Lizzie ushered Darcy in to the kitchen, although she was sure he knew his way better than she did as it was Fitz's house. "Do you want something to drink? Water or anything?"

"Tea would be lovely," he stuttered through the first word. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen when he got to her house, but he was assured by her insisting that he come in to the house that she had least seen part or all of the video. He wanted to text Gigi to tell her to remove it but he had forgotten his phone at his place in the rush to get to Lizzie's.

Lizzie turned on the automatic kettle before sitting down at the breakfast nook table and motioning for him to join her. Once they were seated across from each other, neither knew where to start.

"So," they said in unison. "about the video."

An awkward laugh was exchanged as they looked away from each other, Lizzie to the kitchen and Darcy to the outside. "You first," they both said, again at the same time. Lizzie's cheeks flushed bright pink and she stood to get the kettle which started to steam.

"How do you like your tea?" she asked, at least getting some words out that weren't in unison with Darcy.

"Just black would be great," he responded, standing to go help her.

Lizzie turned back and motioned for him to sit. "I think I can manage making tea, Darcy." Her comment which would have, on an average day, been laced with attitude, today it had no pretenses. It was this that really marked the change it atmosphere between the two of them for her.

Sitting back down, she placed one of the mugs in front of herself and one she gave to Darcy. "Jane used to make me tea when she thought I was upset," she noted, not really telling him for any other reason that for something to talk about.

"Yes, I recall from your videos."

"I forget sometimes that people I know watch them."

"Yes, well they are quite illuminating." Darcy watched her, trying to get a judgement of what she was thinking but it was quite hard for him. He might not have been a robot like Lizzie liked to insist in her videos, but he was never the best at social interactions and judging other people's thoughts.

Lizzie was doing the same, as her gaze left her tea cup to his face. She was gauging what they should say next and for once, she was at a loss for words. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure what she was thinking. Instantly, she regretted opening her door as she needed more time to digest the video that she just saw. And maybe, just maybe, watch it a few times more. Just for research, you know.

"I'm sorry if the video embarrassed you, Lizzie," Darcy started, running his hands down his shirt to get ride of the wrinkles. "It wasn't my idea, I assure you, but I can just imagine that I caused you embarrassment and that was why you were coming to see me." The last part of his phrase was said more as a question than a statement and he was hoping that she was not, in fact, coming to see him out of anger.

"Embarrassed?"

"Yes. I'm very sorry to cause you any distress that my rehashing of my feelings towards you might have caused."

"Darcy, I put up how many videos where I practically mocked you over the last few months and you're asking me if I was embarrassed?" she scoffed. Lizzie couldn't help but feel touched at his sentiment. She had never thought about what her videos might do to the subjects in them. Even at this moment, she thought back with regret to the way she had handled the Lydia situation and wondered if she should catch up on her younger sister's videos even though she said she wasn't going to watch. "I wasn't embarrassed, really. I was-"

"Furious?"

"Darcy," she laughed, taking the tea cup to her mouth and sipping it before finding the right word to describe her emotion. "No, no. I was not furious or embarrassed or anything. I was touched, really."

Darcy raised his eyebrows at her, half smiling that his sister's crazy idea had at least somewhat paid off. He was still, however, unsure of what it meant. Did it mean she returned his feelings or was this her way of putting him down gently.

"But I don't know what I really feel about, well," Lizzie was flailing her arms trying to motion how she felt. "This… this whole thing."

"I understand," Darcy slowly looked down. So it was, another rejection. There was no way that this was going to end well for him, he could already tell. "So I should get going then?"

"What? No, stay. It's just, I don't know, it's not what I expected to happen today. I thought you were still in L.A. and then seeing you and then that video today, it's really messed with my head. I thought, well, I thought I knew how I felt about you." Lizzie bit her lip as she tried to express herself more clearly, but in all her attempts she realized that she couldn't. She, herself, had no idea what she was feeling right now so how could she express it to Darcy. All she knew was that her stomach was cramping up, almost as those elusive butterflies she had heard so much about were taking their turn to flutter around in her own stomach. Still, that meant nothing. It was an emotional reaction to something that needed a lot of thinking about.

Darcy nodded and fiddled with the tea bag as though to suppress the urge he had to to reach out and take her hand with his. "Should we turn on the camera?" he asked.

"The camera?" she questioned.

"I don't know. I thought it might help you with your words as you always seem so eloquent and sure of yourself when the camera is on."

Lizzie laughed and brushed her hair out of her eye. "Yeah, well, that's with the great editing from Charlotte. No, Darcy, some things are meant to be done off camera even if our relationship has practically been documented from the start."

"I think it's more of a satire than a documentary," he huffed.

"Well, it's an evolving diary. I no longer think that you go home and charge your battery pack every night. And I'll have to admit, since you have already for thousands, that my feelings about," Lizzie was practically choking on her words. "My feelings about you have changed."

"In a positive light?"

"Of course, Darcy. Although it would have been a miracle if they could have changed in a negative light." She meant it as a joke but she could see his face soured. She reached out and placed her fingers lightly on his wrist. "I'm kidding, Darcy. You've really proved that I might have judged you a little harshly in the beginning."

Darcy was squirming in his seat from her slight touch. She really did have some magically power over him. "So you're not rejecting me?"

"No."

"And you'll go on a date with me?" he asked, his voice was hopeful and slightly high.

"No."

"Perf-wait, no?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Jane."

"Jane?"

"And Bing."

"Jane and Bing?"

"Yes."

"You can't date me because of something I have already admitted to be a big mistake?"

"I can date you, I just need you to first try and fix it. Bing hasn't taken her calls and she's just not the same Jane anymore. And you now know that she had honest intentions, despite my insane mother."

"Well…"

"It's not an ultimatum, Darcy. I'm not saying if they don't end up together, I won't go on date with you. I just hope that you would take this as an opportunity to do some right and call Bing and just explain it. Maybe tell him to watch the videos?"

"Well, he might enjoy them actually. He was portrayed in a much better light than I was."

"And yet, here you sit."

Darcy smiled, a genuine smile as he looked at Lizzie from across the table. "I'll call him right no-, oh no."

"What?"

"My phone. I left it back at my place."

"That's why you didn't answer," Lizzie said out loud, blushing slightly that she admitted to having tried calling him.

"Yes. You have my number?"

"Gigi."

"Ah, of course."

"I'd tell you you can use mine, but I don't have his number. And if you call him later, that gives me a night to think about this more."

"I hope you don't change your mind," he said, getting up from the table.

"About what?"

"About me and the date."

"I'll try not to," she teased, but seeing that he once again didn't get her humor reassured him that she was joking.

Seeing him out, he opened the door and turned back to her. "I'm not promising anything, Lizzie, but I will call him and tell him to watch the videos. But can I pick you up here tomorrow at around six?"

"Yes," she smiled, brushing his shoulder with her hand.

Turning his back to her, he made the way down the steps before he heard her call out his name. "Yes?" he said, turning, and found that she was on her tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. He rubbed the spot on his cheek as she lowered herself down. "What was that?"

"A thank you. For the video. It was the sweetest thing anyone's done for me."


Lizzie sat in her bed that night, her phone pressed up to her ear as she talked to Charlotte and her lap top perched in her lap. "This is my favorite part," she said into the phone as she watched Darcy on the video.

"You're in love," Charlotte said on the other side.

"I don't know," Lizzie started. "But I'm pretty sure that I'm at least in like."

"I knew it. I so knew it."

"You didn't know anything," Lizzie laughed. "Let's watch it just one more time."