Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even my sanity some days.

Author's Note: This is my first LBD fic, and first real attempt at writing just what you would see and hear. I've been obsessed about P&P and LBD for a long time, but have held off writing anything in the fandom... until today.

My favourite moment in the book is when things with Lydia are settled, and Elizabeth and Jane talk about how Lizzie wishes she never told Darcy about what happened. About how she didn't want him to hate her. I always thought that was the moment she understood that she really had feelings for him. It was the first real moment of regret for losing him.

This is my very quick and poorly written attempt to capture that moment. And with it, regain my sanity.

Good to be Wrong

Episode opens with Lizzie sitting in her room, door closed. She looks tired, but amused.

"Ever since I got home from Pemberley Digital, it feels like I've been in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Or I've been sucked through the looking glass. Or I'm in an alternate universe," her expression brightens, "like that episode of Star Trek where everyone was evil... and Sulu liked girls..." Her brow furrows. "I always wondered about that."

Cut. Her posture is straightened and focus returned.

"My name is Lizzie Bennet, and according to my mother I'm soon going to be Lizzie Darcy."

Intro.

"Lizzie Darcy? That doesn't sound..."

Cut.

"Libby Darcy? Ick..."

Cut

"Liz Darcy? No way..."

Cut

"Eliza Darcy? Naw..."

Cut

"Elizabeth Darcy?" Goes to make fun of the sound of the name but stops, her expression a mix of confusion and discomfort. "That one actually doesn't sound half bad." She shakes her head.

"Disturbing as that is, it's irrelevant." Pause. "Unless you're the rest of the world, it seems. Like my mother. So, you ask, how did my mother get this idea in her head? I know I asked when I heard about it. Well, she had the very generous help of Ricky Collins. Who Called. My. Mother."

Cut.

"To be fair, I think he meant to call my father, but he wasn't at home. Or he was pretending to not be at home but was actually hiding in his study. He does that sometimes. Like I hide in my room. I really am my father's daughter..."

Cut.
"I'm not sure what would be worse, my father making fun of everyone about the absurd assumption that there was anything between me and Darcy or my mother's reaction. Which, I admit, wasn't quite what I was expecting."

Cut.

"She got quiet. Like shocked into silence. I haven't seen my mother that quiet in... ever, actually. Wow, it takes contemplating that a rich, good-looking man might actually like me to stun her into silence. Maybe everyone does think I'm perpetually single? Ricky must since he warned her against letting me go out with him, as though I'm still a child. Why you ask? Why is he against what the entire internet has been wishing to happen? Because I'm not thought to be good enough for him. His aunt doesn't approve. I will sully him.

"And yeah, I get it. To Miss De Bough, Darcy is a golden boy. And she has pictured in her mind for years the perfectly complexioned, superior children that will result when he and her favourite, Caroline, reproduce."

Cut. She's looking off, distracted. Picturing it.

"They would be pretty babies. Needing therapy, but pretty."

Cut.

"As for the other thing, well, she's not entirely wrong." Pause. She's looking down, shifting.

Cut. She's looking back at the camera, full on, full of animation as her topic was remembered.

"And my mother! She's actually rethinking her opinions of Darcy. She got me to google him for her. But, I'm glad she did though. I mean that she got me to help, because I am definitely not a fan of all the printouts she made from the information she gathered about him. I half-expect a shrine. No, I'm glad that I was there with her to stop her from finding out certain information that is best for her not to know. Like my videos. And people's reaction to them because apparently the internet is also a fan of Darcy. And a fan of Darcy and me. There are websites dedicated to the pairing. They call us Dizzie. The internet is a 'crazy' place.

"And when I called Charlotte about it, she, best friend that she is, laughed about it. Because. She. Knew! That was where Ricky and Darcy's aunt got their notions. Thank you internet. Charlotte is sending me her favourites." She doesn't seem impressed about this.

Cut.

"Even Lydia is seemingly pro-Darcy these days. Lydia, who ridiculed him so much that even I felt sorry for him. I was complaining about Mom's reaction and the entire Ricky thing to her and she rolled her eyes at me and told me that I needed to chill. That 'even Darcy wasn't as high and mighty as you are sometimes.'

"For Lydia that's saying something."

"And speaking of Lydia, it seems that her time cast out of eden did nothing to help her hold her liquour. Last night she got drunk and sort of let slip why she defended him. It was because it wasn't Mary's father who helped her like we had thought.

"Darcy did."

Cut.

She looks sad.

"I'm not suppose to know. And, you aren't suppose to know. So I'm not saying any more than that. I just - it's just... I get it. I mean I think I know what he was trying to tell me. It's over. Whatever he felt, whatever the internet and powers that be were hoping for, is done.

"I haven't heard from Darcy since leaving San Fransisco. Not that I blame him. I mean the last time I saw him, he couldn't wait to get rid of me. He had his assistant to make all the arrangements to get me home as soon as possible. All so I could focus on family. I guess this latest drama was too much for even his sensibilities. Which sucks. Because I would really like to thank him."

Cut.

"I wish I knew if he still watched these videos." She rolled her eyes. "Of course he probably doesn't. Though his sister... If I knew he was watching I would thank him. I would tell him I'm sorry. I'm sorry for just how wrong I was about him.

"And I just wish that I could know that things are okay. That even though things ended how they ended, that he and I are okay. I don't want him to hate me. I can't stand to think of him alive and out there in the world, living his life and hating me."

Behind her the door opened. Jane is there, looking apologetic for interrupting, but is smiling, phone in hand.

"Oh sorry, Lizzie, You're busy. I'll come back."

"No! Don't go. I was getting too serious. What's up?" Pause to look at her. "You look happy."

"I am. I just got a phone call. From Bing. He heard that things weren't great and wanted to make sure I was okay. He's coming to town in a couple weeks."

"So things between you two are... good?"

"I wouldn't say good. We have a lot to talk about but, I think we will be."

Lizzie throws out her arms. Laughing with her sister Jane sits down and hugs her. With Jane in an embrace Lizzie looks at the camera with tears in her eyes.

Cut.

Lizzie is alone, smiling, but her eyes still shimmered.

"Darcy, on the off chance that you do see this, thank you. I have a feeling that you had a hand in this little situation. I know that Bing was mad when he found out about the videos and the part that you played in what happened between him and Jane...

"I freely admit, here, on the internet, that I was wrong. Completely wrong in every way about you. And I'm glad. So glad. I've never liked being wrong before, but seeing Jane happy and Lydia safe... I would be wrong every day for that. Thank you Dar- William. Thank you. And even though I can't hope to be wrong about where we stand, I will always be thankful for knowing you, and for one moment, to have been thought by you to be good enough to love."

Lizzie smiles at the screen before raising her fingers to her lips and kissing them.

End Credits.