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Boredom… Kitty had thought she had known what it was, but after two week is Austen's Pride and Prejudice she had an entirely new comprehension of the feeling. There was not TV, no music, no shopping, and no friends to text… it was a valley girls nightmare. In fact she was even starting to miss the danger room.

Mundane didn't even begin to cover the reality of the day to day life. Her "sister" had gone on and on for the past weeks about Mr. Bingley. They speculated constantly about the company that would be joining him at the ball this very night.

Whether because she already knew the answer and couldn't say, or because she was trapped in this dream turned nightmare with no apparent way to return to the real world, she couldn't bring herself to find any real interest in the only topic on the mind of the other women she spent these slow days with.

As Jane/Jean twisted Elizabeth's (Kitty had grown accustomed to thinking of herself with the new name after about fifty double takes when someone called her name but meant someone else) long dark hair into a becoming knot, Elizabeth twirled a flower between her fingers that they had plucked from fields near the house with the intention of weaving the pale purple blossom into Jane's rich mahogany hair.

Jane had offered for Elizabeth to use it, but she insisted it suited the red of her sisters' hair much better than her own dark brown locks. Besides, she had whispered conspiratorially to the eldest and most beautiful Bennet daughter, Mr. Bingley wouldn't even notice it if Elizabeth was the one wearing it because he would be too busy looking at a certain redhead. Jane blushed profusely and reprimanded her younger sister for her impropriety.

It was moment like that Elizabeth sunk into a moody silence. She was overwhelmed with thoughts of the life she had called her own until so recently. When she was Kitty Pryde, she wanted nothing more to escape her own difficult and confusing life, but now that the world she had known for twenty years was so far out of reach she couldn't help but long for what was for now, and perhaps forever, out of grasp.

Reality.

As their stuffy and overly crowded coach slowed to a stop in front of the town hall where the night's festivities were to take place, it was all Elizabeth could do to stop herself from leaping from the stifling prison. But as most of her actions of the past fortnight (She was starting to get a hang of the terminology) that would the height of impropriety. Instead she sat patiently until it was her turn to step out of the carriage with the proper assistance from a gentleman.

The sound of music carried on the air from the hall; a smile tugged at Elizabeth's lips but was quickly replaced with a look of panic. She didn't know how to dance… at least not the kind of dancing that would take place in there. Maybe she could stumble her way through a reel, but not without making a complete fool of herself. She racked her brain for some memory of the events that took place at the assembly in the book. She couldn't remember anything about Elizabeth being asked to dance… in fact she had been sitting out talking to Charlotte Lucas. So all she had to do was find her best friend Charlotte… which would be simple, if she knew what she looked like.

She could feel her heart pounding within the confines of her chest as Mrs. Bennet shepherded the five girls through the large front doors, and into the dimly lit hall. The many candles did little to cut through the dark and the shadows were long and slightly disorienting, and if Elizabeth had thought the carriage was stuffy it was nothing compared to the crowded room.

Fortunately her greatest concern was soon alleviated as a slender arm slipped into hers and tugged her away from the rest of the Bennet girls. Elizabeth whirled around in panic, but sighed in relief at the sight of a familiar face. Danielle Moonstar, her dear friend, and she knew instantly that this was Charlotte Lucas.

"Lizzy." Danielle cried in delight, squeezing the other girls' hands affectionately.

"Charlotte, I was just about to come looking for you." Elizabeth confessed truthfully.

"Well then, I save you the effort!" The somewhat plain young woman said with a smile. "Oh, I mustn't keep you from your introduction to Mr. Bingley."

Charlotte drug Elizabeth back to her family as they made their way to where Sir William Lucas stood with a small group of individuals who Elizabeth could only assume was Mr. Bingley and Company. She quickly spotted Mr. Bingley lingering in the back of the group, shocker, it was none other than the one and only (devastatingly gorgeous) Scott Summers. Apparently he and Jean were destined to be together no matter the circumstances, figures… Girls like Jean Grey always get those guys.

Elizabeth slipped into place beside Jane as Sir William who bore an uncanny resemblance to one Magneto, began introductions.

"Mr. Bingley." Sir William began, "May I present Mrs. Bennet and her daughters Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Miss Mary Bennet, Miss Kitty Bennet, and Miss Lydia Bennet."

He indicated each girl as he addressed them, a handsome blonde man that she had seen once before long ago, if she remembered correctly he had wings then, stepped forward.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said with all the proper propriety. Elizabeth's world came shuddering to a halt. The blonde was Mr. Bingley, then Scott… Scott Summers was… He couldn't be Mr. Darcy. Thoughts spun about in her head as Mr. Bingley presented his companions; she could barely catch what he was saying. The Hursts were Kurt and Tabitha, and Caroline was none other than Scotts witch of an ex-girlfriend Taryn Fujioka.

As Mr. Bingley introduced Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth couldn't help but look up at Scott's handsome face. He was looking at her and their eyes met, she looked away embarrassed. It was strange to see his eyes, for in her reality he always wore his glasses to block the powerful charges his eyes emitted constantly.

Without the red glasses, his eyes were strikingly blue, and a hitch caught Elizabeth's breath. She focused on the ground before her as a flush crawled across her cheeks. She was incredibly relieved as the group dispersed. Mr. Bingley, requested a dance from Jane and Charlotte pulled Elizabeth away to a private corner to catch her up on the latest gossip.

Apparently, the incredibly handsome Mr. Darcy was also incredibly rich. Elizabeth already knew all of this so she feigned interest as her friend reacquainted her with the details that she long ago memorized about the man of her dreams. Mr. Darcy was perfect, and as handsome as she had ever imagined.

As Charlotte spoke, Elizabeth couldn't help but glance over her friends shoulder at the man of interest, partially hidden in shadow.

The evening wore on, and Mr. Darcy's standoffish nature quickly earned him the label of a being a disagreeable sort of fellow. He danced only with his female companions, and made no efforts to ingratiate himself with anyone not already in his acquaintance, but Elizabeth already expected as much.

Much to, Elizabeth's horror, she was quickly asked to dance and remained on her feet for several reels until she finally managed to slip away unnoticed. She had caught on to the dances quicker than she had expected to, for which she was exceedingly grateful.

Seeking refuge in the darkness behind a pillar, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the music and the sounds of conversation and laughter. That is until one voice in particular caught her attention.

"Come, Darcy," Mr. Bingley urged, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing by yourself in this stupid manner."

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."

Kitty's jaw dropped, she suddenly knew understood why Elizabeth Bennet had so detested the man she was destined to fall for.

"I would not be so fastidious as you are." Bingley said, surprised by his friends harsh words. "for a kingdom! Upon my honor, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty."

"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room." Darcy conceded, looking Jane up and down from her place on the dance floor, his eyes lingered on her lovely face.

"Oh!" Mr. Bingley sighed, his eyes wondering to Jane's face as well. "She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say, very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you."

Elizabeth looked firmly in the opposite direction as Mr. Darcy looked her over.

"Which do you mean?" Darcy inquired, Elizabeth couldn't help but glance in his direction and their eyes met again. He quickly looked away and coldly replied to his friend. "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humor at the present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me."

A flush of embarrassment and rage coursed through her as she watched Mr. Bingley rejoin Jane on the dance floor. Darcy strode over to a slightly less crowded corner of the room where Mrs. Bennet, Lady Lucas, and Charlotte Lucas chatted amiably amongst themselves.

Well, Kitty thought to herself, Darcy may say whatever he'd like about her, but she was a strong, intelligent woman and she wouldn't take such abuse lying down. She marched over to Charlotte Lucas, a smile on her lips and laughter on her tongue. Pulling her friend aside to speak privately, yet standing close enough that the not so charming Mr. Darcy might over hear.

"Oh, my dear friend, I must tell you, I'm simply ecstatic, look at Jane, she seems so happy. She really is quite lovely." Elizabeth gushed, watching Jane and Mr. Bingley as they danced the reel. Charlotte Lucas gazed out at them as well and smiled softly.

"That she is, no one in the county would dare deny it." Charlotte agreed.

"Why, compared to her, I'm barely tolerable." Elizabeth said pointedly, glancing past Charlotte so that warm brown eyes met cool blue eyes. She raised a calculating eyebrow, but quickly broke the contact to turn her attention to her companion. "Oh well, maybe I am doomed to be slighted by men in the wake of her glory, but at least I will be spared from owing attention to some vain stuffy peacock, because that would be a far worse punishment."

She didn't give Darcy the satisfaction of another look, she knew his eyes were on her and could only hope that her words had stung him as deeply as his had her. She hid her hurt with smiles and laughter, and light hearted conversations that lifted the hearts of her companions.

As her family crowded back into their coach, her pretenses fell away and to hide her wounded expression she gazed out the open window as they began to bounce down the road as the carriage rolled.

All the times she read Pride and Prejudice she had never realized how hurtful the man she had once idolized as perfect had been to her favorite heroine, she didn't understand, until those words were said about her. Now she couldn't understand how a woman like Elizabeth Bennet fell for such a man, she didn't know how she herself had fallen under the spell of the story. Clearly Kitty Pryde was no Elizabeth Bennet.

Then she thought of something else… Scott, the Scott Summers from her reality. He was out of her league and he had never looked at her longer than it took to bark an order in her direction. She had always had a crush on him, every girl did, he was just that guy. And he was totally and completely Jean's for the taking. She could never have a guy like him… not in real life.

Somehow the thought worsened the sting she felt. Her fictional dream man had always been unobtainable, and now he had been given the face of the real life dream man who was even more out of reach. Something about the cruelty of her situation added insult to injury.

Sure, maybe Pride and Prejudice was the so called perfect love story, but it wasn't her perfect love story, not anymore. And she was tired of treading oh so carefully to avoid destroying the storyline. This was some kind of dream… or delusion, but it was her delusion and it was time to play by her rules. So Mr. Darcy was more toad than prince. Kitty Pryde had met her fair share of toads, it was time to bury the torch she had carried for the man for so long.

The kid gloves were off, and Kitty was about to give Austen the story she never could have imagined.

So, it has been a crazy long time since I have updated this story and for that I want to apologize.

Also I would like to thank KayDee-DesignerExtraordinare's review, it made me feel guilty enough to start writing again.

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I made the chapter extra long! ;)

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