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The random hand of fate gave David Higham the mouth-watering combination of James Bond and Fitzwilliam Darcy. And what a brilliant job he made of it!
“The name’s Bond ... James Bond.”
“Darcy ... Fitzwilliam Darcy.”
Introductions over, Darcy and Bond fell silent. In the absence of any women to watch them, there seemed no point in trying to impress.
Darcy, finding that his shirt was already drying in the afternoon sun contemplated getting back into the pond until the next available female walked by. Bond also considered the pond but, lacking a submersible Aston Martin, could not think of a way of doing it. Anyway, Darcy thought he might look stupid standing up to his neck in water while Bond stood by suited in the best that Savile Row could supply.
And so they stood, recognising the Alpha male in each other. It could only end in submission by one of them or a fight. They both looked around. It made things awkward, the absence of a woman. What was the point? Darcy was confident enough in his combat skills but remembered that he had left his sword at home. Bond, of course, was packing a Walther PPK. Darcy could not see it, hidden as it was by expert tailoring. Bond could afford to bide his time.
They turned as they heard female voices approaching. They soon saw Miss Honey Rider and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. The women drew closer.
“Back in the pond, Darcy,” ordered Miss Rider.
“Oh, James, “sighed Miss Bennet.
usual fanfic provisos apply - not our characters, we just borrow them
“The name’s Bond ... James Bond.”
“Darcy ... Fitzwilliam Darcy.”
Introductions over, Darcy and Bond fell silent. In the absence of any women to watch them, there seemed no point in trying to impress.
Darcy, finding that his shirt was already drying in the afternoon sun contemplated getting back into the pond until the next available female walked by. Bond also considered the pond but, lacking a submersible Aston Martin, could not think of a way of doing it. Anyway, Darcy thought he might look stupid standing up to his neck in water while Bond stood by suited in the best that Savile Row could supply.
And so they stood, recognising the Alpha male in each other. It could only end in submission by one of them or a fight. They both looked around. It made things awkward, the absence of a woman. What was the point? Darcy was confident enough in his combat skills but remembered that he had left his sword at home. Bond, of course, was packing a Walther PPK. Darcy could not see it, hidden as it was by expert tailoring. Bond could afford to bide his time.
They turned as they heard female voices approaching. They soon saw Miss Honey Rider and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. The women drew closer.
“Back in the pond, Darcy,” ordered Miss Rider.
“Oh, James, “sighed Miss Bennet.
usual fanfic provisos apply - not our characters, we just borrow them
