You asked for it Chapter 1 - Crash, a pride and prejudice fanfic

A/N: Hi I'm back.

This little story is completely out of left field.

My husband kept throwing ideas at me about story lines. They kept getting sillier and sillier until we got to the suggestion that I should write a P&P story with a Dark Lord in it.

I told him he was crazy. But then I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Also, I can never resist a challenge. So I worked out a way it could possibly work. It will probably be totally silly and over the top.

I don't have a posting schedule for it, since I'm also working on a prequel for DFY about the Duchess and her family, as well as a story about Alistair. And I have a full-time job. And the aforementioned husband. But I thought I'd give you a taste and see what happens.

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Crash

Garth Leachim was a very happy Dark Lord. He was in his personal space yacht, the 'Endeavour', having just completed a very secret mission to the planet Goochi and none of his superiors had found out.

Now he was on his way back to his home base on the planet xyz. The planet truly was called xyz, since nobody had been able to come with a name for it and by the time they did, the name had stuck. Regardless of the name, he was trying to get back to the planet as the last step in his secret mission required him to get the precious cargo, he had acquired on Goochi back to his home.

He was fully aware that black clothing was very stylish and that Dark Lords were expected to wear black at all times. After all one had to consider appearances.

But he hated black clothing with a passion. The kind of passion only a Dark Lord was capable of.

He wanted colour and lots of it. Any kind of colour. There were only two colours he detested – black and beige. Of the two beige of course was worse. It was just bland. Black at least was stylish, but oh so boring on its own.

Now he had a cargo hold full of the most colourful fashions money could buy. He adored the latest style popular on Goochi, they called it The Regency style and was supposedly based on a style popular on earth centuries ago. He had even picked up some cheap baubles to complement the outfits. Some people might consider them in bad taste. After all, no man with good taste would normally wear diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. But they just looked so pretty with the outfits he had bought.

He nearly swooned at the mere thought of all the frills, ruffles and lace which adorned his new shirts. And the brocade of the waistcoats, was simply to die for.

He kept wishing he did not live in a society where he had to be so restricted. He wanted to give free rein to his taste, his ideas, his passions. He truly wanted to find a society where he would be allowed to be himself.

In his distracted state, he did not notice the slight distortion in space opening up ahead of him. Before he realised what was happening and without a chance to do anything about it, he was sucked into the newly established wormhole.

He had one panicked moment to realise what was happening, before he blacked out. He hated blacking out. He would have preferred to blue out. But he was not given an option. The energy within the wormhole was inimical to rational thinking. Unfortunately, it was also disastrous for delicate equipment, such as computers which also shut down. Leaving the Endeavour without guidance.

At least Garth Leachim was not aware of the crash when it occurred shortly after leaving the wormhole.