I have followers! Yay! I'm so flattered and glad that you liked the first part. This is the second, and we'll get Mrs. Bennet's reaction in the next chapter. There may or may not be anything after that.

Mrs. Bennet's first name isn't given in P&P, but in the movie Mr. Gardiner addresses her as "Beatrice," so Trixie seems right. And I doubt that Mr. Bennet would have recognized Darcy - they only ever met at the Gibson wedding and the party at Netherfield, and Mr. Bennet doesn't seem like someone who tries to remember people. He was in Lizzie's videos, but a) Mr. Bennet was more worried about Lydia, and b) there's like six hours of video to watch.

And I think one or two of my followers may be hoping for smut, so let me make it clear that this is not heading in that direction.

xXx

"That was fun. Thanks for coming out with me," said Charlotte as the car pulled up to the silent house.

"No problem. It was good to get out. And I couldn't let you be alone on your birthday," replied Lydia.

"Yeah. I guess if I'm in Hunsford most of the time, I'll have to get used to celebrating without Lizzie anyway."

"You never know, she could always steal her guy's credit card and whisk you both off to Fiji," Lydia suggested with a wicked grin.

Charlotte sighed. It was good to see Lydia looking more like herself, but life was changing fast, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

"So you're coming in to grill Lizzie with me, right?" asked Lydia.

Charlotte laughed. "Every gory detail!" she replied.

The two girls got out of the car and approached the house. They could see that the light in the den was still on, but the shades were drawn and they could not see inside.

The entryway was dark and smelled of Chinese food.

"Did they eat my honey walnut shrimp?" Charlotte asked indignantly.

"Well, they had to eat something," Lydia answered. "Well, besides each other!" she added.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and knocked on the door to the den. There was no reply, but she heard soft music coming through the door.

"Sounds like they're getting it on," Lydia said gleefully. "Should we yell and startle them?"

"No, that would be...hang on." Charlotte listened hard. The music had stopped, to be replaced by voices talking. "I think it's just a movie. Is that Hugh Grant talking?"

Lydia nodded. "They're sitting in there, watching a movie. My sister can be so lame sometimes."

Charlotte slowly opened the door and peered in. Darcy and Lizzie were sound asleep on the couch, wrapped around each other. A blanket was loosely draped over Lizzie's midsection.

"Well, at least it went well," said Charlotte.

"Well enough. But their clothes are still on," said Lydia.

"Oh, come on, they're allowed to take it slow. Anyway, Lizzie's been exhausted for weeks."

"Yeah." Lydia sounded sad. She still felt guilty for how she had disarranged her sisters' lives.

Charlotte walked to the couch and rearranged the blanket to cover them both properly. Darcy's head was at an awkward angle against the arm of the couch, so she grabbed a pillow and eased it under him. She turned to stop the movie playing on the laptop.

"I think we'd better let them sleep," she said, surveying her work. "Time enough for grilling tomorrow."

"Do you think there's anything on the camera?" Lydia asked. "I mean, she'd send that to you anyway."

"We can check," Charlotte replied. She got the camera off the tripod and handed it to Lydia, then picked up the laptop and found the connection cable on a side table. "Come on, let's go up to your room."

There was footage. They both cheered when they saw Lizzie finally kiss Darcy, and Lydia whooped excitedly over the rest of the kissing. Charlotte was just glad that they'd gotten it sorted out, and that Lizzie had the sense to make her feelings clear. They groaned when Lizzie reached for the camera to turn it off.

"Well, that takes care of that," said Charlotte. It would be a real relief to have Lizzie happy and secure in herself again. "Thank goodness. I should go home."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow?" asked Lydia.

"You bet. If I miss your mom finding out, I want a play-by-play, okay?"

"You got it. Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks." Charlotte grinned tiredly, and left.

xXx

"My dear, what a lovely dinner that was. I saw simply everyone who was anyone at that restaurant! And Mrs. O'Hare from down the block saw your choice of wine and looked positively green with envy, I'm sure she did. Did you see her? She and her husband were sitting five tables down, in the booth. I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about, which is such a shame. I hear her husband..." Mrs. Bennet's voice trailed off as she mounted the stairs.

Mr. Bennet hung up her jacket, and then his own. He wanted his newspaper, and he was pretty sure he'd left it in the den. As he opened the door, the light from the entryway fell across someone sleeping on the couch.

As he got closer, Mr. Bennet realized that it wasn't just Lizzie. He knew that she sometimes crashed on the couch instead of heading upstairs to her bed. But this time she was tangled up with a young man. How very surprising.

Mr. Bennet peered at the young man. He didn't look familiar at all. Where had Lizzie found him? Perhaps he should have watched all of her videos when he found out about them, but there were so many of them and he's been so concerned about Lydia that he'd only watched a few of them. Her impersonations of his wife were quite hilarious, though.

His eye fell on a wallet on the side table, partially covered by a Panda Express receipt. At least the young man had paid for dinner. He flipped it open, looking for the driver's license.

Darcy, William F. A business card identified him as the CEO of Pemberley Digital.

How on earth had this happened? He remembered seeing Darcy a couple of times - his wife had contrived to force him and Lizzie to dance together at the Gibson wedding, and they'd met once or twice elsewhere - and he knew that Lizzie must have seen him frequently during her stay at Netherfield, but neither Darcy nor Lizzie had shown the slightest interest in the other. Perhaps they'd run across each other at Pemberley Digital, but...he shook his head in amazement. Young people these days.

A smile crossed his face as he envisioned his wife's reaction to the news that William Darcy, CEO, had spent the night on their couch. Dear Trixie would probably explode. Well, that would be a fine entertainment in the morning.

He picked up his newspaper and went to bed, softly shutting the door behind him.