"Darcy!" Cried Lizzie in surprise. She wasn't quite sure why she was surprised. She knew he was here and she was in a conference room at his company, after all, it'd be more of a shock if she didn't see him.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Months ago, she would have thought that his voice was too robotic and that he didn't really care, but now that she knew him better, she could hear the truth in his voice.

"Um… I don't know? Miss DeBourgh was just here, but I don't really know what just happened!"

"Yes, I heard most of the conversation." Darcy looked down as he said this.

"Oh. You did? How?"

"Our conference rooms automatically start recording whenever human presence is detected in the room," he explained, as Lizzie rolled her eyes at the state-of-the-art technology that Pemberley had, "I usually ignore the feed when I know there's a meeting on, but there weren't supposed to be any meetings today, so I was concerned. I checked the feed and I saw you."

"Right. Well." Lizzie didn't quite know where to start with all the things she had to say. "Look, I didn't come to Pemberley Digital to talk to Miss DeBourgh… I came here to see you." She met his eye as she said this, hoping that he understood what she wanted to say, before she said it.

She continued, her words spilling out of her mouth faster than she could control. "I just…um.. I didn't find out that you helped take down that awful website until last night. I don't even know how to thank you, seriously. How did you do it?"

"I bought the company." Darcy said simply.

"Of course you did," laughed Lizzie, "how am I supposed to pay you back for helping Lydia and, I guess, our entire family?"

You don't owe me anything! It's exactly why I didn't want you to know that it was me. If you must, you can just thank me, that is enough."

"Well, on behalf of my fami-"

"No. If you're going to thank me it needs to be from you alone, I honestly did not do it for anyone but you, Lizzie."

Lizzie was taken aback by this, although a little hope swelled in her that maybe they had not missed their chance and she could fix this.

She looked directly in his face and said, "Thank you, William."

There was silence for a few moments; whilst Lizzie was frantically thinking of what to say next - none of this had gone according to any of her plans she'd made in the car – Darcy was silently freaking out that she'd used his first name to his face for the first time. Eventually, it was Darcy who spoke first.

"Lizzie, I don't want to draw this out any longer… If you feel the same way about me as you did at Collins and Collins, then please, tell me. My feelings haven't changed but if you're still not at all interested then I won't ever bring it up again."

"No… no I think my feelings are quite the opposite now." Lizzie said awkwardly, looking down at her shoes. If she had looked up, she might have seen a giant smile spreading across Darcy's face.

After her statement, silence rung around the conference room. Both of them were looking at their feet still, suddenly their footwear was much more interesting than anything else in the room. Once again, Darcy was the one who spoke next.

"You know, nothing you said to me or about me in any of your videos was undeserved. Now that I've seen it from your point of view, everything that I ever did or said sounds awful. You misunderstood me, but that can't be helped, and my behaviour, as seen by you, completely warranted those reactions. I think about it a lot and I shudder at how horrible I must have seemed."

"Well it's not like I was exactly civil either! We shouldn't really keep thinking about what happened in the past – I think both of us have improved immensely since then and I think that is what matters the most."

"Did my letter to you, did it help to change your mind about me?"

"Um, apart from the fact that it was wax sealed?" Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah it did. It took a while, I think, but I'm so grateful for it. It was unfair of me to not even consider your perspective, so when you quite literally handed it to me, I think it really did help. I'm glad you wrote it."

"I did notice you stopped doing costume theatre of me, after that letter. I had hoped that it meant that you'd changed your mind a little – even if only to not think completely ill of me. Overhearing the conversation with my aunt just now, that gave me the most hope of all."

"What, not even our time together at Pemberely? Didn't that give you a hint at all?!" Lizzie was surprised that her behaviour towards him wasn't blatantly obvious.

"I hoped a little, but I was not trying to gain your affection then – simply your friendship. I just wanted you to not hate me."

Lizzie laughed. It seemed that even though they had learnt to understand each other a little better, they still hadn't a clue of what the other was thinking. Suddenly, Lizzie's stomach grumbled loudly.

"Have you not eaten?" Darcy asked, looking alarmed.

"No," Lizzie confessed. "I didn't get to have dinner last night – I started driving here at 8."

"You drove?! Would you like to get some breakfast at the buffet downstairs?"

"Yes! I'd love that." Lizzie smiled.

They made their way down to the buffet, which was something Lizzie definitely missed about Pemberley. She piled her plate high with almost everything on offer, whilst Darcy got coffee and toast. They sat down to eat together and by the time Lizzie had gotten to her third piece of bacon, they were catching up on everything that had been so ridiculously elusive over the last year or so.

They talked more about Darcy's letter, about Gigi, Lydia, George, Bing and Jane and the antics of Ricky Collins. They sat there for hours, not even realising that time had been slipping past them.

Lizzie glanced down at her watch at one point and was surprised to see how long it had been.

"Oh my gosh, it's nearly lunchtime!" She exclaimed.

A familiar voice started up from the table behind them.

"Yeah, and some of us have to work!"

"Also some of us will get a parking ticket in about 15 minutes if they don't get their parking spots back, Lizzie B."

She turned around to see Fitz and Gigi sitting there grinning at them.

"Crap, I'm so sorry Fitz! I'll go move it now if you'd like? I should probably head home anyway, I didn't really tell Mom and Dad where I was going….or that I was going anywhere at all."

She turned to Darcy to apologise for having to leave, but he was already standing up, ready to go.

"I'll come with you."

It wasn't even a question. Lizzie's heart swelled. She made a mental observation that less than a year ago, she would have taken the option of flinging herself off of a cliff rather than spend a 4 hour car ride with William Darcy. Now, however, she was filled with happiness at the thought.

"Alright," She smiled, "let's go!"

(Sorry that this took so freaking long! I can't decide if this is the end or not. I have plans, but I'm very busy, so I don't know if I'll finish it. Follow the story if you want to read anything that I do happen to churn out! Oh, and please review it! This is my first fan fiction that I've ever properly written, so I'd love your feedback!)