One-shot. In trying to continue Mr. Collins' story, I have ended it.

One-shot. Elizabeth plays the piano forte at Rosings while Fitzwilliam and Darcy make attempts at winning her affection. Written from Fitzwilliam's perspective.

One shot. Colonel Hamilton is observed in the graveyard of Trinity Church grieving his son.

His mind was wrapped in darkness, but he could not remember the light. His heart was broken with grief, but he could not remember what he had lost. And so the only thing he felt and saw was anger. And the anger consumed him. For more TWS writing, please look up What I Am Now. Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Marvel universe. No copyright infringement intended.