This is probably shorter than I wanted... but I actually have an idea of where this is going now. Again, yes it's probably unrealistic and improper but hey what is fanfiction for if not to have a little fun.

Lizzie practically ran all the way to the clearing. It had taken her longer than expected to get away from her prying mother's eyes. Jane had noticed her leave but gave her a knowing smile. Lizzie grinned, knowing that Jane would cover for her. She knew exactly who Lizzie was going to meet, Jane was not stupid and she'd seen her interaction with Mr Darcy. Lizzie just hoped that she had not kept the man waiting for too long. When she burst into the clearing, cheeks flushed red and out of breath, Darcy was waiting for her. He was pacing anxiously amongst the trees. He was wearing a dark forest green riding jacket and Lizzie thought that he looked very handsome indeed.

"Elizabeth" Her name rolled off his tongue like a prayer. She smiled as butterflies filled her stomach. Her mother would have fit if she saw them like this. Darcy crossed the clearing in two long strides and took her hands in his. Oh how she wished that she had not worn gloves, to feel his skin against hers. "My nymph"

"Mr Darcy" She breathed. The tension between them was almost unbearable. It had been a mistake for them to meet like this, unchaperoned. The desire was too strong. He gave her the most beautiful smile and brought her gloved hands up to his lips. He brushed a kissed against her knuckles and Lizzie felt a little giddy and lightheaded. She wondered how it was this amazing man had come into her life.

"Fitzwilliam, please." He whispered as he dropped her hands. She blinked as she tore her eyes away from his, desperately trying to regain some control over her heart and sensibilities. She took a deep breath and put some distance between some. Darcy looked a little disappointed but seemed to understand as the hunger slowly faded from his eyes. He cleared his throat nervously. "I suppose you want to hear about my history with Mr Wickham."

Lizzie nodded and the fiery anger was once again clouding Darcy's features. George Wickham had spun his own tale on his past with Mr Darcy. A tale of betrayal between brothers that all seemed very out of character from the man she had grown to love very much indeed. The man she knew was kind, thoughtful and cared deeply for those around him. She knew he was shy, particularly in large groups of people and ladies fawning over him appeared to make him highly uncomfortable. It was a wonder that Lizzie had snuck passed his defences without really even trying. She supposed it was because she had not tried to gain his affections that she had succeeded in doing so. She was probably the first lady, in quite some time, that had treated the Master of Pemberley as no more than just a man. It was probably quite refreshing.

Darcy's version of the events that occurred between the two young boys from Pemberley were very different. He told her of how his old friend had been plagued of jealousy, how he was desperate to keep a hold of the Darcy reputation and income, how he had lured poor Georgiana away from her brother in an attempt to get hold of her dowry. Darcy had hesitated before telling her about Georgiana's involvement. She gently reminded him that not a word of their encounter would leave the clearing, that he could trust her to keep her silence. His brilliant eyes softened and he took her hand in his, holding onto her gloved fingers like they were a lifeline. The haunted look in his eyes when he told her about finding Georgiana in Ramsgate was heartbreaking and Lizzie could not help but close the gap between them as she found the urge to try and comfort him irresistible. The air was certainly starting to cool by the time he finished his story and the stars were beginning to sparkle above the canopy of the trees.

They were sat close together, too close but his body was radiating warmth and Lizzie was starting to feel the chill. She knew it was time to leave. Her mother would be worrying about her and dinner would be ready soon, if it wasn't already. It had become awfully dark whilst they were sat in the woods. Time had rather slipped away from them.

"I should go. We have stayed too long." She whispered into the darkness. Her heart felt heavy as she thought about tearing herself away from Fitzwilliam's company. She thought perhaps one day she would not have to.

"Thank you Elizabeth. For giving me a chance to explain. I know that Wickham has always managed to charm those around him with far more ease than I." She blushed as the starlight reflected in his eyes. He was so earnest, so caring, so desperate for her to understand him. It was a devotion that she had rarely felt before.

She gave his hand a squeeze and turned to walk towards the house before her feelings got the better of her. Behind she heard the sound of Darcy mounting his horse and the trot of hooves breaking the sticks on the forest floor. She could barely conceal the beaming smile on her face as she rushed back towards the house, hoping that her absence had not been noticed. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. She slipped through the back door of the house to find Lydia and Kitty staring expectantly at her.

"Why hello Lizzie." Lydia grinned mischievously. She had her hands on her hips and a sparkle in her eyes that Lizzie did not like.

"Mother has been so awfully worried. She was about to send a search party out for you." Kitty added quietly. Kitty's voice was less scornful than her younger sister's; she actually seemed concerned.

"But then dear Jane was not concerned at all. I thought that seemed awfully suspicious. You are her favourite sister after all." Lydia smirked.

"What do you want Lydia?" Lizzie crossed her arms and scowled at her youngest sibling. She was all too conniving for her liking; always after something.

"Where have you been? I said that you were out visiting Mr Wickham and the militia. You really should have invited us. It is only fair!" Lydia whined. Lizzie almost let out a sigh of relief. Her younger sisters were so enamoured by the militia that they failed to comprehend Lizzie's true feelings. However, since Jane's admission over supper with Mr Collins, her mother had been incorrigible. Lizzie was half convinced that their wedding was half planned already.

"I merely went for a walk Lydia. I lost track of the time. You would have been quite bored, I assure you." She hoped her voice would not give her away as she twisted a loose strand of hair between her fingers. Her sister leered at her with suspicion but seemed to accept her excuse.

"Lizzie, how dull you are. You will never catch a man when all you do is read and walk. I cannot imagine how boring your life will be." Lydia giggled and ran off to the dining room for supper.

Kitty did not immediately follow her sister which was unusual. Lizzie tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. "You should be more careful Lizzie." Kitty squeezed her hand and followed her sister to supper. Lizzie stood in shock as she watched Kitty's disappearing figure. A wave of guilt flooded over her as she realised she had never even tried to see Kitty before. She always behind Lydia's boisterous personality. She had not even attempted to get to know who Kitty was without Lydia.

Lizzie took a deep breath and proceeded to make her way to supper as she braced herself for the inevitable questioning from her parents. Jane was comforting her mother when she entered the room, gently assuring her that Lizzie was not in any trouble. Lydia was now busy telling Kitty all about the new lace she had bought for her bonnet. Her father was steadily ignoring Mr Collins' everlasting speeches about Lady Catherine, and subtly encouraging the middle Bennet sibling to steer the conversation away from his end of the table. Mr Bennet gave Lizzie a wink as she entered the room. She smiled apologetically back, she had not meant to cause any fuss. Mrs Bennet shrilled happily and starting spinning tales of how Lizzie could have been hurt, or dead in the woods and how it was far too late for any sensible young lady to be out alone. Apparently Mr Darcy would never marry someone so careless. Lizzie smiled and looked down at her hands, if only they could know the truth.

Supper was, as always, a noisy affair at Longbourn. Lizzie had not realised how hungry she was until she took the first bite of the fish that the cook had so expertly prepared. Mr Collins praised the food for almost three whole minutes by which time everyone else was halfway through the course. Lizzie was unfortunately still the object of his affections and he spent a large portion of dinner trying to gain her attention. He was so convinced of the betrothal between Anne and Mr Darcy that it did not matter what Lizzie's feelings were towards Fitzwilliam; she was the second eldest Bennet sister and so she would become Mrs Collins. Lizzie almost shuddered at the thought. Luckily for Lizzie, Jane kept managing to divert her attention away from Mr Collins' ridiculous wittering.

"So, I take it that there are two sides to the tale of Mr Wickham and Mr Darcy?" Jane whispered under her breath so that only Lizzie would be able to hear. Mary sensed that the elder siblings wanted to talk more privately and began to ask Mr Collins about his sermons and parish in Kent. One mention of Rosings was all it took for him to launch into a soliloquy about the great Lady Catherine. Mary shot Lizzie a shy smile and Lizzie nodded gratefully.

"There are indeed. It is not my story to tell though dear Jane." Lizzie replied in a hushed voice. She blushed as she remembered the feeling of Fitzwilliam taking her hand in his, the way he said her name like a prayer and the burning desire in his eyes as he gazed at her. It was all too much, too improper but Lizzie was addicted. "We must not trust Mr Wickham though."

"Did you say Mr Wickham Lizzie?" Lydia piped up, Lizzie resisted rolling her eyes, of course Lydia would hear that name out of everything she had said. "He is ever so dashing. He seemed rather taken with you. Lord knows why." Lydia giggled.

"I do not think he is very handsome at all." Lizzie replied scathingly. She prayed it would do something to discourage Lydia's obsession with the militia.

"Oh Lizzie, you poor thing. Imagine being so in love with an engaged man that you cannot even see a handsome man when he is right in front of you." Lydia nudged Kitty and cackled at her own joke. Lizzie sighed and looked despairingly at Jane. Lydia would clearly never learn.

"I think has more to do with Wickham's personality than his looks Lydia." Jane interjected softly which only made Lydia laugh harder.

"Oh well you would say that Jane. I can hardly imagine Mr Bingley would look handsome even in a red coat!" She giggled.

"Lydia that is enough!" Mrs Bennet shrieked. Lizzie was shocked, Lydia had always been their mother's favourite daughter but then again Lydia did not earn five thousand a year and own her own estate.

"Oh mama, you know I am only teasing." Lydia whined in between bouts of laughter.

"You are a very silly young girl. Kitty what say you of all this?" Mr Bennet added. His sharp eyes turned onto Kitty, expecting her to agree with Lydia as she always does.

Kitty blushed brightly at the sudden attention. "I think" She hesitated "that it was unkind." Lydia's eyes flashed to her sister. She looked hurt and almost betrayed. Lizzie was proud of Kitty but there was a deep feeling of concern for her youngest sister.

"Oh boo. It was only a joke. I thought you would understand. I think I will go to bed early. Goodnight." Lydia stormed out the room. Lizzie sighed as he family were left in a shocked silence. Naturally, Mr Collins' was the first to break the silence as he began to speak of the hardships of families and black sheep. For once in her life, Lizzie was inclined to agree. It wasn't long after Lydia's departure that the rest of Longbourn's residents made their way upstairs. No one really felt like socialising that night.

George Wickham took a long sip of his scotch as he perused the cards in front of him. He desperately needed a win, he was almost completely out of money and the shop owners of Meryton were beginning to catch on to his bad luck. His charm was starting to lose its effect on everyone but the silliest of girls. The whore he had taken to bed the night before had been lacking, she was a pretty young thing with hair like gold and lips the colour of blood but there had been no fire and certainly no money. He was more than happy never to see her again. He scowled as he looked around the table. The money pot in the middle was far more than he could ever pay for and his cards were beyond dismal; still he refused to fold. George Wickham did not fold. Predictably this meant that he lost yet another round. He smirked and turned up the charisma as he promised to pay off the debt by the end of the month. He winked at the busty barmaid and grabbed his red coat from behind his chair. As he turned to head outside towards his room, he was stopped by a young lady. She was wearing the most hideous dress, clearly trying to act far above her station. She had a sly smile on her face and Wickham could recognise that sparkle in her eyes anywhere. This woman was planning revenge and oh how it made his skin tingle. He bowed and gave her his most disarming smile.

"Mr Wickham. It is a pleasure to meet such an exquisite angel." He lied. She was plain at best but she had at the very least some money, and he was oh so intrigued by revenge.

"Do not attempt to flatter me Mr Wickham. I know who you are." The mysterious woman raised her eyebrow but made no attempt to introduce herself. George scowled and straighten his back, on guard, not quite trusting the lady in front of him. "You have debts. I will pay them but I need your help." She stated cooly. Wickham grinned, she apparently spoke his language.

"You seek revenge." He chuckled darkly.

"I seek what's mine" She replied "and you will help me or I tell the town of your trail of debts" He scowled but nodded.

"What do you know of my debts?" George wondered whether this was some form witchcraft. Had he drunk too much scotch?

"We have a common acquaintance and I have informants." She smiled dangerously. He narrowed his eyes at her, he got the feeling that he was being blackmailed. That was his trick, how dare this creature try to use his best plays against him. "Oh do not look at me like that Mr Wickham. I can assure you that this will be a mutually beneficial agreement."

He sighed as he considered his options. "What did you have in mind?"

As she revealed her plan, George's heart sang with glee. If this plan went according to plan then he would have his own revenge on dear old Mr Darcy.

Well I hope you enjoyed it! reviews are appreciated (please try and be constructive if you have issues with this, and not just negative). I'm on tumblr at avengersbarnes if any of you guys like marvel and I love to talk about my writing. I will be looking to wrap this up soon because... if I'm being honest. I don't really love writing this anymore. I've moved on but I want to try and do this justice.