A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic story. A lot of things happen in a short period of time in this story. I don't own anything except for characters that were not in Jane Austen's books. I hope you enjoy!

Made for Each Other

Chapter 1 – The Assembly

"What about Miss Elizabeth? She's pretty."

Although Bingley is looking at Miss Jane Bennet, Darcy tries to look for Miss Elizabeth. Darcy turns and sees the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. How could he not notice them earlier? He ignores Bingley and starts walking towards Elizabeth.

"Oh dear! Charlotte, Mr. Darcy is coming this way." Mr. Darcy approached them and bowed.

"Excuse me, Miss Lucas, Miss Elizabeth. Miss Elizabeth, would you do me the honour of dancing with me?"

"Of course Mr. Darcy. The honour would be mine, I'm sure." Darcy held out his hand for Elizabeth to take. When she touched his hand, they felt something they have never felt before. As they were walking to the dance floor, he said:

"You were wrong Miss Elizabeth."

"Wrong? How, sir?"

"The honour is definitely mine." She blushed and looked down.

"Thank you, sir." The lapsed into awkward silence when they heard Mrs. Bennet talking about Jane and Bingley.

"What an advantageous match, sister. I always knew Jane was pretty for something." Both Elizabeth and Darcy became uncomfortable. Elizabeth needed to get away. She didn't want him to think she was like her mother. Tears started to well in her eyes.

"Excuse me, sir." With that, she ran out to the garden. She didn't know that Darcy followed her.

"Miss Elizabeth?" She jumped. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright Mr. Darcy."

"Miss Elizabeth, what is wrong?"

"Hearing my mother speak so, I'm embarrassed. Jane and I said we would only marry for love. I can see that Jane already likes Mr. Bingley a lot. She just doesn't show her feelings as much as I do. Mama is right though, Jane is pretty. The most beautiful of us all. Mama always says I'm too impertinent and headstrong for my own good. She's always favoured Jane and Lydia. Papa has always favoured me. He always says I'm like him when he was younger. Mama says I wouldn't be able to find a husband which is why she is going to try and force me to marry our cousin, Mr. Collins, when he comes in a few weeks."

"Will you marry him to keep your family safe?"

"No. I will only marry for love. I will die an old maid if I don't find love."

"Miss Elizabeth, I know this may not be the most appropriate time right now, but… may I court you?"

"You wish to court me? But why? You need someone who has money and connections. Someone who knows how to run a big household. You shouldn't be courting someone like me. Let alone marry. Your family also won't approve of me."

"I don't care if you don't have a large dowry or connections. I wouldn't care if you were a countess or a peasant. I wish to court you because you are lively, you care about others, you are kind, and you bring out the very best of me. I know this just from tonight. I've never danced with anyone at a ball or assembly, save my family and the hostess. Or if I am forced to dance with someone. I would like to know you better. People may say that Miss Bennet is beautiful, indeed, she is pretty but, in my opinion, you are the most beautiful woman of my acquaintance – inside and out. The offer still stands."

Mr. Darcy took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. Elizabeth's heart beat faster and her hand was trembling. She had never had a suitor before. It was always Jane. And yet, here is this kind and handsome man who wants to court her.

"Mr. Darcy, you are certain you wish to connect myself to you? Should we marry, I don't know want to cause a problem in your family."

"Elizabeth, do not trouble yourself. My aunt, Lady Catherine, always causes problems. She has long desired a match between her daughter and I, but neither of us will follow through. We, like you, want to marry for love. I know I may be a bit forward but, I always envisioned myself with a family of my own. Having children running around the halls of Pemberley, laughter, happiness, music through the house, I can see this future with you. Although my sister plays the pianoforte, she doesn't play as she used to."

Elizabeth noticed the sadness in his eyes and squeezed hi hands for encouragement. He looked up and gave her a small smile while trying to hold back his tears. She led him over to a bend. As if they have known each other forever, she took both his hands in hers and rested her head on his shoulder. He in turn, rested his cheek on the top of her head.

"I know that we have only become acquainted tonight, but I fell as though I have known you a lifetime."

"Me too."

"Will you allow me to court you? I want to spend my life getting to know you, making you happy, treating you the way you deserve to be treated, making you feel loved."

"This is all so sudden."

"I know. I just feel so comfortable around you. Even with Bingley, I am not as comfortable and I have known him since I went to Cambridge. They say and listened to the music coming from the assembly hall.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I will allow you to court me. I also want to know you better. Never in my life have I ever been loved by someone other than Papa, Jane, Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, and their children. I don't even see them that often. Jane is my best friends and Papa… Papa may support me and teach me but he doesn't stop Mama or Lydia from insulting me."

Elizabeth could feel him become tense. She looked up and his lips were in a thin line, his nostrils were flaring, his eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. When he opened his eyes, she could see anger clearly written on his face.

"No no, do not be so angry. I am quite used to it. I usually just ignore it."

"But they shouldn't insult you Elizabeth. You are their daughter and sister. You should feel loved by them, not feel like you don't' belong with them."

"I know, but how do you think I became so impertinent. Without them, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"But still…. I know you love your family and I know it's not my place to say this, but their behaviour sometimes is… is…"

"Improper? Horrible? Immature?"

"I wasn't going to use those words b- "

"No. I know what they're like. I am often embarrassed by them…"

They say in companionable silence until they heard laughter from the assembly hall.

"We should probably go back inside. Mama would probably be asking for he smelling salts because I've been gone for so long."

Mr. Darcy stood and held his hand out.

"Come Elizabeth, I believe we didn't finish our dance."

"Of course, Mr. Darcy."

"Will you not call me Fitzwilliam? After tonight, I wouldn't like it if you were always calling me 'Mr. Darcy'. Please?"

"Very well, but only in private." He nodded.

"And may I call you Elizabeth in private?"

"That would be lovely."

Before they walked into the assembly hall, Fitzwilliam stopped walking and lifted Elizabeth's hand to his mouth. Elizabeth lifted her free had to stroke his cheek and close her eyes as he leaned down and placed his forehead against hers. The wind blew and she shivered.

"Come Elizabeth, I wouldn't want you to fall ill."

A/N: That is the end of chapter 1! I don't know when I will be posting another chapter, but hopefully soon.