The Snowbound Inn: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

Five days. One fire. No exits. January 1812. Elizabeth Bennet is travelling to London. Fitzwilliam Darcy is travelling to Netherfield. A blizzard closes the road between them and strands them both at the same Barnet posting inn; two private parlours, one fire, and five days with nowhere to go and nothing left to hide behind. She thinks she knows who he is. She has Wickham's account, she has the assembly, she has six weeks of settled opinion.
He knows exactly who she is, and exactly what she thinks of him, and has been managing both facts since October with the tools a man of considerable self-discipline keeps available. The blizzard takes the tools away. What follows is not a transformation. It is something harder and more interesting: two people forced into genuine contact before either of them is ready for it, discovering that the versions of each other they had been carrying were wrong in ways that matter, and arriving, by Day Five, at something neither of them had planned on.
For readers who know that the most dangerous thing about a fire is how quickly you stop wanting to leave it.