands. She rested her hands on his chest and said breathlessly, "William, we mustn't. What if we are to be discovered? My father..."

He silenced her with a demanding kiss. When he had come up for air, he whispered huskily, "My love, it is hardly of any consequence if we are discovered, as we are married. And it is unlikely that anyone will bother us. The servants are smart enough to know that we need to be left alone." And with that, he pressed his lips hungrily against hers.

The tumultuous circumstances that had led to Elizabeth's arms around her husband's neck, Darcy's hand exploring every nook and cranny of her entire being, and the two of them sprawled on an armchair that was clearly not big enough for the two of them was indeed very unusual. First, they were arguing about the mundane matters that neither of them had the presence of mind to recall (for both of them were nearly dumb with bliss at the feel of each other), and then Elizabeth's passionate declarations and the fierceness of her lovely eyes became too overwhelming for Darcy, ergo their scandalous position in the Pemberley library.

A surprised exclamation caused the couple to desist from their pleasurable activities completely.

On the doorway stood Mr. Bennet, his face completely white and his eyes wide as saucers. His jaw nearly brushed the cold marble floor, and he could only stare in mortification at his daughter and Mr. Darcy, her only attired in her chemise, and he informally presented in a white cotton shirt and breeches. Elizabeth's dress was thrown carelessly on the floor, the garments pooling with Mr. Darcy's cravat and waistcoat.

"Papa!" Elizabeth cried in horror. She tried to untangle herself from her husband, failed miserably, and before they knew it, they both landed on the floor with a painful crash. When one of them would make an effort to stand, they would trip over the tangle of fabric and limbs, and end up once again on the ground.

"Papa, this is not what it—"

"Sir, I can explain—"

Wordlessly, Mr. Bennet slammed the door shut. Convulsions ran all over his body, and it was a struggle to reach the end of the hall. When he did, he called for his carriage, and, in doing so, almost collided with Colonel Fitzwilliam on his way out.

Apparently, Mr. Bennet was not the only one who had a passion for unwarranted visitations!

"Sir," Mr. Bennet said gravely to the colonel, "whatever you do, do not go to the library." And with that, he fled and practically launched himself inside his carriage.

Colonel Fitzwilliam was baffled. Slowly, his gaze turned to the aforementioned chamber. What's old Darcy up to, he wondered.

Disregarding the advice of the older man, Darcy's cousin headed straight for the library.

Looks like good old Mr. Bennet won't be visiting anytime soon, eh? Please review!