Trials and Tribulations

All invited wedding party and guests (the Bingley's, the Darcy's and the Bennet's) descended upon New York City that morning. It was so much to do that day, that neither Jane and Bingley nor Darcy and Elizabeth had time to be alone together. During the rehearsal, Darcy and Elizabeth stared at each other as they participated, while Bingley and Jane held hands as they watched.

During the rehearsal dinner, Caroline watched this continuous display of affection between Elizabeth and Darcy and fumed. She had to do something and it must be done quickly, as one wedding normally leads to another. And she would do anything to marry Darcy, but she would do more to discredit Elizabeth.

As was the time-honored tradition, the groom was not allowed to see the bride the night before the wedding, so Bingley and Darcy stayed in their room, as did Elizabeth and Jane with Georgiana. The families, however, talked a great deal with the others. There was a genuine affection between the Darcy's and the Bingley's, so much so, that they spent a considerable amount of time with each other outside of their son's friendship. The Bennet's did not feel any less so; they conversed easily with both sets and felt camaraderie amongst them. It was going to be a very amiable friendship within the families. Caroline, however, stayed in her room to plot and plan, instead of either joining with the families or the ladies.

The sun was shining brightly over New York City, giving it an ethereal glow through the haze. The wedding was at 11:00 a.m. to be followed by lunch. The wedding, of course, was beautiful; Jane was a vision, Bingley was handsome, all the mothers cried a little, the fathers held their wives, Darcy and Elizabeth had eyes only for each other, and Caroline was pissed beyond imagination.

Caroline considered herself an outsider on this occasion; everyone else was matched up, although Georgiana was there by herself too. Georgiana tried to hold conversation with Caroline, even though she didn't particularly like her, but she felt sorry for her as she looked at her brother with Elizabeth. Caroline felt the pity from Georgiana and wallowed in hatred.

The others could see the sparks fly between Darcy and Elizabeth and all quietly contemplated another wedding, and soon, by the looks of it.

That evening, after the newly married Bingley's left for their honeymoon, found the younger family members together. Georgiana had asked to go somewhere, but Elizabeth faked tiredness, for she did not want to go anywhere with Caroline. This left Darcy in a quandary, he so desperately wanted to be alone with Elizabeth, but he also wanted to spend some time with his sister. Caroline was excited with the prospect of being with Darcy without Elizabeth that she jumped at the chance.

Caroline had suggested that they go to Rockefeller Center and it was agreed to. Both Georgiana and Darcy had silently formulated a plan and knew that they could count on the other for its fruition. They took a cab to the center, walked around and looked at the sights, and as Georgiana pressed Caroline into a dress shop, Darcy disappeared into the crowd and took a taxi back to the hotel.

Darcy knocked on Elizabeth's door. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Liz. Let me in," he whispered agitated.

She opened the door. "I thought you..."

He didn't let her finish her sentence as he kicked the door closed and kissed her in one sweeping movement. At length, clothes were strewn along the path to the bed and there they fell into a frenzied lovemaking session.

Meanwhile, Caroline and Georgiana searched the center for Darcy, for more than two hours. Georgiana thought she had seen her brother over there or over here, a wild goose chase ensued. Finally, Caroline realized that she had been played. All her anger towards Elizabeth could have been easily turned towards Georgiana, but she only thought of her as a sweet simpleton, who could never be believed to help her brother escape. Therefore, she only patted her hand in comfort and took her to a nice restaurant as she had requested. During dinner, Georgiana, although inwardly pleased, looked teary-eyed as she wondered where her brother might be, while Caroline could hardly keep her pleasant countenance; for Caroline knew where Darcy was and was not pleased. Not at all. That tramp! I must find a way to separate them!

The family's had previously set the time that they would meet for breakfast in the hotel before their departures; all were present and accounted for. Darcy had left Elizabeth's room at 6:00 a.m. to get a few winks in before going home. Since they still only had eyes for each other at breakfast and did not join in much of the conversation and well wishes, they did not notice the looks of everyone else at the table. Mr. and Mrs. Darcy and Georgiana were pleased with the apparent progress of the two. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet weren't that much surprised and only saw their daughter's apparent affection for the young man and vice versa. Mr. and Mrs. Bingley could only be happy for their son's friend and their new daughter-in-law's sister. Yet, they all saw Caroline shooting daggers at Elizabeth with her eyes and wondered.

Each bid their parting adieus and went back to their rooms to pack, for each was due at the airport at different times. It was a pleasant weekend for most.

Darcy had called Elizabeth every day as promised until he went to camp. There he could only call on weekends and only for a few minutes; precious minutes though they were.

Caroline had flown to U of M and sought out her cohorts to find out some dirt on Elizabeth. But to her dismay, there was none. Rather disappointed, she checked in at the airport for a return flight.

"Caroline?!" She spun around to see who called her. "Caroline!" he yelled again.

She saw him and frowned. "Hi, George."

"What are you doing here?" they both asked simultaneously.

"I'm trying out with the Cowboys!" said he.

"Oh, really?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes! I just came back to pick up the last of my things... What are you doing here?"

She sighed. "I came to... I came to see some friends who'll be graduating in the summer."

Wickham noticed her facial expressions. "I thought I might see you down in Dallas."

"I was hoping I'd be invited," she said distracted and sighed.

"I thought you and Will were..."

"Me too! But, apparently, he has other plans."

"Oh, you mean Lizzy?" he asked. "That bitch!" he whispered vehemently.

Caroline's head snapped to attention, she had heard his last remark. "Yeah," she looked downward. "I don't know how she stole him away from me?" she sobbed.

"I do!" he exclaimed. "She's only after a free meal ticket and she chose him over me," he twisted his lips into a frown.

"What happened?" Caroline soothed.

"I offered to take her back, but No! She wanted Will. Fine, he can have her! But if I see her in Dallas, I swear I'll tell him..."

"Tell him what?"

Wickham related to Caroline all of the goings on between himself and Elizabeth, minus some of the more truthful details. Caroline lapped it up for all it was worth.

"Well, that's my plane. See you around Caroline!"

"Yeah... Okay," she said distracted. Hmmm...

Elizabeth studied hard, but not as she had in the past. Even though the summer semester was shorter and therefore more intense, Elizabeth was used to the stress and pace, plus she only had 12 credits to accomplish her goal of graduating early.

Darcy was beyond furious when he found out that Wickham was in camp, but he did not let it show. Whenever, he was required to throw the ball to Wickham, he threw it harder to him than to any other receiver. This, of course, resulted in some dropped balls on Wickham's part making him look the fool, yet he caught almost everything that was thrown his way by the other quarterbacks. This little impasse did not go unnoticed by the assistant coaches and they reported it as such to the head coach.

Elizabeth continued her studies, talked to Jane and Bingley twice a week, called the Darcy's just to say hello and talked to Darcy once each weekend.

During the pre-season, Darcy started two games and played in the other two as well; he was eventually named the starter for the regular season. Mrs. Darcy had come down to Dallas after Caroline left L.A., to find her son a nice apartment. That scenario was planned, so that Darcy could be worry free about where he might stay. She talked to her son quite a bit during that week, but she only saw him once; to kiss him good-bye, wish him luck, and give him the keys to his new residence.

Elizabeth passed with honors in front of her family, minus Bingley. He had been called up to the majors in early August and could not be away. Darcy called her earlier and the Bennet's spent the entire day with Elizabeth.

"So Lizzy, are you still going to work at the U.N.?" asked Mr. Bennet during dinner.

"Yes, Daddy. Why do you ask?"

"Well..."

"We thought that you and Will might have other plans," interrupted Mrs. Bennet.

"Well... He knows that this is what I want to do. Plus, we haven't made any definite plans about our future," she shrugged. "Anyway, he has his first year to get under his belt and I don't want to interfere with his career."

"Nothing's wrong... between you two, I mean... Is it?"

"No, Mom. I'm going down to Dallas tomorrow."

No one said anything more on the subject and Mrs. Bennet changed the conversation to a much lighter tone.

That night they all went back to the hotel, as Elizabeth's things were packed and shipped to Pittsburgh.

The Bennet's followed Elizabeth to drop Darcy's car off at a shipping company, so that it would be sent to him within the week. Then she hopped in the family's rented car and they all rode to the airport together, she kissed them goodbye, and flew to Dallas as they flew back to Pittsburgh and New York.

Darcy was there, pacing, at the airport. He wasn't worried about Elizabeth's arrival, but he was pondering his fight with Wickham the night before. Wickham had gotten cut from the team's roster and blamed Darcy. He barged into Darcy's apartment; they argued and fought until the police arrived. And what did he say about Lizzy? There was broken furniture and glass that Darcy had to clean up before Elizabeth came; he decided not to press charges and just let Wickham go on his merry way. However, knowing Wickham's vindictive streak, he wondered what else he might do. So as he paced the concourse, he did not realize that not only had Elizabeth's plane arrived, but that she was standing right in front of him.

"Will! Will?! What's wrong?" she grabbed him by the arm.

"What?!" he startled. "Oh! Oh, Lizzy!" he embraced her. "My mind was somewhere else. Welcome to Dallas, baby doll!" he picked her up and swung her around and they kissed passionately, although dizzily.

As he put her back down on the ground, she noticed the whelp on his face. As she stroked it, he winced. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he smiled. "Just a little football injury, that's all... Come on let's get your bags."

They retrieved her luggage and zoomed off in his new Mercedes to the apartment.

"Nice car!"

"Thanks," he grinned.

"What are you going to do about your Porsche?"

"I thought I'd give it to you."

"Now what would I do with a car in New York City?"

"I don't know, I just thought you might want it." Elizabeth shrugged. "Then I'll either send it home or keep it in storage for a while."

"Why don't you just sell it or something?"

"My Dad gave me that car. I just couldn't get rid of my first car..."

They made mad, passionate love from almost the moment he opened the door to his apartment.

"I'll see you in a bit, baby doll," whispered Darcy as he kissed Elizabeth on the forehead.

"Hmm? Will... Where are you going?" asked an exhausted Elizabeth.

"To the stadium. We practice for about three hours, then I'll be back."

"But what am I to do, without you?" she feigned fear.

"You can rest up for tonight," he smirked. "I'm not done with you yet."

Elizabeth threw a pillow at Darcy. "Nor am I, with you." He left.

After an hour, Elizabeth decided to get washed and dressed to later explore the apartment. As she wondered around barefooted, she happened upon a small shard of glass that cut the bottom of her foot. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as she fell on the sofa and grabbed her right foot. The shard was sticking out of it, Elizabeth immediately pulled out the glass, examined her injury and limped to Darcy's medicine cabinet to care for it. Where did that glass come from?! Elizabeth went into the bedroom and put on her socks and tennis shoes. She then searched for a vacuum cleaner and went about the room with the appliance; she found additional pieces of glass under the sofa.

Later, as Elizabeth was watching the television, the phone rang. She almost picked it up, but remembered that this was not her apartment, yet.

'Will... Will? I'm sorry.'

Elizabeth jumped as she heard the voice. Oh my God, what does he want with Will?!?!?!?! She paced. "He's sorry?! What does that mean?!"

Elizabeth pondered this cryptic message for a long time. Should I ask him about it? Should I pretend I didn't hear it? Should I... She could come up with no real conclusions to her possible premeditated actions; so around noon, Elizabeth began to prepare a lunch. Darcy would be returning in a few minutes and she would leave her actions to his reaction. Elizabeth defrosted some chicken pieces and decided to grill them on the balcony.

As she was rousting up some vegetables, Darcy came in. "Liz?!" he yelled. "Liz?!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" she yelled back.

Within a few moments, Darcy raced in the kitchen, embraced her tightly, and kissed her passionately. "I missed you," he spoke in between kisses.

"You've only been gone a few hours," she chuckled throatily.

"Um, hmm," was all he muttered as he kissed her neck.

"Will... Will!" Darcy snapped up from his foreplay and raised an eyebrow. "Can't this wait until after lunch? It's almost ready."

"I guess," he sighed and released her. "I'll just check for any messages."

Elizabeth followed him out into the living room. Darcy played his message and frowned.

"What was all that about?"

"Nothing," he said rather shortly. Elizabeth said nothing and went back into the kitchen to finish up with the vegetables, while Darcy picked up his gear to take to the bedroom and slammed the door, making Elizabeth jump. Darcy paced the room, incessantly. "Sorry?! Sorry?!?! Damn fool!" After a few minutes, he calmed down and went in search for Elizabeth; he found her on the balcony, looking out over the city. He embraced her from behind and sighed into her hair.

"That message obviously upset you, yet, you won't tell me what's wrong," she said, still not turning to face him. Darcy buried his head in her hair and for a few minutes, neither said a word.

Finally, Elizabeth broke the silence. "I'd better check the veggies," she said as she scooted from his embrace. Elizabeth went to the kitchen, found plates, scooped the corn on one and broccoli on another.

"Can I help?"

"Yes. Get the butter, salt and pepper and something to drink," she said as she walked past him back to the balcony.

They ate in silence. After cleaning up the lunch dishes, Elizabeth sat on the sofa and flicked on the television; she would not push him on this, he would have to tell her. It was obvious that the message was not about her, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but Darcy took this as a sign of frustration.

And so he began. "That was George Wickham," he spat. Elizabeth did not look up as he stood in front of her. "On the answering machine, I mean... He was here... in Dallas... trying out for the team. He got cut on Tuesday and he blamed me." Finally, she looked up at him with questions in her eyes. "He came over here, we argued and fought..." Elizabeth gasped. "The police took him away... I didn't press charges. I just wanted him to leave Dallas and go back to whatever rock he crawled out from under." Darcy sat down beside her.

Well, if it was about me, Will would've said something! Elizabeth sighed and placed her hand on his cheek to examine the whelp again. "Did you win?" she hid a giggle, but her eyes flashed mischievously.

He smiled. "Yeah!" That punk fights like a girl!

She kissed him softly on the lips. "Good," she murmured.

They kissed passionately and later headed for the bedroom, where they made love again.

"Liz?" Darcy felt her get out of bed.

"I'm just going to get something to eat. I'm hungry."

He smiled. "But what are you looking for in the dark?"

"My robe... a shirt... something... anything."

"Why? It's only me and you here."

"I don't walk around totally naked..."

"But I love to see you in all your natural loveliness," he laughed.

Elizabeth jumped onto the bed, straddled him, grabbed a pillow and playfully tried to smother Darcy. They both laughed as he wrestled the pillow away from her; both were breathing quite heavily after the match. Elizabeth's long curly hair was hanging around her face as she knelt over him. Darcy grabbed her buttocks and began to massage it. Elizabeth leaned down and kissed him, first on the mouth, then his cheek, his neck, and his chest as she slid herself down his body, making him hard and erect instantly. He massaged her back and shoulders as she kissed lower, to his belly button, to his waistline, to his stiff phallus. She kissed the tip, repeatedly and he moaned. She slid her tongue up and down the shaft and he groaned. She opened her mouth and slurped and sucked him into oblivion, all he could do was shudder. Damn near explosion he leaned up quickly, grabbed her hair roughly and placed his mouth on hers, fiercely. His tongue wondered aimlessly in her mouth as she positioned herself over him. She reached down and grabbed his penis and guided it to her wetness and with one swift movement, he was inside her as she plummeted downward. Elizabeth gasped as though it was the first time, she jerked her head back and began to grind; back and forth, up and down, round and round, in a slow methodic motion. Their lovemaking was at first melodious, then Darcy began to heat up considerably, he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and moved her up and down on his penis, faster and faster. They both groaned deliciously as she pounded down on him at a rapid pace. At length, Darcy guided Elizabeth on her back and resumed the fast pace. She writhed excitedly and tightened her legs around his waist to slow him down. He got the message, and began to slowly pump her into submission. Suddenly, Elizabeth dug her fingers into his neck and shook violently. Darcy, who always in tune with Elizabeth felt her tremors and that, in turn, triggered his ejaculation. This one was so powerful that he knelt upright, with her still clinging to him and weeping, exclaimed his good fortune, squeezed her so tightly that she could barely breathe, and released in her waves and waves of his love. They remained as such for more than a few minutes, although his grip on her was less restrictive than previously. After their breathing became regular and calm, Darcy maneuvered himself on his back, yet still inside her, and laid them both down; she on top of him. All previous thoughts of food by Elizabeth were forgotten, as she lay on top of her lover, completely satisfied.

Elizabeth was making breakfast in the kitchen as Darcy came up behind her. "Good morning love..."

"Oh! Will Darcy, you scared the living daylights out of me!" She tried to swing at him, but he ducked. When she turned around to chase him, she saw him standing there in his birthday suit, and she pursed her lips to stifle a laugh. "You look like a little boy, happy to be rid of his nappy," she chuckled.

He approached her and took her into his arms. "Little Willie maybe sleep right now, but in no time, he can be wide awake," he laughed as he unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing, his shirt to be exact.

"Will, the bacon!" she exclaimed as she turned her head away from his kisses.

"Bacon be damned! How about some sausage?!" he chuckled as he pulled her closer, his hands roaming her chest and buttocks.

"You must be hungry? I know I am..."

"Um hmm," he whispered as he continued to kiss her neck. "Hungry for you."

"Let me go, Will."

He backed off and sat down in a chair at the table, sulking. Elizabeth fixed her shirt and turned back to the task at hand, all the while smiling to herself. She placed the food on the table and they both ate in silence. Elizabeth finished first and began washing the dishes. Darcy had a hard on just watching her. He decided to risk it again and approached her from behind. He lifted her shirt and thrust his shaft against her buttocks while massaging her breasts.

Elizabeth, although mesmerized by his touch, decided to teach him a lesson. She took the spray hose, turned on the cold water and sprayed him over her back. "Cool down, Will," she laughed.

"Argh," he shouted and backed up as she continued the spray. When she saw that he was completely drenched and looking quite tasty, she decided to turn back to the dishes and finish them.

"Did you really think a little cold water would slay the dragon?" he said as nuzzled her neck. "He's too ornery for that!" he laughed as he began where he left off.

Elizabeth could no longer fight the feeling and gave in as he fingered the lips to her vagina. She let out a soft sigh and trembled, then she further guided his hand so as to make her all wet and creamy. They both began a bump and grind against the sink. But as his fingers crept inside her, she slumped over the sink and let him have his way with her.

Darcy pondered his situation, she was much shorter than he was, so he pulled a chair over, hoisted her upon it and positioned her for his entry. He kissed her back as he rubbed her thighs; she was swaying to his movements. As they were both ready and willing, he entered her and she let out a great gasp. He pumped, pushed, and thrust, as she moaned and groaned. For Elizabeth, it was ecstasy and agony. For Darcy it was pure ecstasy, he loved the control he had over her, especially doggy style. The chair rocked, they almost lost their balance several times, but that just made it more enjoyable, and so they pushed onward. At length, Elizabeth shook and slumped over the chair and into the sink, as Darcy exploded he fell backward onto the wet floor. He stayed in that position until he was able to gain some semblance of reality.

"I've got to get going," he said sheepishly and left to shower and dress.

Elizabeth just shook her head. A few minutes later, she would walk unsteadily as she mopped up the floor.

Later that afternoon, while Darcy was at practice, another phone call came, as Elizabeth was in the kitchen deciding what to defrost for dinner, and she let the machine answer it.

'Hi Will! Guess who?! It's me, Caroline! I'm in town visiting Carmen, but she doesn't have an extra room for me to stay in. And I was wondering if I could stay with you? Call me! Oh, 555-1634!'

Elizabeth laughed. "How cozy it's gonna be with the three of us in Will's apartment! Caroline will have a hissy fit when she finds out I'm here!" She laughed for a while longer, until it hit her. "Oh God! Caroline and him, here at the same time! I'm dead!" Elizabeth swallowed hard and thought again. "She doesn't know anything!" she sighed. "I'll just be cool and pray to God that things stay just the way they are."

Not fifteen minutes later, another call came.

'Will... Look, I'm sorry about what happened. It's my temper, I know. I really need to talk to you, buddy. I'll be at um, hey buddy, what's the number here? Uh, 555-2789. I'll be here all day. Call me.'

Elizabeth was somewhat puzzled. What if he finds out I'm here?! Do I deny everything or do I just admit it? She sat and wondered about her predicament. I can't tell him!

A little while later, Darcy came home. "Hey babe, your conquering hero is home!" he exclaimed as he dropped his gear and lifted Elizabeth off the couch into his arms. "Did you miss me?!" he whispered as he placed soft kisses all over her face.

"Umm hmm," she said breathlessly.

"Umm hmm? Is that all?" he asked as he continued with his kisses.

"You got... some messages..."

"Umm hmm," he whispered as he kissed her lips, slowly; only to begin exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Elizabeth would protest, but her mind was otherwise occupied, as were her hands and anything else he required at that time. At length, as they both came apart for air, she said, "I think you better play your messages. They're very interesting."

"Hmm," he said as she climbed down from his frame. "Don't move." Darcy went over to the table and played his messages. "Argh! The two people I dislike most in the world decide to call me today! Are the gods against me?! Was I some demon in my previous life?!" he rolled his eyes as he spoke. He cursed out loud and paced; Elizabeth said not a word. Then Darcy picked up his phone and dialed.

'Barney's!' said a woman on the other side.

"Barney's? Um, excuse me, Miss, where... Is this a bar?"

'Yes,' the woman said, irritated. Idiot!

"Uh, can I speak to George Wickham?"

'Sure, hold on!' she put the phone down. 'George! George!' she shrieked. 'Phone!'

A few moments passed. "Hello?"

"George, why are you calling my place?!"

"Will, I need money."

"Money?! Isn't that always the way with you?!"

"Look, I know you're still angry with me. I don't blame you... But if you want me out of town, then you'll throw a few dollar bills my way, so I can go back home."

"What happened to the money the Cowboys gave you for camp?"

"Haha," he chuckled. "That went up in smoke..."

"All right!" Darcy ran his fingers through his hair as Elizabeth watched. "But I'm not giving you cash. I'm booking a ticket for you and I will personally take you to the airport to see you on it!" Darcy sneered.

"Okay, okay... Thanks, Will."

"I'll call you back in a few minutes." Darcy hung up from Wickham and dialed the airport. He booked the next flight to L.A. (3 hours before take off) and re-dialed Barney's.

"Barney's."

"George Wickham, please."

"It's me, Will."

"Where is this place anyway?" Wickham gave him the street address and directions. "I'll pick you up in an hour or so. Be ready." Darcy hung up and dialed again. "Hi Carmen. This is Will Darcy, is..."

"Caroline!" Carmen called to her friend before Darcy finished his sentence. "Will's on the phone!"

"Hi Will!" sang Caroline as though she were talking to her lover. "Can I stay? There's no room for me here..." Caroline lied. Danny and Carmen White had a huge mansion with plenty of rooms, but she hoped Darcy did not know of it.

"Caroline," Darcy gritted his teeth. He couldn't take out his anger on his best friend's sister. "Caroline, I only have one bedroom."

"But Will, I wouldn't be a bother. I'll only be staying until Tuesday..."

"I just don't have any room for you."

"I could sleep on your couch," she whined.

"Caroline, I can't."

Caroline whined for a few more minutes, but Darcy protested and finally got her off the phone. Darcy sat on the couch next to Elizabeth with a thud and rubbed his temples.

Elizabeth reached around him and started to give him a back rub. "Let me take care of you." It was more of a demand than it was a suggestion.

Darcy leaned forward and let Elizabeth work her magic on his now tense neck and back.

"See you in a bit."

"Will..." Don't mention my name, please?! "Don't do anything..."

"I won't, I promise," he said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Darcy found the bar without any problems and he and Wickham drove to the airport in silence. Once inside, Darcy purchased the ticket, walked to the gate with Wickham following, and sat down.

"I really appreciate all this Will. Really." Darcy nodded. "I don't know what I would've done without you all these years, buddy."

What does he want now?! "What are you gonna do when you get home?"

"Work for my father or yours," he smiled. Definitely yours!

Darcy tried to contain his contempt, but his eyes betrayed him. "Good Luck," he said as they announced boarding.

"Thanks," said Wickham as he rose and picked up his luggage and departed.

Darcy stood and watched as Wickham went through the tunnel; he walked towards the window, and as the plane took off, he then turned to watch as they locked the tunnel door; and finally he sighed with relief. His old nemesis was gone for good!

Darcy arrived home and walked straight to the phone to dial, without acknowledging Elizabeth. "Mom, George is on his way home."

"Good. What are his plans?"

"He says that he wants to work for either his father or Dad. Most definitely, Dad! Can't you do something about that?!" he asked while trying to remain calm.

"I'll do what I can. I can't promise anything. Your father still thinks George is wonderful and I'm not sure how to dissuade him. But I'll try."

"Thanks Mom. Oh, Liz says hi."

"Put her on the phone!"

"Liz." Elizabeth came over to him; he kissed her on the cheek and handed her the phone.

Elizabeth took the phone quickly and began talking animatedly to his mother. They talked for fifteen minutes and then hung up.

They relaxed and ate and made love the rest of the day.

"Come on Lizzy?!" exclaimed Darcy as he pounded on the bathroom door.

"Will, I'm not sure I want to meet all those hulking football players!"

"Don't worry sweetheart. There'll be plenty of ladies there..."

"Yes I know. But will there be girlfriend's?"

"Be serious Liz, most of us are too young to be seriously involved."

"You are! And I'm not coming out, unless you promise me some girlfriends!"

"I didn't know you swung that way?"

Elizabeth opened the door. "You know what I meant!"

Darcy pulled her into his arms. "I'm not so sure. Convince me?" he asked as he kissed her.

A little while later, they left for the team picnic. Darcy introduced Elizabeth to all his teammates and their wives or fiancée's or girlfriends. They were having a good time until...

"Will!!!" yelled Caroline from the other side of the room. Darcy flinched and turned around hoping that the voice was referring to someone else, but no such luck. Caroline came running over to him and embraced him, even though she saw Elizabeth standing next to him. "I missed you this summer!"

Darcy pushed Caroline off his person. "Caroline, don't play," he warned. "I'm sure you remember Liz?"

Caroline sneered and glared at Elizabeth, but said not a word to her. Then she turned her attention back to Darcy. "I thought you'd at least call me at Carmen's to see how I was doing. But I won't hold it against you," she said ever so sweetly. "I heard you're starting! That's wonderful! I always knew you'd start. You were the best quarterback we ever had and..."

"Caroline, what are you doing here?" he interrupted, not wanting to be the target of her fawning.

"Well, Carmen is married to Danny and since I'm staying with them, she invited me along. And I was so excited that I'd get to see you! But I had to keep it quiet, since Danny's upset that you took his starting job," she said this last in a whisper.

"Umm hmm," said Darcy as he pulled Elizabeth and they walked away.

Sometime later, Elizabeth had gone to the ladies room and Caroline followed her.

"So Eliza, I hear you and George Wickham were quite an item at school," she smirked as she powdered her nose in the mirror.

Elizabeth sighed. "Caroline, I don't know where you get your information?"

"From the source, of course!" she spat. "When I tell Will that you were screwing his friend right under his nose, he'll dump you like the tramp that you are! And when I tell him the whole disgusting story about..."

"He won't believe you," she said calmly, but shakily. Oh God, I hope not!

"You wanna bet?!"

She thought about it and decided that Darcy would never believe Caroline over her, at least she hoped not. "Then by all means... I would never suspend any pleasure of yours." And with that Elizabeth left.

"We'll just see about that!" Caroline exclaimed as she followed her out the room. "And if I wanted Will, I could take him from you any day!!"

Darcy wasn't too far from the facilities and he heard Caroline screaming; he walked swiftly over to Elizabeth.

"Caroline, is this another feeble attempt to get me in your bed? Well, it won't work, I'm wise to your schemes." Elizabeth exhaled deeply and silently. "No more threats to my fiancée!" Darcy sneered in a deep resounding whisper. Then he brightened as he turned to Elizabeth. "Baby doll, are you ready to go?"

Caroline stood dumbfounded. Fiancée?!?!

"You know I am, honey!" Elizabeth feigned a southern accent as she grabbed his hand and smiled sweetly to Caroline.

Darcy and Elizabeth said their good-bye's to everyone and left.

On the drive home. "Can you believe her?" asked Darcy.

"Yes," Elizabeth sighed.

"Was she like that at school? You never did tell me about it."

"Well..." Elizabeth went on to relate the goings-on with Caroline and the goof troop. "Chip hung around a lot to diffuse the situation, but he couldn't be around all the time."

"So, where was I?"

"You were..." Too busy being a football hero! "Well, you were... busy."

"You promised to let me know when she..."

"I promised to let you know when it got too much for me. It never did."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"She won't give up, you know?"

"I know," she sighed. And I just escaped that one with my life!

They arrived back at the apartment, talked a little and made love.

Elizabeth had a lot of nervous energy, thoughts of Caroline and Wickham danced in her head as she and Darcy made love. There seemed to be an interminable amount of pressure on her and she didn't know which way to turn. If she told Darcy, would he believe her or leave her? She determined that she would go to New York and her new job, give Darcy time to get through his first season without undue pressure, and tell him after Christmas; she slept fitfully.

Later that night, Darcy suddenly woke up and frantically looked at a sleeping Elizabeth. He remembered some of his argument and fight with Wickham and he so much wanted to ask her about him. Nah! I'll believe my Lizzy over anyone! And with that Darcy went back to sleep, although not soundly. Just the thought of Elizabeth being with someone else was like a knife twisting in his back, and if that someone was Wickham, he couldn't fathom how he would react. It made him restless with worry and he determined not to let her out of his sight again, by any means necessary. He knew she would put up a good fight, but in the end he would win, he always did.

Darcy woke up, grabbed a quick breakfast drink and ran out the door. He had overslept and was going to be late for practice if he did not hurry. Elizabeth lay lazily in bed, still smiling from their early morning session. She had been awake, but had not bothered to get up for her man. By now her thought turned to Wickham and Caroline, so she decided to get out of bed and keep herself busy by cleaning and cooking.

Darcy came home by afternoon and surprised her while she was vacuuming. He grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck.

"Argh!" she screamed and turned immediately in his arms. "Will Darcy you scared me half to death!"

"I couldn't help myself, baby doll! You just looked so tasty and domesticated and all," he smirked.

"Domesticated, eh?" she exhaled and began chasing him with the vacuum. "I'll show you domesticated!"

They played and laughed until lunch was ready. Darcy sat smiling as Elizabeth removed the apron from around her waist and sat down.

"You'll have to drop me off at the airport in the morning," she said nonchalantly.

"I don't want you to go."

"I know, sweetheart. But I start at the U.N. on Monday and I need to acquaint myself with the city."

"You misunderstand me. I don't want you to go," he emphasized the last part slowly and matter-of-factly as he gazed intently at her. It was not a statement, it was more of a demand. Elizabeth got the message, but said nothing. "You should stay here. I need you with me."

"Will..."

"No, Liz. I've been thinking about it all summer. It's going to be a tough year for me and I need you with me, that's all."

A long, silent pause ensued.

Elizabeth finally spoke up. "I want to be with you too, but I have obligations, Will."

"You can get a job here, if that's what you really want?"

"What I really want is my job at the U.N."

"What about me? What about what I want?"

Elizabeth breathed in and exhaled, she placed her elbows on the table and put her fists to her mouth, trying desperately to remain calm. "You already have what you want, Will. Let me have my dream?" Don't make me choose.

"I assumed your dreams included me," he whined

"They still do, but..."

"Then why are you leaving, when I want you to stay? You could have everything you want right here in Dallas."

With Caroline and him lurking around! Hell No!! "No, you could have everything you want right here in Dallas." A panicked Elizabeth pushed back her chair and rose from the table. She paced back and forth in front of the sink, before turning around. "I love you, Will, but if you expect me to become the little woman all of a sudden and give up my dreams, you don't know me very well. I need to do what I want to do, at least for a little while. Can't you understand that?" Darcy said nothing, but a scowl grew across his face. "I went to school for a reason, you know? I have plans! I, I would suffocate here!"

"Suffocate?! Suffocate?! Is that what you think I'd do?" he asked, but didn't let her answer. "I'd make sure you'd be able to do what ever you wanted to do! I'll pay for more school or, or, whatever!" he pounded his fist on the table, making the dishes and utensils clatter. "There's got to be some international company or embassy down here that you could work for! Maybe my father could open up a branch..."

When did you turn selfish and controlling?! "You're trying to control me!"

"I never said that!"

"You just said you'd pay for everything! And you damn near found me a job!"

"I'll do whatever it takes, Liz!"

I want to stay, but I have to do something about Caroline and that... other one, before I stay here! Elizabeth sucked in her breath deeply and calmed. "I ask you to wait one year. Just one year..."

"Do you know how much can happen in one year?!" he pushed his chair out from the table and it fell over.

"I don't want to argue with you over this anymore, Will. As far as I can see, it's pointless," she said shakily.

Darcy narrowed his eyes as he glared at her. "It's not pointless, Liz. But you're right, we are at an impasse." And with that he left the dining room, went into his bedroom and slammed the door.

Darcy stayed in his room and avoided Elizabeth for the rest of the afternoon, while Elizabeth watched TV in the living room. Darcy couldn't understand why she wouldn't do what he wanted her to do. Elizabeth couldn't believe that this was the same man she fell in love with.

Finally, Elizabeth decided to break the silence. She went to the bedroom door, found it locked and knocked. "Will. Let me in... Please?"

Darcy opened the door and flounced back to his bed, ignoring her. Elizabeth saw him pouting and said nothing; instead she packed up her belongings.

When she finished, Elizabeth ventured to speak as she sat down on the opposite side of the bed. "Why can't you see my side of this?"

Darcy stared straight ahead, at nothing. "Why can't you see mine?" Then he got up, put on his shoes and left the apartment.

Elizabeth sat stunned as she heard the front door slam. After a few minutes, she recalled their argument, with tears streaming down her face, but she could not understand why Darcy had changed so. Maybe he already knows!

After a few hours and no Darcy, Elizabeth changed into a nightgown, set out her clothes for tomorrow, turned off the lights in the room and laid down in the bed. She couldn't sleep; she worried. She worried that he was somewhere injured or ill, or in a fight, or... if this was the end of their relationship. She worried as she finally heard his keys in the door and the opening and closing of it. She worried after his long pause in the living room as he tossed the keys onto the table. She worried as she heard his footsteps labor into the kitchen, open the refrigerator door and close it again within moments. She worried as his dark frame appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, and lingered there. She worried until...

Darcy slowly crept up to the bed and sat next to Elizabeth. "Liz?" he whispered. "Liz?" he whispered again, even closer to her ear.

"Yes?" she answered, barely audible. Yes, my heart?

"I love you. I don't want you to leave."

Elizabeth tenderly kissed him on the lips. "I might be living in New York, but I'll never leave you. I'll always be there for you."

Darcy responded with a kiss, tenderly, yet longingly. "I love you."

"I love you," she repeated.

And they kissed. Soft pecks, at first, then lingering and slow.

Elizabeth reached up and stroked his face and she sighed. All is well.

Darcy swept his tongue over her lips in a long, slow, drawn-out lick. She'll change her mind in the morning.

They made love and afterwards Darcy proposed to Elizabeth, she accepted, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. In Darcy's mind, all he had to do was make promises and make love to her and then she would succumb to his wishes.

Darcy was very upset that Elizabeth hadn't changed her mind; he dropped her off at the airport that morning without ceremony and went to practice before she even boarded the plane.

Elizabeth arrived in New York later that afternoon; she had taken a taxi to the Bingley's apartment. Elizabeth and Jane and Bingley talked for nearly three hours, she called her family and the Darcy's to tell them of her engagement, and then she called Darcy.

"Hi baby," she whispered huskily.

"Who is this?" asked Darcy.

"There should only be one lady calling you baby, Will Darcy," she laughed.

"Oh, it's you."

"And I thought you missed me," she pouted playfully.

"What's your name again?"

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

Darcy and Elizabeth talked for another few minutes and then hung up, without the 'I love you's' and other endearments that normally filled their previous conversations. Darcy decided to teach her a lesson for not doing what he wanted her to do, while Elizabeth worried about his sudden change in attitude. Or was it something else?

The Dallas Cowboys lost their first game, 28-0. Darcy was, to say the least, disheartened, shocked, grieved. His parents and friends called to tell him that things would get better; he tried to sound nonchalant, but it ate him up, terribly. Caroline called under the pretense of soothing him, but the things she said only made him mad. Elizabeth called to soothe her wounded hero, but he would have none of it; the last thing he wanted from her was pity.

The Dallas Cowboys continued to lose all of their games this month, and even now it seemed that not only was this affecting the team, but their fans and the city as well.

During the first game of this month, Darcy broke his index finger on his throwing arm during the game and was inconsolable afterwards. Elizabeth had flown down for the next weekend, but it was not enough. He felt her pity and despised her for it; he avoided being with her as much as he could.

Again, like last month, the Cowboys did not win a game. This debacle was written up in every newspaper in the state; the new owner, new coach, and new quarterback were their major complaints. Darcy's parents flew in after Elizabeth left, but they also failed at placating their son. Mr. Darcy left after a week, while Mrs. Darcy's length of stay was yet to be determined. Elizabeth and Darcy continued their long-distance relationship, although the pressure he felt in being a loser was prevalent in their conversations, which had dwindled down to once a week.

The fist game of this month, the Cowboys beat their hated rivals the Washington Redskins and all was well in the city of Dallas, for a while. Darcy had not yet been cleared to play and so he felt even worse, since they won. He feared that he would not get his starting job back. The next game, Darcy was cleared to play and his spirits soared when Coach Johnson told him his starting position was safe. Darcy played a valiant game, it was very close and almost toward the end of the game, the same situation happened as it did in the Rose Bowl. Darcy dropped back for a pass, scrambled away from a St. Louis Cardinal's defensive player, and threw a 75-yard touchdown pass to put the team ahead. Yet, as in the past, Darcy laid prostrate on the stadium carpet, unmoving, with 'the Nutcracker' again, celebrating over him. The difference this time is that Darcy was rendered unconscious and would remain so even after they carried him on a stretcher off the field and into the examining room; all total Darcy was out for 8 minutes. And this time, his mother was there to take him home. The Cowboys, as was their usual, lost the game in the end.

Later in the month, Darcy received a phone call; it was a most shocking and upsetting call and it ended with a cursing out and a hanging up, all on Darcy's part.

Darcy's confidence, in his abilities and choices, sunk even lower and most often didn't call Elizabeth or return her calls. Elizabeth would lie awake until very late each night, waiting for his calls, but when he didn't, she would weep into her pillows until she fell asleep.

Elizabeth called Darcy on his birthday, but she could only leave messages. After practice, he came home listened to his messages from family and friends, but returned only one of them, to his father and sister in L.A.

That afternoon, Mrs. Darcy carefully watched her son as they privately celebrated his birthday. "Honey, aren't you going to return the rest of your calls?"

"No."

"Not even, Lizzy's?"

Darcy breathed in and out, deeply. "Mom, I can't talk to Liz right now."

"She loves you, baby boy."

"If that's true, then she'll wait for me to call her back!" And with that Darcy pulled up from the kitchen table, grabbed some pillows and blankets from the hall closet and tumbled onto the couch.

Mrs. Darcy took care not to disturb her son, he was very much like herself when he was in one of these dark moods, and no amount of pampering would help. So, later, when she was convinced her son was asleep, she went into the bedroom and called Elizabeth at work.

"Lizzy? This is Mrs. Darcy."

"Oh hi! Are you still in Dallas?"

"Yes. Will got your message, but... But he's in such a black mood, that he's not willing to talk to anyone. Can you come down here for Thanksgiving?"

"I, I, I can't, I'm going home. But I'm coming down for Christmas."

"It's really important, Lizzy. He needs you here with him."

"He doesn't need or want me there! I'm sorry, Mrs. Darcy, I didn't mean to sound so abrupt..."

"No offense taken, honey."

"When I came down last month, he barely said ten words to me." Elizabeth exhaled. "I can't seem to snap him out of it... It's hopeless!"

"It's not hopeless, Lizzy. He just needs you to be here."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Darcy, but I think you're wrong. He might've said he needed me, once, but instead he pushes me away. It's like he's punishing me."

"I'm sorry I bothered you...."

"No, you didn't bother me," she sighed. "Please don't take it that way? I love him with all my heart, but I don't know what to do? He doesn't call me or... I've never seen him so withdrawn."

"You've never seen him lose."

"No, come to think of it, I haven't."

"Well, this is something you're going to have to get used to, if you're going to be his wife."

"What do you do when this happens?"

"You should ask my husband. Will's more like me in his moodiness."

"Oh... Mrs. Darcy I hate to bring this to an abrupt end, but I have to go. Please tell Will that I love him and that I'll call him tonight?"

"I will, sweetie. Bye."

They hung up.

Elizabeth put her head in her hands as she placed her elbows on her desk and wiped her tears away. She had no clue as to what to do about Darcy, instead of talking every night; they rarely talked at all. They were heading toward ending their relationship, but she wanted to prolong it as much as she could, and she still hoped that maybe the team would win some games and he would be different, or the same as he was before.

Later, Elizabeth went home, talked to Bingley and Jane and they all stood around the phone as she dialed Darcy's number. Mrs. Darcy answered the phone and told them the same as she told Elizabeth earlier that afternoon; Darcy did not want to talk to anyone. Elizabeth immediately ran to her room and cried herself to sleep.

The next day, Elizabeth, Jane and Bingley went to Pittsburgh for the holidays.

As was tradition in most American households, families sat down and ate an early dinner and then sat down to watch the two NFL football games on TV. And as was also tradition, the Detroit Lions hosted one of the games, while the Dallas Cowboys hosted the other. This thought had never crossed any of their minds, as the Bennets and the Bingleys waddled to the family room after a festive meal, to watch their favorite past-time; no one, of course, remembered until the TV was turned on.

As they were all taking their seats, they heard the familiar music, but when the commentator announced the half-time score, 'Philadelphia Eagles 17, Dallas Cowboys nothing', all heads snapped up to attention. Elizabeth froze midway in her sitting, pushed herself back out of the chair, calmly walked out of the room, and then ran to her bedroom. There she spilled tears in a fury, while everyone downstairs paled; Jane offered to go upstairs after her, but everyone thought it best to leave her alone for a while.

Elizabeth fell asleep on her wet pillows and did not wake until the early hours of the next day.

"Oh, Lizzy! You scared me to death!" squealed Mrs. Bennet as she turned on the lights in the kitchen. "Are you alright?"

"Yes Mom."

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Elizabeth sighed, but said not a word, which gave her mother the meaning that she did indeed want to talk about it. "You know, Will's a lot like your father, probably like all men. Why I bet even Charles gets depressed after losing."

"I know Mom, I remember Daddy being upset when the Steelers were a losing team. And I've had to live with Chip after a losing season this year, but..."

"You think this has something to do with you?" Elizabeth nodded, as the tears that she was so desperately trying to hold back, began to flow. "The life of a wife or girlfriend of an athlete, my dear. We are expected to bear the brunt of the pain, the anger and the disillusionment, but bear it with dignity, calmness, and devotion." Mrs. Bennet went to embrace her youngest child. "You shouldn't blame yourself, Lizzy." Elizabeth began to weep openly. "Will is going to snap out of this, I'm sure. But all the same, when you do go down there, do nothing to upset him. If he doesn't want pity, don't pity him. If he doesn't want hugs, don't hug him. If he doesn't want kisses, don't kiss him. If he doesn't want your love, love him anyway."

Hearing the last, Elizabeth chuckled. "Thanks Mom," she said as she held her mother tighter. "I'm better now," she sniffled as she wiped her tears.

Elizabeth and her mother talked more so, over coffee. And when everyone came down for breakfast, Elizabeth told them of her plans and they all agreed it should work.

That night, Elizabeth called Darcy, but again his mother answered. They talked for a little bit, as Darcy lounged on the couch pretending not to listen. They hung up.

"That was Lizzy in case you wanted to know." And with that Mrs. Darcy walked into the bedroom to go to sleep.

Elizabeth, Jane and Bingley went back to New York City. Elizabeth as well as Bingley continued to call Darcy everyday, but he refused to answer the phone. Mrs. Darcy left at the end of the month.

The losing had really gotten to the team, they blamed each other, the coaches, but they especially blamed Darcy. His confidence had withered to nearly nothing and he even got into a fight with one of his teammates before the last game of the season. The fight was more than just about blame and losing, Darcy was completely bewildered and struck out at anything in his path and it had a lot to do with Elizabeth and the phone call he received last month.

The night before the fight, Elizabeth left the following message: 'Will, I'm flying down there on Friday, the 22^nd... If you don't want to see me, just tell me. Leave me a message. Otherwise I'll be there and you can tell me to my face.'

Did he want to see her? Did he want it to be over? Did she? He didn't know and, at this point, he didn't care; he was too busy wallowing in his own self-pity.

That evening, Elizabeth arrived at the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport, but did not see Darcy. She waited for him for over an hour; she cried in the bathroom and she was even tempted to get back on another plane and go home, but decided against it; they would have it out and that would be that. Elizabeth took a taxicab to his apartment and knocked on his door.

"Will? Will! It's me... Liz! Are you in there? Will! Will! This is ridiculous! Let me..."

Darcy suddenly opened the door, mock bowed and waved his hand for her to enter. Elizabeth walked inside, unsteadily; and as he closed and locked the door she could see the apartment was totally dark.

"Did you forget about me? Or did you..." Darcy grabbed her roughly, pinned her up against the door, and kissed her savagely. "You're... hurting... me!" she screamed as she tried to move her head away from his. "Will, no! Please?!" she cried as he ignored her. He grabbed her face about the chin and began his assault again. "Don't! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed frantically as she could taste the alcohol on his lips. "I love you, Will! Don't... do this!"

Darcy backed off. "Get out," he said calmly.

"No," she whispered. "I want to help you," she said as he turned away. "We need to talk!" she exclaimed as he ran to his room and slammed the door behind him.

Elizabeth felt her way around the dark room and found the couch; there she sobbed quietly, but deeply and bitterly. She was confused, hurt, and the man that did this to her was the man that she loved desperately.

Darcy stood at his bedroom door, breathing raggedly, and trembling; he had wanted to hurt her as much as he was hurting, but instead this action made him feel ashamed and sickened.

Elizabeth woke up late that morning, but found that she not only had a blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm, but an envelope addressed to her, laid sealed on the coffee table in front of her.

Elizabeth straightened and immediately looked around her; she had hoped that Darcy would be standing there, waiting. But alas, he was not. Instead of reading the contents of the envelope, she went to wash up and put on another outfit. When she emerged from the bedroom, she went into the kitchen to make something for her hunger and find something for her headache. She made a simple plate of bacon and eggs and tea. After cleaning up, she sat on the couch and opened the envelope. It read simply:

Elizabeth put her head in her hands and waited for the tears to fall, but they did not. Instead, she waited for Darcy to return home.

Darcy took his time coming home. He wasn't sure if Elizabeth would be waiting for him or if she had gone back to New York; and he didn't know which would be worse. He was a wreck at practice; his concentration had failed him completely, his unflappable persona had entirely abandoned him, and his confidence had totally deserted him. Could he go home and face the woman who could possibly and rightly hate him? Did he care, really? His self-doubt had turned into a mixture of torture and resentfulness. He had tried to recover from this downward spiral that had him prostrate and stupefied, but it was too overwhelming. So he drove around the city for an hour or so, made up his mind, and then drove home.

Elizabeth startled when she heard his keys in the door. Darcy peaked around the door, waiting for something to be thrown at him, unannounced and unwanted, yet warranted. Since there was no such flying object and he espied Elizabeth sitting on the couch with her head in her hands, he walked in.

"Hi," he said as he tossed his keys on the table near the door. Elizabeth did not answer, so Darcy sat down heavily in the chair directly across from her.

When she finally looked up, Elizabeth gasped. "Your eye! What happened?!"

"Nothing that I didn't deserve." Darcy looked directly into her eyes. "I think it's better if you leave. I'm not the man I used to be. Things have changed and I don't want you here."

Elizabeth swallowed hard. "Do you love me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"No."

Elizabeth blinked, but remained calm, although her heart was breaking. "Okay..." she wrestled the engagement ring off her finger and placed it on the table. A very long, awkward pause ensued. "Can you call me a taxi?" her voice cracked.

Darcy blindly got up from his chair and went to the phone. He inhaled silently and trembled as he dialed. He listened to stillness crackling in the air and heard her leave the living room for the bedroom. He asked for the services of a taxi and absentmindedly put down the phone in its cradle. He swallowed hard as she returned to the living room, bags in hand, and watched her leave without a word. Darcy stood very still as the door closed, but felt every fiber in his body call out to her, all except the one instrument that might stop her, his mouth. He closed his eyes until he was sure that she was on her way to the airport.

Again, Elizabeth waited until the plane took off before she let her tears flow freely. This scenario was becoming all too familiar to her and she cursed God for not protecting her this time. Every molecule in her being was fraught with pain, degradation, anguish, guilt, pity, anger, hatred, wallowing self-doubt and self-recrimination, dismay, disbelief, and unrequited love. It hurt so much, she couldn't even open her eyes and there she sat, shaking, from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes, even her arms and fingers were tingling and trembling.

Instead of going straight home to face Jane and Bingley, Elizabeth headed for the nearest hotel, after she landed. She tried to sleep, but sleep would not come. She contemplated other dreadful things, but instead, she took the pad and pen supplied by the hotel and wrote.

And with that, she cried herself to sleep.

Elizabeth awoke, unawares. When she finally remembered, the pain came flooding back in waves. Eventually, she packed her bags and checked out of the hotel and as she was waiting at the entrance for the next taxi, she saw a church across the street. She ran across the highway, walked through the door, and sat in the back pew. The pastor was preaching on Psalms 25:15-18 and he titled it 'God loves you more than you love yourself.' Elizabeth felt much better after service and went up to meet the pastor and tell him that his message was heard and heart-felt. As she walked outside, there was a sliver of sunshine and Elizabeth looked up breathed in deeply and said a silent 'Thank you Lord!' before she ran back across the street to catch her taxi home.

Jane and Bingley were, as you can imagine, shocked at Elizabeth's early return and although they wanted to ask, they surmised the break-up and left it alone. While Elizabeth unpacked, Bingley decided to call Darcy; he was flatly cursed out and hung up on.

The last game of the season and the Cowboys lost again. Their record for the entire year was a dismal and embarrassing, 1 win and 15 losses.

Christmas Day passed pleasantly enough for some. Elizabeth, Jane and Bingley celebrated quietly and called and received calls from family and friends. Darcy, on the other hand, sat morose and drunk, since he wandered home from the game the day before.

Unbeknownst to anyone except Jane, Bingley flew down to Dallas to have it out with Darcy.

Bingley banged on the door, loudly, and Darcy stumbled to it in a haze.

He opened the door. "Chip!" he slobbered. The next moment, Darcy was trying to pick himself off the floor; Bingley's fist had connected with Darcy's chin. Darcy remained on the floor as Bingley glowered over him.

"Get up, you pathetic son-of-a-bitch!" exclaimed Bingley as he kicked at Darcy and slammed the door. "Get up!" Darcy struggled and stumbled toward the couch, catching his head on the side of the coffee table. "Get up, Will!"

At length, Darcy managed to get up to the couch, but refused to talk. Bingley ranted and raved and after three hours or so, he left and flew back to New York.

"Well?" asked Jane when they were alone.

Bingley shrugged, then he went on to tell his wife about his conversation with his best friend.

Darcy went to L.A. to brood. These months passed by slowly; Georgiana and his mother tried to help him, but to no avail. On the other hand, Mr. Darcy was quite displeased with his son and therefore did not try to placate him in any way.

Jane and Bingley were so very happy as they were expecting their first child around their first anniversary. Bingley's first full season had begun and he had pitched very well in spring training.

Elizabeth tried to keep her spirits high for her forthcoming niece or nephew, she and Jane would shop and plan, but when she thought that no one was looking or she had nothing to occupy her mind, she would crumble in despair.

When Elizabeth came home from work, Jane and Bingley surprised her with a birthday cake, ice cream and gifts. All was well and happy, until a large package was delivered to the door. It was an express from L.A. Since she still maintained a friendship with the Darcy's, Elizabeth with much trepidation, opened the box. Within the large box were three smaller ones. The one on top was from Georgiana; it contained a beautiful coral sweater dress and jacket. Elizabeth, on her first and only trip to L.A., had told Darcy's sister how much she admired that color on her, apparently she remembered. The next box was from Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, it contained an exquisitely ornate picture frame. The last box was from Darcy himself, but Elizabeth refused to open it.

"Chip would you return to sender, please?" asked a trembling Elizabeth.

"Of course," answered Bingley then turning to his wife for help.

Jane was about to say something when Elizabeth jumped up, hugged them, thanked them and ran to her room.

"Why did he have to do that?!" cried Jane.

Bingley shrugged and put his head in his hands.

The package was returned, unopened. Darcy just sat and stared at it. During these last few months, he realized what he had done; he listened to Caroline and doubted Elizabeth without even asking her about it. Darcy resolved to win Elizabeth back, but, since he had never had to do such a thing before, his approach was based purely on material possessions; he sent diamonds, pearls, rubies, and a one-way plane ticket to L.A. No explanation, no letter of apology, no nothing! He assumed that from his past experiences with women that his power of persuasion would do the trick. He also assumed that in a blink of an eye she would run back to his waiting arms. However, with the package looking back at him, taunting him, he knew the damage was irreparable. He now knew how different Elizabeth was from all the rest, he now realized just how special she was, is. He now understood that it was going to be a long tough road of recovery for himself.

Wickham had been working for Mr. Darcy for a while now. Mr. Darcy was a sucker for his godson; he gave him a management position in the corporation, paid him more than any other employee working at his level, and delivered to him a new car. Mr. Darcy was very disappointed in his own son and had little or nothing to say to him since last September. Wickham, being ever mindful that Mrs. Darcy was probably onto his game, always found ways to try to ingratiate himself in her eyes; she never fell for it, for Darcy had told her all, but Wickham didn't know that. His other plan was to find out what was troubling Darcy, he had tried to befriend him, and although vulnerable, Darcy never spoke a word to him. Therefore, that left Georgiana. It was much easier to get information from her, she trusted him. And as it was his plan to try out once again for the Dallas Cowboys, Wickham had to find out if Elizabeth was still a foreboding presence to his big dreams. Georgiana was more than willing to tell all, or all that she knew; she told of the breakup, but how still hopeful her brother was for them to get back together, and when he was going to New York to see the Bingley's baby after it's birth. Wickham absorbed all of this information and began to calculate his next move.

"Hello Lizzy," smiled a seated Wickham as she entered her office returning from lunch break.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Just came to see how you were doing... How are you?" he grinned toothily.

"Get to the point and then get the hell out."

"I see you haven't lost that nasty tongue of yours," he smirked. "Although Will told me you used it in the most amusing ways," he silently chuckled. "Of course, I could've told him some other amusing stories, but right now I don't think he wants to hear them."

"What is it that you want?" she asked slowly and deliberately.

"He's coming to New York... but I guess you already knew that." Elizabeth didn't blink. "Do you think you'll take him back this time?" Elizabeth said not a word. "Well, I mention it because we've become friends again and he confides in me a great deal," here he smiled. "Surely you don't want me to confide in him?" he smirked again as Elizabeth turned pale. "It's painfully obvious that you didn't tell him about us. Why is that? Hmm? Did you tell him you were a virgin that first time? Did you play innocent with him like you did with me? Or was it something else?"

"Get out. You came to say what you wanted and now you can leave."

Wickham got up from his seat and headed for the door, but as his hand touched the knob, he turned around. "Did you wish it was me when you were making love to Will? Did you hold back for fear you'd call out my name?" He paused for the smallest moment and raised an eyebrow. "Do you still... love me?" And with that he left, laughing all the way down the hallway.

Elizabeth sat with one hand covering her mouth to stifle the screams that were just a breath away from being released. She sat very still, other than her whole body trembling with rage, but she did not cry or scream. She just sat there for a full half-hour, until her head ached, and she went home early.

As he flew back to L.A., Wickham was very pleased with himself. He surmised that Elizabeth might have taken Darcy back, at some point, but he knew what he had to do. And if she's still in love with me, then that would make it all the better! One day, when I'm a famous football hero, I'll come back for her. She was a very willing partner! Innovative too! Then I'll toss her to the garbage heap like the trash that she is!

Elizabeth didn't have much time to think about Wickham or Darcy; Jane had a baby boy late this evening. When she went into labor yesterday all the family was alerted and now they all descended in New York. There were friends to call, toasts to be made, more gifts to be opened, and love showered on the new baby and their parents.

That night, after Elizabeth returned home to an empty apartment, she became reflective. The inevitable was to come in less than 2 weeks; Darcy would be there.

Bingley and Darcy kept up their friendship, albeit over the phone. Darcy was very happy for his friend yet envious of his situation; he was with the woman he loved. Time and time again, Darcy wished he could take back those last 4 months of last year, but he couldn't. So, on the plane to New York, Darcy decided to wait and see. If Elizabeth showed him an opening, he would take it. If she didn't, he would forget her, somehow.

"Will!" Bingley embraced his friend. "Come in! Come in!"

"I see fatherhood looks good on you!" he laughed as Bingley dragged him inside.

"Thanks man."

"Jane, you still have that beautiful glow around you, although this time it's motherhood," he bent down to kiss her on the cheek.

"Thank you, Will. It's nice to see again," she smiled a half-smile.

"Oh, I forgot! Mums for the mum," he presented her with a bouquet.

"Thank you," she smiled fully.

Elizabeth had been fortifying herself for the last two weeks. Tonight, however, she needed a little more time to calm herself and so, after a few minutes, she stepped from her room. "Hello, Will."

"Hello, Liz." He stared intently.

There was crackle of electricity in the air; everyone felt it, but said nothing for a few moments.

"Come on Will, sit down and tell us how long you're staying," gestured Bingley.

"A week maybe. I have to get ready for camp. I'm a little out of shape. I didn't keep up this winter because I was in bad way and..." Darcy surprised himself, he had no intention to bring up a painful past, at least not so quickly, so he let that one drag in the air.

Elizabeth sat down quickly; her legs were about to fall from under her.

"What are you going to do here for a week?" Bingley rescued both his friends.

"There's plenty to do here. Last time I was here, we..." He couldn't believe he did again, another slip! He could not look in Elizabeth's directions, so he cleared his throat and began again. "I plan on going to see the Rockettes, see a couple of old teammates, and see if you can still play some ball. You know, stuff like that."

"Or you could baby-sit," chuckled Jane, as she tried to lighten the mood.

"That's a possibility. By the way, is Chip Jr. sleeping?"

"Yes. He is such a beautiful baby, Will!" beamed Bingley. "Would you like to peak in on him? I doubt if he wakes up again tonight."

"Sure. That's why I came, isn't it?"

The men left the room and Elizabeth finally let out the breath that she had been holding.

Jane could see her sister's composure slipping. "Everything's going to be alright," she whispered. Elizabeth smiled a grateful smile to her sister and nodded.

"Jane, thank God he looks like you!" smiled Darcy as he re-entered the room. Everyone laughed. "Liz... How's your job?"

Elizabeth swallowed hard. "Fine, just fine."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Thank you," she demurred and looked down.

"You know, Lizzy's been offered a translator's job to the Ambassador of Japan," inserted Jane.

"Really? I'm happy for you. Does it include a lot of traveling? I know that's what you've always wanted."

"Yes. But more so, overseas."

"Lizzy might have to move to Japan if she takes the job," said Jane, not noticing Darcy stiffen in his seat. "We really don't want her to go, but..."

"But we would never want to stand her way," interrupted Bingley as he pointedly said this to Darcy.

Darcy nodded, accepting. "Are you... When would you be starting?"

"Next month sometime."

"Ah," was all that Darcy could return.

Jane stepped in quickly and changed the subject. Conversation, for the most part, was light and lively, as long as they stayed on subjects that did not include the future paths for Elizabeth and Darcy's lives or their past. Darcy had already sent boxes of gifts for the baby, so there was nothing else to do but talk.

As it was getting late, Darcy made his apologies, promised to stop by tomorrow, and left after coffee and dessert.

Darcy stopped by everyday. They all celebrated the Bingley's first anniversary on the 1^st and on the 4^th they all picnicked and watched the fireworks display from Staten Island. The conversation between Darcy and Elizabeth was easing up just a bit, but each were still uncomfortable in the others presence.

When Elizabeth opened the door to the Bingley's apartment, what she saw tore at her heartstrings. Darcy was sitting in the rocking chair, cradling baby Bingley and singing; so he did not hear her come in.

"Hello," she whispered as she noticed the baby was asleep.

"Hi," he continued to rock.

"Where's Jane?"

"She had to run some errands. She'll be back shortly," he whispered and stood up. "I told her to go ahead, since I was here. I'm fulfilling my promise," he smiled.

"Here, let me," she reached to take the baby, sending shock waves through each other as she touched his arm. She pulled her hand away in horror. Give me strength, Lord?!

Give me strength, Lord?! "Uh, no. I got him. I'm just going to put him down."

She followed him into the bedroom. Darcy gently laid the baby down in the cradle, stood over him for a bit, and walked back out into the living room; she followed.

"Surprised?"

"No. Yes. I mean..."

"I do have a sister, you know? And cousins too."

Elizabeth nodded and then there was silence. After a few, long minutes, Elizabeth spoke. "I should change clothes," and with that she hurried to her room.

Darcy had turned on the TV, he knew that she was avoiding him, this was the first time that they were alone. What am I gonna say to her?!

Slowly she took off her shoes, suit and blouse, hoping that Jane would be home by the time she finished. I can't be alone with him! Please God, help me?!

Unfortunately, time was not on her side. So after 20 minutes, Elizabeth joined Darcy in the living room. "All done," she said awkwardly.

Darcy looked at her and smiled wanly. No other conversation took place between them until Jane returned home. She thanked Darcy for babysitting and he left quickly.

"Did you at least talk to him?" asked Jane.

"The only complete sentences I could muster were 'Hello' and 'Where's Jane?'."

"You two are ridiculous!"

Later that evening, the phone rang and Elizabeth jumped up to grab it so as not to wake the baby.

"Hello."

"Liz?" asked Darcy.

"Yes."

"It's me, Will."

"I know. Did you want to talk to Chip?"

"No. I called to talk to you." Elizabeth's other hand flew to her heart. "We need to talk."

"O, Okay."

"How about lunch? Are you busy tomorrow?"

"No. Yes. I mean, I'm not busy tomorrow and lunch would be fine."

"Can I come by and pick you up about noon?"

"Sure."

"Okay... Bye."

"Bye," she said unsteadily. Elizabeth hung up the phone and stared at it, until...

"Who was that on the phone?" inquired Bingley.

She startled. "Will."

"Did he want to talk to me?"

"No," she exhaled. "He asked me out to lunch tomorrow."

"Are you going?"

"Yes."

Elizabeth soon afterwards went to her room, leaving Bingley wondering.

"Hi," said Darcy.

"Hi, you're early," said Jane.

"Am I?"

She giggled. "Yes." Jane let Darcy in and went to knock on Elizabeth's door. "Lizzy, Will's here."

"He's early!"

"We already established that," she smiled as she opened the door a bit.

"Tell him I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Okay. Nice dress," laughed Jane and closed the door.

"She'll be out..."

"I heard."

"So, you're leaving tomorrow?" Darcy nodded. "What are your plans?"

To take Lizzy back to Dallas! Darcy raised an eyebrow. "I don't have any."

"I see."

"Okay. I'm ready now," Elizabeth hurried into the room.

"You look beautiful," smiled Darcy.

"Thank you," smiled Elizabeth as she walked towards the front door.

As Darcy drove through the city, there was silence. Elizabeth's nerves had her jumpy since his call last night, she could barely sleep, so she was content to look out the window on her side of the car. Darcy hardly slept last night either; he had no idea what he was going to say to her, but he knew they needed to talk. Elizabeth blinked hard as Darcy pulled up to the little whole-in-the-wall diner they had been to for cheesecake on their last time in New York together.

They went in, Darcy specifically asked for a table in the corner in the back. They were seated, they ordered and they sat in silence.

"So," said Elizabeth, finally breaking the ice.

"So," repeated Darcy.

"Start talking. That is why we're here, isn't it?"

"Yes it is," he gulped. "First, I was a complete idiot for treating you the way I did last year." Elizabeth nodded, slightly, but said nothing. "Second, I miss you." Again, Elizabeth said nothing. "Third, I love you. Fourth, I don't want you to go to Japan. And finally, marry me?" he said all this hurriedly.

Elizabeth was taken aback, but after a few moments she was able to reply. "You love me?" Darcy nodded. "You love me?" she repeated louder and laughed bitterly.