A/N: Hey kiddies! Welcome to the immensely short epilogue of "Difference"! Okay, so I got sick of it. I'm sorry to say it (I mean, what kind of author does that make me, getting sick of a story?), but it's the truth. So I wrapped it up nice and fast. Yes, pacing issues there are; I know they're there, so son't go off on my about it, thanks. Have fun! *cackles evilly*

Epilogue

The process of being granted the eldest Bennet girls' hands in marriage was ridiculously easy in some aspect, and unfailingly hard in others. Mr. Bennet was perfectly willing to part with Jane to Bingley, but not so much Elizabeth to Darcy. After being warmly reassured by the young woman in question that this was truly what she wanted, however, Mr. Bennet gave his permission to Darcy as well.

Jane didn't need to tell her mother that she and Bingley were engaged; Mrs. Bennet guessed it right off. Elizabeth, on the other hand, found it necessary to tell pretty much everyone in the household.

The days passed, and the Bennet family fell into a flurry of wedding plans. Georgiana arrived at Netherfield not long after her brother, and was eager to meet Elizabeth as her future sister, though she didn't seem altogether too surprised about it. Elizabeth smiled to herself, imagining her fiancé and sister-to-be plotting her head-over-heels fall for Darcy.

Elizabeth, not one for the huge amounts of planning her mother and older sister were doing, took to wandering the woods near her home, joined more often than not by her fiancé, and occasionally his sister. They quickly got to know each other over the remaining summer months, and Elizabeth grew to love Georgiana just a dearly as she loved the girl's brother.

As the day of the double wedding grew closer, calamity struck. Every single bell in every single town began to clang in unison. Fifteen times they were struck, then fell silent. Every living creature froze in fear, one thought occupying the thoughts of each being in the world; "They're coming. The velociraptors are coming."

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A/N2: Okay, this is Chris's fault! His idea, totally, and I liked it, so, yeah, that's what happened. No, you're not getting anymore. Like I said. I'm sick of this story. Sorry!