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I Will Always Love You

*-I Will Always Love You” Is by Dolly Parton. Lady Mary Crawley, Matthew Crawley and Lavinia Swire belong to Julian Fellows. Set in early series 2. Neither the song or the Downton Abbey characters are mine and no copyright infringement is intended.

 *- In light of Whitney Houston’s recent passing, I thought this song was a perfect for a Mary/Matthew fic.

 *Thank you to Sara (MrsBates93) for beta reading.

  I Will Always Love You

 There were two faces to Lady Mary Crawley. There was the confident, in control Mary that she had perfected years ago. Then there was the inner Mary, the one with the loving heart that was worn on her sleeve, if anyone had bothered to notice.

 If I should stay,
I would only be in your way.
So I’ll go, but I know
I’ll think of you ev’ry step of the way.

 It had been two years since she had spoken to Matthew. Two years since she let him walk away. They might have married or have had children by now, if had she said yes. But it was too late; he had moved on with his life and brought his fiancé, Miss Lavinia Swire to meet the family.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
You, my darling you. Hmm.

 Mary loved Matthew; he was the only man she would ever truly love. His fiancé was amiable and sweet and seemed overwhelmed by the possibility of her future life. But as Mary Crawley did best, she put on a proper smile and greeted her cousin warmly.

Bittersweet memories
That is all I’m taking with me.
So, goodbye. Please, don’t cry.
We both know I’m not what you, you need.

 She missed Matthew, she missed their talks. There were few people whom she could talk so openly with. He respected her opinions and did not avoid certain subjects because she was female.

 But Matthew deserved happiness and if Lavinia made him happy, she would not stand in their way. He also deserved a wife who had not allowed her lust for a stranger ruin her reputation.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

They would have a beautiful life and beautiful children. Their son would one day become the Earl of Grantham.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I, I will always love you.

If loving Matthew meant letting him go and be happy, then so be it. It was better to have loved and lost than have never loved at all. Mary would always love Matthew.

You, darling, I love you.
Ooh, I’ll always, I’ll always love you


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*-The only characters that I own are William Bennet Darcy, Frances Jane Darcy and Charles Bennet Darcy. The rest with respect and love and admiration, belong to Miss Austen.


For the last ten years, Fitzwilliam Darcy could say that he was a happy man.

His marriage to former Miss Elizabeth Bennet had proved, despite certain naysayers within his family, to be a fruitful and satisfying marriage.  His wife was still as vibrant and handsome as the day they married.

Adding to his happiness was their children. Their first born and heir, William Bennet Darcy, a bright and eager boy, was ready to take his place as master of Pemberley, despite being the tender age of seven. His sister, Frances Jane, at the age of five, was already proving to be a mirror image of her mother and the apple of her father’s eye. The youngest of their children was Charles Bennet Darcy, coming out of the womb two years ago with head of blonde curls and a charming smile that one day promised to catch the attention of many a young woman. His parents attributed their youngest child’s light hair to his aunts Jane and Georgiana, who stood in contrast to their darker haired siblings.

Tonight was no different than any other night.  After dinner was cleared away and the children were in bed, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth retired to the library to spend some time together before going to bed. Though they both had books in their hands, his attention was not on the book, but on his wife.

Elizabeth looked up from her book, knowing that he was not focused on the book.

“Is there anything else, before I turn in?” Mrs. Reynolds stood in the doorway, forcing Fitzwilliam to divert his attention to the housekeeper.

“No thank you, Mrs. Reynolds, I don’t believe we need anything”.

“Sleep well Mrs. Reynolds” Elizabeth returned the book to the shelf.

“Thank you, ma’am, the same to you”.

As soon as the housekeeper’s footsteps disappeared, Elizabeth looked at her husband.

“I shall be retiring for the night, Fitzwilliam, would you care to join me?” she asked.

The book was forgotten as he followed his wife up the stairs. Tonight and for the rest of his days, Fitzwilliam Darcy was a happy man.

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