Skiing Boots For Wide Feet 2009

Persuasion: "Pain and relief" (Anne / Frederick)

Title: "pain and relief,"
Fandom: Persuasion (ITV version of 2007)
characters: Anne / Frederick
prompt: Regular Challenge "Hurt / Comfort" for 120_minuten .
Rating: PG
Summary: Anne got the message that Laconia is sunk.
Word Count: 1210 words
Disclaimer: All Austen and her heirs, none of this is me.
Notes: AU Two short scenes, inspired by the filming of ITV Classic H / C with a little crack. Probably so not your fandom, but still Happy Birthday, Rei!
Beta: Ungebetat. As always, include the error me.

"pain and relief,"

"Oh," said Mrs. Clay, looking up from the newspaper, which she held in her hands, "it looks as if if one of our ships is missing. "

Miss Elliot waved his hand. "What do we care," she said and sipped her glass, "there are but sailors."

Yes, Sir Elliot, and turned in his voice clear refusal to hear "They are worthless. This brown skin and weathered faces. They are anything but good shape. Completely distorted from their travels. "

Annes needlework was resting in her lap as she listened to the conversation.

"They suspect that the Laconia, which came with a cargo of silk from the East Indian Ocean, sunk in a storm. There are no survivors. "

" How dramatic, "said Miss Elliot bored and fanned air. "Pity about the goods they carried with them. Good silk is so rare to get these days. "

Anne gasped for air silently. The Laconia? Fredericks was the ship! Frederick had been on the Laconia. It has been blacked out and with extreme force of will, she managed to keep himself going.

"The captain was a certain Wentworth," Mrs. Clay drove away in her report, and read on.

"Never heard of," said Mr. Elliot disinterested and looked at herself in the mirror opposite of the room. Satisfied, he nodded and looked at Mrs. Clay. "I must admit that the uniforms of the Marine a certain beauty have value, but the people to put it ... "he snapped sullenly with his tongue. "Impossible!"

Anne was still sitting there motionless. Her hands trembled and she crossed her fingers together so that it saw no one present. But the trouble they would not have to make. For the other in the hall there were more important things than Anne Elliot.

"Ah," Miss Clay drew new attention to himself, "Lord and Lady Bingley the engagement of their daughter Margaret announce a Mr. Cole."

The theme seemed more interested in the little party and a discussion ensued about the family Bingley. Anne heard nothing. The only thing she could think of was Frederick. Frederick, whose ship was sunk and his lifeless body now rests in the depths of the lake. She was miserable and struggling to breathe. She could feel her body trembling and sobbing their way into her throat examined. She swallowed hard and stood up.

"Sorry," she said softly in the round and got up. All eyes were on them. "I feel unwell and draw me back for so tonight. Good night, "she ended in their explanation, no matter how you abruptly flee would be included. The sewing still in his hand, bowed to her shortly before she left the room. The comments of her father and her sister, she was no longer, as they hurried out as quickly as possible. She was grateful that she met any of the employees, as soon as they had left the room, began the tears she had suppressed to run down her cheeks. Blind to the path she knew so well hurried her up the stairs. When she had closed the door of her room, they sank to his knees and began to sob silently.

***

The sinking of the Laconia was a few weeks ago, Anne Elliot had resigned. The news of Frederick's death was shocking and had added to her more than she had ever thought possible. Finally, their last encounter was not with him eight years ago and extend their division for good. She sighed softly and walked to the window. Your Shilouette rose dark against the bright glass and her eyes wandered over the landscape that spread before their eyes. Unintentionally, her thoughts drifted to Frederick and Laconia. How many times they had in the past Years, asked how he was doing what he was doing, where he was straight. She knew that she had lost all hope of a reconciliation with him on the day on which he had left without saying goodbye. But that did not mean that he was not always present. Deep in her heart she knew that she still loves him and that this love would remain in vain.
The sinking of the Laconia meant the end of - something they had not wanted to admit and that she had to cope.

why she had the news that Admiral Croft and his wife rent Kellynch Hall would have mixed feelings recorded. On the one hand, they took her home, on the other hand, they made a connection to Frederick dar. They venture might be, it gave her heart an unexpected peace.

"Anne," interrupted Mary, as she entered the room. She seemed upset and her voice cracked, almost as if saying "We have guests: Charles has brought a Captain Wentworth. You want to hunt and have come to fetch the dogs. "

Anne turned around quickly. Had she heard correctly? Captain Wentworth? Before she could ask Mary, Charles and the guest entered the little room.

"Mary Anne ... may I introduce. Captain Wentworth, this is my wife Mary and her sister Miss Anne Elliot

Anne's heart beat up to the neck as she bowed and greet the men , te. She could not believe it. Before you really stood Frederick ... Frederick Wentworth. Her knees went weak and her fingers clenched around the chair for help.

"Anne?" Asked Charles looked worried and her pale figure. "Anne, are you well?"

Anne did not hear him. Her eyes were on Frederick, who curiously, but not unfriendly looking at.

"Anne?"

Mary put her hand on Anne's arm, and they woke from their torpor.

"I ..." she began and was difficult to slide on the chair. She swallowed dry, while Charles gave her a glass of water. "I'm fine," she said, aware of a sudden the position in which she was. "I'm just surprised."

"Surprised?" Said Mary shrill. "Why?"

"I", She turned her gaze again to Frederick. "I thought the Laconia was sunk."

knew that they were betrayed by that statement that she admitted knowing Fredrick already. Closely than they prepared in front of their relatives had to admit, but the shock to see him here in front of him, alive and well on was too much for her. You have had certainty, just had to hear his voice.

Fredericks was perplexed facial expression. "No, Miss Elliot," he replied and went unconscious one step closer, "the Laconia was missing, but it was actually the Cäsario, which was destroyed in a storm. "

Anne winced. His voice sounded just like 8 years ago, just as she remembered.

"But it was said that there were no survivors," said it so quietly that it was hard to hear.

Fredericks trains were soft. "The Laconia is with all of its occupants safe and intact, broken in 2 weeks in the port of Plymouth. The news of our demise was wrong and should have never been published. "He even took a step closer. "We are doing well," said he said and also added softly as she, "I'm fine."

They looked at each other and silence hung in the room like a thick fog.

"What does this mean anything?" Asked Mary into sharp voice in the silence. "What are you talking about?"

Anne smiled, relieved. She did not care how they had behaved inappropriately, was important only one thing: Frederick lived.