Author's note: It's been done before, but truly, what hasn't? This is my version of Darcy and his resentful temper. This is my first fanfiction, and is a work in progress.

Fitzwilliam Darcy was having the most incredible dream. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was in his chamber at Netherfield, running her fingers over his chest. Her mahogany curls were unpinned, lying loosely across her shoulders. He had had these dreams quite frequently after meeting the enticing gentlewoman, but this night felt real. He wished to pull her to him, to move her under him, and seal his mouth to hers. As she ran her fingertips down his chest, her nails lightly scraped him, making him moan out. "Elizabeth!"

Suddenly a gasp sounded in the room, the fingers stopping in their tracks. Darcy's eyes flew open, realizing that the hand on his chest was not a dream, but reality. Attempting to fight the haze of sleep, he immediately sat upright, only to find the face of not Miss Elizabeth Bennet next to his bed, but the face of a surprised Miss Caroline Bingley.

"Bloody hell! Do not touch me, what the devil are you doing in here?!" Darcy screamed while searching the darkness to ensure he was truly in his own chamber and had not fallen asleep in the library. Miss Bingley flinched, but smiled down at him, doing her best to look alluring.

"Mr. Darcy, you must be quiet!" She scolded, "The house shall hear, then we will not have much time together. Our tryst will be found out before I can even pleasure you." Her fingers sought to pull the bedding back, hoping to join him.

"Tryst?! What tryst?! GET OUT!" Still screaming, Darcy jumped out of bed, pulling Miss Bingley brutally to the door of his chamber. Opening the door to throw the harpy outward, he hauled her into the hall, only to find Mrs. Hurt's gleeful face come around the corner.

"Why Caroline! Mr. Darcy! What is this?" She asked, then yelled down the hallway towards the family rooms. "Brother! Brother, you must awake! Mr. Darcy has taken advantage of your sister!" She shared a smirk with her sister, believing all was going according to plan. Servants were creeping along the corridor to hear more, while her husband and brother both came running from their rooms.

Wide eyed in disbelief, Bingley took in the spectacle. All were in their night attire, candles burning low in their holders. His best friend held Caroline in a bruising hold, looking ready to strike her. She, however, looked to Bingley with wide, innocent looking eyes, though her lips were upturned at the edges. He could not believe his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the picture.

"Brother, Mr. Darcy and Caroline were having an assignation in his bedchamber! She is ruined!" Mrs. Hurst said quite loudly, ensuring nearly all in the house could hear. "They have no choice but to marry! You must make them marry!"

Letting go of Miss Bingley, Darcy backed away towards his chamber door, a disdainful look settling on his features. "Bingley, there was no such assignation. Your sister crept into my chamber while I was sleeping, she is trying to entrap me." He stated coldly. "You must know that I would never have such a clandestine meeting. You must know my morals would not stand for it."

Searching between his two sisters and Darcy, Bingley knew Mrs. Hurst to be correct. "Darcy!" He hissed, "How could you? You take my sister in my own home, then slander her to state that it is not true? You will ruin her, ruin us! You must marry her, I will make you!" Darcy stared at his friend in anguish. Bingley did not believe him. He turned around, walking quickly into his chamber and slamming and locking the door behind him.

As swiftly as possible, Darcy dressed in clothes his valet had laid out the evening before. He would leave Netherfield and return to London. He could not possibly stay here. He moved to look out the window, and seeing that it was well before dawn, decided he would need to stay at the inn in Meryton until morning. He would have his valet pack up and meet him at Darcy House.

Resolving to do what was necessary, Darcy promptly returned to the door of his chamber, where yelling could be heard from outside. Unlocking and opening the door, he nearly walked into Bingley.

"Darcy! What have you been doing? Why are you dressed? You and Caroline need marry immediately, in case she is already with child." Bingley was red in the face, looking as if he had been shouting the entire time Darcy was dressing. Stepping around him, Darcy strode towards the stairs. Before he was able to descend, he felt a hand claw his arm.

"Oh, Darling, where are you off to? Now that everyone knows, we do not have to hide our feelings for one another. We will marry and be astonishingly happy!" Miss Bingley declared sweetly. There was a calculated gleam in her eyes, knowing she had finally gotten him. After three years of chasing him, she would lastly become Mrs. Darcy, mistress of Pemberley. All could see as Darcy recoiled from Miss Bingley, disgust written on his face.

"If you insist on pursuing this fraudulent scheme, I shall do the honorable thing. I shall marry you. But know this. I believe you a harridan of the worst kind and shall make your life miserable. You shall be Mrs. Darcy in name only. You shall not be mistress of Pemberley, and you shall not live with me. You may stay in London, but you shall not have control of the finances or the staff. I shall not appear in public with you, I shall never bed you, and if you become with child, I shall not acknowledge said child. Pemberley shall not be passed to you or your family. The entirety of the ton will know that you have falsely entrapped me, I care not if you become a pariah in social circles. If that were to happen, it would be no less than you deserve."

Shocked silence reigned after Darcy's impassioned speech. The servants looked on with amusement, intrigued that Miss Bingley would be so bold as to attempt to ensnare Mr. Darcy. Miss Bingley turned pale, her horror increasing with each word. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst shared shocked looks, the latter fearing for her sister's future. All the while, Mr. Bingley was aghast for many reasons. Either his best friend, whom he had known and trusted since Cambridge, was a rake and a liar. Or, his younger sister went into Darcy's chamber with the intent on entrapping him in marriage, while his elder sister lied in wait to unmask the two together.

"Now, see here, Darcy. You have ruined-"Bingley started.

"I have done no such thing!" Darcy roared. "I have not, nor will I ever, touch your sister. She is a hussy that I wish I had never been introduced. And if you believe this of me, you doubt me when I tell you that I have not ruined her, then I shall be gladdened to never have you in my life again as well. You are not the man I had thought you were." At this Darcy spun on his heel and pounded down the stairs towards the stables.

At his flight, many things happened at once. Servants jumped and fled the hallway, having seen all they needed to. Miss Bingley collapsed to the floor, muttering to herself and looking faint. Mr. Hurst tried unsuccessfully to suppress a laugh, knowing that what Darcy had said was true. His sister was the type to sneak into a man's bedroom whilst he was asleep. Mrs. Hurst bent to comfort her sister, tears staining her own face. Bingley, meanwhile, looked somewhere between murderous and terrified. He had never seen Darcy this angry. To him, there could be no other explanation. His best friend was telling the truth.

"CAROLINE. Speak the truth now, did Darcy invite you to his chamber?" Mr Bingley turned his, now fully murderous, look on her. Miss Bingley was shaking, stuttering quietly so as to not be heard. "SPEAK UP CAROLINE!" Miss Bingley's eyes shot up to her brother, whom had never so much as raised his voice before.

"N-n-no, Ch-arl-es. H-h-he did n-n-not. W-we pl-planned this." Miss Bingley reluctantly sputtered. Tears fell across her lap as she tightly clenched her sister's hands. Her mind raced, she had made a horrible mistake. Mr.
Darcy would marry her, yes. She would become Mrs. Darcy...but at what cost?