Fix-It AU

Jul. 18th, 2015 05:34 pm
janebecomes: (kissing for dear life)
This AU is based on a fix-it fic I wrote for Becoming Jane that's here.

After Jane leaves Tom at the inn, he returns to London and helps a lord in trouble who provides him with a landholding. Slowly Jane and Tom come together and I'll be bringing her in from when they're still in their first few months of marriage. At the moment, they are living in a modest house in London as Tom's name is growing as a lawyer. They have enough money that she can still be his wife and write.

The Letter

Jul. 6th, 2012 02:49 pm
janebecomes: (polite shock)
Lady Gresham continued to invite the family to dine as she seemed to feel that Jane would soon realize that Mr. Wisley was the appropriate choice for her. Jane bit back many a remark as she knew they would make little difference. Tom was out of her reach and while Mr. Wisley was a kind man, he was not who she wished for.

The meal was an ordeal of propriety until a messenger arrived with a letter from the Dominicans that changed everything in a moment. Cassandra's Robert has died of yellow fever, she's not certain how they made it home through the rain. All she could hear was Cassandra's sobs and all the pain behind them.

The next few days blurred together as she did what she could to comfort Cassandra and all that she wrote was full of pain and hard choices. Mr. Wisley and Tom kept rising in her thoughts before being bound on the page, she was not ready to make that decision yet.
janebecomes: (friends with Tom)
After talking to Mrs. Radcliffe, Jane and Tom retired to a charming coffee shop that Tom knew of. As she contemplates her drink, Jane traces designs on the table, the past day has not been easy.

She was too clever at dinner the night before and Tom's uncle did not approve and Mrs. Radcliffe seemed so unhappy.

It is so hard to know what to say to voice these worries without betraying her own fear of losing their chance together.
janebecomes: (reading)
My dear Mr. Lefroy,
I anticipate the days when I may see you eagerly. All of the plans proceed apace here as the Comtesse has decided that I need at least one new dress to see you in London. She has even won over my mother to the idea. It is of some assistance that I will be traveling onward to see my sister in Plymouth.

For myself, I do admit that I have started to watch the days until I may see you. If we are to go to dancing in London than perhaps that new frock will be put to rather good use. I am grateful for your confidence in me and I hope that I shall not fail it when I meet your uncle.

I am quite sure that if there are any difficulties that the Comtesse will do her best to provide a distraction, she is distracting Henry quite well. I do hope that they will find some measure of happiness as I pray that we will.

I hope that when next we speak it shall be face to face.
Ever yours,
J. Austen
janebecomes: (considering a word)
My dear Tom,

I read your letter with delight. I look forward to London more each day and do miss the moments that we shared in the woods and other places in between. Of late, there was a glorious dance held in Milliways with a marvelous variety of styles of dance. I wish that you might have joined me that night for whenever I dance, I wish that I was dancing with you. For the occasion, I even wore a dress that was of a slightly modern cut that I feel you might have approved of.

It pleases me greatly that you have learned the charms of Selbourne Wood, but I do look happily anticipate the bustle of London. For while trees may be inspiring in their peace, they do not make the most exciting companions.

Mayhaps I can show you my skill in mixing drinks when I visit though not near your uncle. I have been reading some of his judgments and do hope that I will sufficiently impress him. Henry appears to believe so, but he is my brother and obliged to say such things. I will strive to please him for I wish nothing more than to announce our engagement to all.

Now if only time will speed for us so that soon we will be together once more.

Yours Ever,
Jane Austen


Apr. 12th, 2010 11:59 pm
janebecomes: (a writer)
My dear Tom,

I think you would be quite amused by quite how long it took me to write this simple note to you. Yet it has as I find myself worrying over the words and wondering what you will think of what I choose to say. I did find some distraction as I bartended at Milliways this past evening and you were in my thoughts as I searched for drinks. Perhaps together, we might find a door for you once more.

London feels such a distance and with it the warmth of you. Henry believes that with the Comtesse's help, they will be able to arrange a visit to London. My father approves of our plan though we have not spoken to my mother yet. I would rather tell her of an engagement than a probable one. I wish this letter could conjure you to me to tell you all of your thoughts as I wish to tell you mine but it shall do for now.
With great love,


Mar. 23rd, 2010 09:27 pm
janebecomes: (lost at the ball)
Jane found herself moving through the ball with far less joy than she wished as her thoughts seemed to circle ever around what it means to be sensible.

Mister Wisley was a fair dancer but he did nothing to make her enjoy her time on the floor, but she would give him the dances that he asked for.

She knew that it would be sensible and profitable to accept his offer of marriage but Jane was not sure if she truly could.

So she moved around the floor, not truly hearing or seeing simply walking the steps and wondering if perhaps Mister Lefroy had decided he had no wish to attend the ball.
janebecomes: (hearing the truth)
Jane's thoughts kept floating around marriage and what was it she needed and wanted, but she had decided that she would not think on it tonight if she could. Though the Comtesse brought it back into her thoughts as she spoke of marrying Henry so that he should have money and the importance of being sensible.

Then as if she did not know how much it would mean to Jane, she spoke of Mister Lefroy, Tom,

"If you were you might have ascertained that your Irish friend has no money, not a penny, and could not be expected to marry without it. Consider that at the ball tonight. In any event, he'll be gone tomorrow to Bond Street where he can do no more harm."

Jane didn't find a way to answer, but found herself finishing her dress with her thoughts even more scattered than they had been since Mister Wisley had proposed to her. She knew that she did feel some affection for Mister Lefroy, but what did that mean when stacked against all the things that a sensible woman must do.
janebecomes: (black and white reading)
The encounter with Mister Lefroy, Tom, in the woods was still on Jane's mind as she was reading so when she heard herself discussed by her parents in the next room it was hard not to listen in.

Her father of course used such lovely language, "Her heart is stirred."

While her mother would look for an easier answer, "Its a summer squall. Mister Lefroy will soon be gone and Mister Wisley will be waiting, I hope."

Jane flushed as she listened, she hadn't realized that her thoughts were so clear to others though she almost laughed at her father's answer, "The man's a booby."

"He'll grow out of that and she could fix him with very little trouble. You could persuade her."

Her father's next words struck Jane more than she expected, "To sacrifice her happiness?"

Was Tom her happiness, even she wasn't sure, "Jane should not have the man who offers the best price, but the man she wants."

She had never heard her father speak so on her behalf and Jane smiled again as her mother spoke, "Oh, Mister Austen. Must we have this conversation day in and day out? We'll end up in the gutter if we carry on like this."

As always her mother did strike to the heart of things and the fact that more money never went amiss. Jane smiled thoughtfully as she quietly left her seat and walked outside.

A Dream

Jan. 23rd, 2010 07:59 pm
janebecomes: (thoughts consume me)
All she feels and knows in the darkness is sarm breath on her neck that sends shivers through her, a deep voice speaking of her blood and heart.

Jane tosses in her sleep, trying to move away from that rich sound and finds herself in Tom's arms, his laughing voice turning low as he holds her close.

Again she turns and there's a hand on her throat, and all she wants to do is lean towards his warmth and find lips to kiss.

Then pain as sharp teeth bite down on her throat and a laughing voice turns to mocking and Jane wakes with a start. She sits up in bed and pulls on her shawl as she starts to shiver.
janebecomes: (reading)
Jane has found herself a nook in the library and is lost in the poetry of Catullus, a translation she found that she's not seen before.

The night is starting to draw in and so her shawl is pulled tightly around her as she wonders about the kind of passion and lust that inspired such words.
janebecomes: (wonder at the carnival)
The day is already quite beautiful as they move towards the fair.

Jane is grinning as Lucy does her best to try and hold Tom's attention.

Though its hard to look at just one thing since there's so much swirling around them.

She lost track of where everyone else has gone off to but its lovely to just walk and listen.
janebecomes: (sucess in a man's world)
The road was muddy but Jane enjoyed it even more because she could tramp and tramp on her way to mail the letter to Cassandra.

That horrible, snobbish, infuriating Tom Lefroy, she would not give him the satisfaction of anything.

How dare he even dare think that she thought badly of her home, her home, she would decimate him next time they met.

Not that she wished to meet him of course, the lout but next time, oh next time she would be prepared.


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