WOOT WOOT! Finally got past that slippery character! YESS!!! HAPPY DANCE! Also, I just love that song. Those two girls can move parts of themselves that I didn't even know existed! Kudos for them, but alas, I am the mere writer. Again, I love you all for reviews, I eat them with ketchup! Anywho…moving on, and putting more twists to the story. I'll try to make this long too, just for you! Remember to R&R and I will love you forever!!!!

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Lizzie was crashed on the couch with her best friend in the entire world, eating cookies. It was close to 3:00 in the morning, but neither of them felt like going to sleep. Lizzie knew that she had classes at 10:45 and all the way to 8:45, but for some reason, she didn't feel like sleep. Maybe it was because Charlotte was doing such a good job with cheering her up. Maybe it was the fact that if she slept, she might dream of Jack kissing her, and then laughing in her face, or maybe it was because she was just too damn hyped up on cookies, ice-cream, and crème soda.

"But seriously, Lizzie, you can't say you've always trusted him!" Charlotte exclaimed as she changed the channel from Tom and Jerry, to Invader ZIM.

"I know; I've always doubted him about almost everything he's said. But then again, I doubt what most people say. The world has proven to be very mistrusting." Lizzie mused as she stuck a spoon into her chocolate cookie dough ice-cream.

"Almost everything he's said? What do you not doubt him about?" Charlotte asked as she changed the channel to the ever famous, Pride and Prejudice.

"Oh for heaven's sake, change the channel!" Lizzie exclaimed, not liking the resemblance she held to the character in the story. Wickham seemed slightly too familiar to her now.

"Answer the question!" Charlotte demanded. Lizzie rolled her eyes, and rolled onto her stomach, getting a better sleeping position.

"What he said about Darcy. There was too much fact. I've asked him discreetly about stuff, and he's admitted unknowingly that it all could be true!" Lizzie exclaimed as she twisted around trying to find a sleep-able, but at least comfortable position.

"So you still believe that, after he asked you out, and then didn't say a word to defend himself when his real girlfriend shows up." Charlotte clarified. Lizzie rolled her eyes, and didn't respond. It was stupid enough that she had fallen for him. It hurt worse that somewhere deep inside; she was crying for the infamous charmer.

But why did she have unshed tears for him? It's not like he's kept his word with anything, so why should she have an ounce of feeling left for him. You care because he's the first man who's ever looked like he was actually in love with you, a snide voice whispered in her thoughts. Charlotte had warned her of hearing these thoughts, and to drive it away, she dove her spoon with vigor into her ice-cream. After tonight, there would be no more mourning for the in-famous Jack Wickham.

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Jack took the man by his head, and threw him against the wall.

"I told you to tell me when there was girl trouble hanging around with my name on it." He hissed in the bouncer's ear. With a groan, the bouncer fell back, and landed on the floor in a heap. Jack leaned down, and pulled the man up by his collar. "Next time it happens again, that will only be a warm-up."

With a smirk, and an extra kick, Jack walked away from his prey, and ballooned his chest out in mock arrogance. His cheeks were still slightly stinging from when he had been smacked, but other than that, it had turned out only to be slightly sour.

After getting hit by two very hard to get girls, he had left to go and have a chat with the bouncer. It helped a lot to take his frustrations out on that fat man. Jack had something against fat men. They made the skinny ones look anorexic if they stood next to them for too long. Also, when he was little (three to be exact) his mother always called him her fat baby. That had sealed it.

Though he had lost his quarry –he tried to forget that he had lost two quarries, it hurt to know that his fortune had basically reeked- he knew that there was a way to recovery. As he pulled out a printed out picture of a family, he pointed to the next suitable one down the line.

"Lydia Bennett," He mused as he jabbed her face. He knew she was stupid, but very pretty. If he could get his hands on her, than he would show that stupid Lizzie her mistake for laying her hand on him. "You're Jack's next victim."

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Lizzie finally managed to fall asleep around 5:27. The rest of the time had been spent in a mock wallowing of pity before the sugar wore off, and the sugar's horrible hangover kicked in. When ever being hyper wore off, Lizzie always got tired and cranky.

As Jane bustled into the room, her eyes bright and cheery, she saw her sister and her friend crashed halfway on the floor and halfway on the couch. With a small smile, she pulled the blankets back over them, and proceeded to make some coffee. She was supposed to go to Manhattan for her internship, and at least wanted Lizzie to be up when she left so that no one broke into the apartment and surprised them when they were asleep. Jane had always had a fear of that.

"Wake up sleepy heads!" Jane cried as she waltzed back into the room with steaming mugs of coffee. Lizzie groaned, and sat up; eyes squinting. Charlotte jumped slightly, and scrambled onto the couch; eyes wide. Neither of them were really coherent when they first woke up.

"If you guys can come into the kitchen, I have some cleaning instructions." Jane said in that motherly way that Lizzie loved, but hated. With a groan, she got up, and followed her sister into the kitchen, moving only because of the coffee being held so temptingly in front of her.

"Charlotte… coffee." Lizzie grunted, and sunk into her chair as she got her prize. Jane smothered a grin as Lizzie then stood up. Charlotte called out something like, "I'm not moving for no cocoa or any other fattening thing you got for me."

"Charmander, don't make me." Lizzie threatened, using her friends lost since used nickname. They used to laugh at how that silly orange poke'mon's name sounded so much like Charlotte's.

"Get off your chair and make me get up, lard butt." Charlotte said idly, turning over and burying under the covers.

"Oh, I'll make you." Lizzie grumbled as she stumbled into the living room, and pulled open the blinds. White bright light exploded into the room, and Charlotte shrieked as her eyes were assaulted by it. Jane busted into laughter as Lizzie cackled with mirth. When their laughter subsided, Lizzie lagged back into the kitchen, downed her coffee, and announced grandly, "I'm going to go take a run."

"Ok then, I'll write the chores down, and walk out with you." Jane said brightly, gathering her bag of necessities. Charlotte was rubbing her eyes in the front room, and Lizzie ran to change. With a grumble, Charlotte ran into the kitchen, and gulped her coffe down in one large swallow, ignoring the burning of her tongue.

"How's she?" Jane asked softly as she heard Lizzie stumble about her bedroom, waiting for her coffee to kick in.

"Better than expected. We went back here, and she cried a little bit, but after that, she was fine." Charlotte explained smoothly; pouring herself another cup.

"Just keep an eye on her. She bottles things up." Jane said softly, and when she saw her sister come out clad in Juicy (she really loved those sweat suits for running) she kissed Charlotte's head, and walked out of the apartment with her sister. Neither bothered to invite Charlotte with them. It was an unwritten ritual that one always stayed back and guarded the house in the mornings on Fridays and Saturdays. That was usually when guests came by, and none of the girls wanted to miss entertainment when it came by.

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Lizzie said her good byes to her sister, and took off at a ground eating pace to the park nearby. It was very pretty out; the birds in the trees, and kids running around in their jackets. Jack Frost was at the edges of the grass, and was fading as the sun climbed steadily in the sky. The sky itself was gorgeous, the baby blue tints fading slightly when there was a small cloud nearby.

"Such a lovely day." Lizzie sighed as she jogged onto the running path. Lizzie loved to walk, or to run. Either or, they always managed to help her clear her thoughts. Now that she had had her wallow session with her friend, any pain she had felt for Jack was gone. Thank goodness for that, or she might have turned out like Jane.

"No…" She mused lightly as she took the slight curve, "Jane was in love. I was all for his body."

Lizzie took a shorter route; it had a much prettier scenery. She especially liked all of the kids running around while their mothers scurried after them, keeping them out of other people's ways. Some mothers were accompanied by fathers, but most seemed to only be females. The males were no where to be seen.

"Because they have all the hard work to do… like break girl's hearts, and leave them to go to some other country to stew about it…" She muttered. If she ever saw Charlie again, she would probably give him a word or two. How could someone so nice looking do something so… cruel?

"Because guys are pigs." That was very true it seemed, and she was so lost in thought about this small finding when she collided into something solid, and hot.

"Oomph," Lizzie's breath let out in a whoosh, and she fell backwards, about to land flat on her butt. Instead, she was caught around the waist by a very cute, all American looking guy. Of course, he was British, but he looked born and bred in the good old USA.

"Hold on there, I've had girls fall at my feet, but this is a whole different story." He joked as he pulled her back onto her own legs. He gazed at her critically, taking in the slight sweat plastered hair, flushed face, and sparkling eyes. Her clothes complimented her figure lightly, and the whole running thing was a huge turn-on. Oh, his cousin was going to hate him for this.

"Blaise! I didn't realize it was you!" Lizzie exclaimed as she took a step back from his unintentional embrace. With a boyish grin, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, and chuckled.

"I didn't realize you had it that bad for me." He commented. With a bright idea, he stuck his arm out for her to take, and walked with her so that she could still get her workout without being stopped by him.

"Oh, it's a terrible crush I've been denying for quite some time." Lizzie joked as she got a good look at him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about him that brought a more teasing person about her, and relaxed her, considering the whole drama from the night before.

Blaise looked long and hard at the Bennett girl. She was gorgeous; his cousin hadn't lied about that at least. But there was a certain sparkle about her that Will was infatuated with. Another thing that kept him looking at her was the whole drama from the night before. Darcy had also told him how she seemed keen on hanging out with Wickham, and when he had seen them dancing, it worried him that she was in too deep. Now, she seemed light, bouncy, and energetic. His sister had been slightly put out, and had gotten herself slightly tipsy before he ended his shift, and took her home.

"So, how have you been? Though, I'm acting like we've not seen each other for months." He said, trying to take out the blunt feeling from his first statement. Lizzie laughed right out at him, her voice sparkling and sweet toned.

"I'm good, really good. I'm actually rather fond of running, or walking so this turned out well." She said as she took him on a longer route than the one she wanted to take. Still, she had to admit, he was really good looking. He seemed very friendly, and very open. Lizzie wished the same could be said about his in-famous friend, Darcy. After her statement, he seemed to scrutinize her for a moment, gauging how far it was from the truth. He was pleased to see that there was only a slight dull look in her eyes as her thoughts drifted slightly.

"So… were you and him… an item?" he asked bluntly, his voice taking on a slightly resigned voice. Lizzie laughed, but her chuckle was lacking; he noted this with slight worry.

"I was lucky your sister stepped in when she did. We almost were." She replied, remembering how happy she had felt, and how all of the accusations she had had against him disappear as he wove his words around her. Jack was a snake, but even then, she couldn't help but believe the things he said about Darcy. He had names, he had facts. No one would make that stupid stuff up for their health, would they?

"Do you… regret anything about it?" he asked. When he had called his cousin the night before to tell him what had happened, Will had been in an uproar. He demanded to know exactly how she was, what her thoughts were, how she was handling it, everything. Not that his cousin had cared or anything. Fitz remembered how he had tricked his cousin into telling him why his thoughts would wander so much. It was comical to see Darcy like someone else.

"Will, what are you on about? Don't tell me that you've taken to a tall, dark and single girl in the states, have you?" Fitz asked his cousin as they played a small game of pool in the entertainment hall. Will was silent for a few moments before answering. Fitz noted this with a smirk.

"No, why do you ask?" Darcy asked as he struck the Q-ball with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

"Your mind's been wandering around again cuz. I've taken a notice to it because it's happened at least twice in a conversation." Fitz replied casually, noting Will's sudden trouble zipping up his jacket. Will glanced up sharply, his gaze brooding.

"There's no reason to assume it's a female." He responded sharply.

"Oh c'mon Will! You're always looking in the distance! At least spill about it. Your eve in the garden is she?" Fitz teased lightly as he chalked his pool stick.

"Her name's not Eve." He snapped too fast for Blaise to take as nothing. His boyish smile reached from ear to ear as he caught his cousin.

"What's her name then?" He challenged. Will glanced up sharply, his gaze smoldering. With a slight curse, he shook his head, trying to sort his thoughts.

"There is no name because there is no girl."

"On don't start with that cuz! I can see it in your eyes, there's someone that's caught your fancy. Unless it's not a girl… good god man; don't tell me you're gay!" Fitz exclaimed in horror, jumping away from his cousin was speed.

"Bloody hell, there's no guy, her name's Elizabeth Bennett!" Will snapped, and then turned around slightly as he realized what he said. His cousin was the only person who could ever get under his skin enough to make him slip out unwanted statements. Not counting Elizabeth of course.

"So now we get somewhere." Fitz said deviously, his dimples showing his evil thought process. Darcy groaned as his cousin pulled him over to the small bar to talk more.

"Spill." Fitz said jokingly, and poured his friend some good old whiskey. Darcy glared into the amber contents, and with more prodding, and several times being caught in his web, Fitz managed to get the story out of his cousin. Fitz loved it when that happened. It made him feel happy all over.

It was slightly touching, but he didn't want Fitz to get the wrong idea about his attraction. He wanted details about how she was handling it, but didn't want his cousin to have a verbal assault from her. Thankfully, Lizzie was good-natured about it, and thought that Fitz was asking for his sister's benefit only.

"Believing his lies, yeah. Who wouldn't feel bad about that? Sort of makes you feel stupid though." She said; a hollow laugh not fitting the look on her face. Blaise thought it best to change the subject. He didn't want her dwelling too much on it. His sister was passed out on the couch, and would have a minor headache when she woke up. Darcy had warned about what had happened, hell, Blaise had known exactly what would have happened, and now, instead of feeling proud like he usually would have, Blaise had noticed that his cousin had sounded genuinely worried. There was something about this Bennett girl that had that man completely, and irrevocably smitten, and Blaise wanted to see what it was about her, besides the beauty, and good looks.

Of course, Blaise hadn't had to coerce that out of his cousin. Will's voice had dropped slightly when he would say something about her –with uber prodding from a very annoying cousin- and a light smile ghosted his face when he would describe something she had said.

"I don't want to 'spill' as you can it. I'd rather forget about her really." Darcy replied with slight vehemence.

"Oh, now we're getting somewhere! Tell me, was she a temptress, was she a devil with a pretty face, was she a-"

"Good god, will you stop!" Will exclaimed angrily, downing the contents.

"Spill and I will stop." Fitz replied with a devilish grin. Will glared at him; his eyes a piercing stare.

"It wouldn't matter much anyway. I'm here, and she's there with… Wickham." Will said the last word with grinding teeth. Blaise looked up at his cousin with alarm. The last time they had mentioned that bastard was when Will had been trying to convince Emma to stay clear of him; without mentioning the details. Of course, without the details, Emma decided that they were all just trying to spoil her fun.

"She's hanging with him?" Fitz choked on his drink. Will gave a hint of a nod, and turned back to the pool table.

"People have fallen for his tricks before. Lately, he's been fooling the really pretty ones, and I think that needs to stop." Fitz said lightly, his bright blue eyes kind. Lizzie glanced at him, and laughed.

"Is that a pick-up line? I thought you could come up with something better than that." Lizzie smirked at him, and broke the contact between them. Fitz grinned mischievously at her, and pulled out a napkin from his pocket.

"I guess I have to call later and try again, won't I?" he replied, and with a light peck on the cheek, he walked away, whistling lightly a bright and jovial tune. Lizzie raised an eyebrow, and turned around; deciding to go back to her apartment.

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"What did she say?" Darcy asked as Fitz gave him a ring. For the past month or so, Will had tried to get her out of his mind, and he had tried to throw himself into his work, but now that Fitz had unintentionally found her, it was hard not to ask.

Will still couldn't believe that his cousin had wheedled some of the story out of him, but now that he had, Darcy had to admit, it was good to hear from him. Hear from him about her really.

"She just feels really stupid mate. Like she had had council against it, but decided to screw herself over anyway." Blaise replied with laugh as he heard his cousin grumble under his breath.

"I told her to stay away." He declared in a louder voice, and with a quick good-bye, he hung up, annoyance flashing across his features. Now that he knew the details, he cursed inwardly. He had warned her away from Wickham, but she had gone to him anyway. Now, she was paying the price. He had to admit, she had brought it upon herself with her going to the club with him. If she had listened to him, she wouldn't have had to deal with Jack's lies. But when has she ever listened to you? The snide voice in his head asked. Will shook his head to get rid of such stupid thoughts, and went back to his desk.

New York City was such a disorganized place; Will wanted at least one thing there to be organized, even if it was just his small law firm there. He would try to push her out of his thoughts, and settle more cases by himself instead of assigning them to someone else. He couldn't believe that one person had such a hold on his emotions, and not even realize it.

Not that he cared or anything.

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"Oh Lizzie, someone from the College called!" Charlotte exclaimed as Lizzie jogged back into the room, panting lightly. To get rid of her thoughts, she had upped the pace of her run, and now she was suffering for it.

"pant Charlotte- who… who- called- I pant couldn't- quite- catch the- name." Lizzie wheezed slightly as she went into the Kitchen for a large glass of ice water.

"The college! They have excellent news apparently." Charlotte laughed as Lizzie feigned collapsing on the floor. Handing her friend the phone, she also handed her some paper that held the number on it. Lizzie dialed it half-heartedly, and waited as the line was dispatched.

"Yes, Lizzie Bennett, this is the dean of the college, and I have excellent new for you. You have been hand selected to go for an internship in New York City for the surgeon, Dr. Rick Bradley. Details have been e-mailed to you, and you will be expected there this coming Friday, December 16th."

Lizzie cried out as she heard the news. Of course, with her passed out on the floor, it made it look like she was having a seizure, but she didn't care too much. She was going to intern for a rich, skilled surgeon!

"CHARLOTTE!" Lizzie yelled at the top of her lungs after hanging up. With a groan she pulled herself up from her laying position, and scrambled into the front room where Charlotte was sprawled across the floor, flipping through channels. At Lizzie's exclamation, she glanced up, and startled slightly at the look on her friend's face.

"So you're going to leave me in the hands of my fiancé for how long?" Charlotte asked after Lizzie explained the whole thing.

"Until Easter. I get back two weeks before Easter." Lizzie replied, much to the horror of her friend.

"Oh… oh but Lizzie, I get married New Year's day! Do you think you'll be able to skip and come to Puerto Rico for the wedding?" Charlotte exclaimed, her eyes wide. She hadn't planned on her best friend not being there.

"I don't think so Charlotte. This really makes me feel bad though." Lizzie said with only a little bit of regret. She knew that her friend wanted her there, but Lizzie wasn't sure if she would have been able to see her friend taken away by that freak of a man. Now, she just had to hear about it.

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"Not thinking of leaving without letting me know?" Fitz asked as he came up behind Lizzie in the supermarket. Lizzie jumped slightly, but when she saw who it was, she laughed.

"That was the plan." She mused as she checked the list that Jane had told her to write down. Her sister had been gone only a few days when she called and asked if anyone had been hurt. Lizzie took this as slightly offensive; she was perfectly able to take care of herself.

"I can't stand for that. When do you leave?" Fitz asked as he walked with her through the store.

"Tomorrow around 6:00. Wait, how did you know that I was leaving?" She asked as she dropped a box of cereal in the cart.

"I pulled some strings for the gorgeous girl, and heard where they were whisking her away to." He replied. Lizzie laughed at this, and Blaise was happy to see that there was the sparkle that his cousin had told him about. She was doing much better, he was happy to note, and she had a tell tale smile ghosting her lips as she talked.

"What are your plans for afterwards? You can't work all day!" he exclaimed. As she prattled off her plans and where she would stay, he noticed the small dimple Will had told him about. She's much better without him, Blaise thought with satisfaction.

"… and I'm staying with my aunt and uncle. They have a really nice penthouse that they said they could let me crash in." She finished as they walked towards the counter to pay.

"How did you know Will Darcy?" Blaise asked suddenly, deciding to bring it in the fray.

"A friend of Charlie Bingley. Charlie lived near my friend Charlotte Lucas at Netherfield." Lizzie said this all cautiously, not wanting to draw Jane into the conversation. She hated discussing both Will, and Charlie, so she hoped he got bored with that subject soon.

"What did you think of them?" Fitz prodded her closer to the conveyer belt as he grabbed a pack of gum. Blaise loved gum.

"What's with the third degree? Charlie… he was nice, and Will… Will was rude, obnoxious, and very standoffish. He managed ways to offend people without having to open his mouth." Lizzie vented lightly, momentarily forgetting that Will was Blaise's cousin.

"Depends on how you look at it, don't you think?" Fitz said as Lizzie paid the cashier.

"Look at what? When you're invited to parties, at least try to look like you're having fun." Lizzie exclaimed as she put the bags into her cart. She waited patiently as he but his meager pack of gum on the belt, and pulled out a measly dollar.

"What if you were forced to go?"

"Fitz, why are you standing up for him when there's no need?!" Lizzie exclaimed as they walked out of the store; Lizzie wheeling her cart towards her car.

"I'm just curious as to your attachment to him." Blaise murmured delicately as he helped her put her groceries in the small car that she had rented. It was ugly, but it got her places. Lizzie froze when he said this, and whirled around to face him.

"My attachment?" She asked as he smirked and nodded. "There's no attachment." She decided to say bravely, and made a face as she thought about it. "There never could be."

"On either side?" He asked as she turned to go. Lizzie stopped, turned to him, and said with slight annoyance, "He hates me Fitz, and I'm not that partial to him. Ok? Why do you keep asking about him?! It's not like he's just going to pop up out of nowhere and say 'hey, I like you, I was just kidding when I called you below average,' you know? I really don't see him doing that. Do you?" Hearing no answer, she wheeled her cart into the cart bin, turned back, walked to him and added as an after thought, "It was good seeing you." Giving him a hug, she then turned, walked to her car and drove off in moments.

"Oh, but I do see him doing that." Fitz murmured as he saw the brake lights light up when she stopped for the turn. Blaise smirked at her reaction to his words. She was either A) in love with him, and in denial, or B) annoyed that he had brought Will up because she really, really hated him. With a kick in his step, Fitz turned and walked away whistling. The day had turned out pretty good.

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"Promise you'll call me." Charlotte said tearfully as she saw her friend off the next morning. Lizzie was still curious about why Blaise had brought up all of that stuff, but didn't have his number so she couldn't ask. Still, she felt bad for abandoning him like that in the middle of the supermarket parking lot. Now, as she stuffed the rest of her junk into her rental car, she turned to Charlotte and laughed.

"I'll be back the first week of April, it's not that long." She protested, but she knew it was long for them. Nearly five months of not seeing each other was a very long time. Still, she had to admit, it would be good to get out of the little shell of Brooklyn.

"How long will it take for you to get there?" Charlotte asked as she gave a bag of beef jerky to Lizzie through the car window.

"About an hour. I'll call as soon as I get there, mother." Lizzie teased, and tossed her friend the house keys. "Lock up for me, and I promise I will call!"

Charlotte smiled as her friend drove away. She hated goodbyes but they were better than the hello that her fiancé wanted to give her when she got back from Lizzie and Jane's apartment. Giving a shudder, she scurried back into the apartment, and decided to stay until she was sure Collins wouldn't be able to have time for that. You couldn't be late for work on a daily basis!

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Lizzie managed to make it in the big city with an hour before she had to begin to hunt down the hospital that she needed. With a grumble from her stomach, she pulled over and into a parking spot, and scurried into a bakery. The smell of fresh baked bread reached her, and she inhaled deeply. She had always loved that smell. It reminded her of when her father would cook.

With a slight cough, she walked up and ordered, while she kept an eye on her cell phone, knowing the moment a full hour reached, Charlotte would call. As she picked up her coffee and sandwich, she didn't realize someone was right behind her. She whirled around and took a step, and then succeeded in colliding into someone.

"Oomph." She mumbled for the second time that week. Why did that keep happening to her? Oh well, at least her coffee hadn't spilled all over the nice Italian suit. That stern looking jaw the man had made it seem like he wouldn't tolerate his clothes being soiled.

Right when she was about to hit the ground, she felt a strong arm snake around her waist, and she was instantly righted. What is it with guys catching me when I fall? Lizzie thought angrily as she took a step back. The cashier looked positively frightened by the man, so Lizzie flashed the girl a smile, and turned to thank her "rescuer".

"You should apologize." The deep voice sounded familiar, but why? She didn't think she knew any men in New York City, but he didn't sound from there either. He sounded to be from Brittan or something; his voice soft and clipped.

"I was about to, god why are people so impatient?" Lizzie snapped, and looked up into cold, familiar eyes.

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Will walked out of his business office in a right state of annoyance. His clients from New York were positively wretched, and all needed to get their priorities straight before coming to his office.

Angrily, he walked down the street, and into the bakery nearby. With a smart authority, he walked up to the counter and waited in line. The girl in front of him was waiting for her food, but she seemed familiar. Why did she seem familiar? Her hair was just like- don't think about it, he told himself sternly, you've come this far without going back to see her, don't ruin it over some knock up copy. So engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't see her turn around, and collide right into his new suit.

"Oomph." The breath whooshed out of her, and Will's reflexes caused him to catch her before she hit the floor. Thankfully, only her sandwich hit the floor, and not her beverage. She had managed to keep hold of that one. Pulling her up from her dive, he saw her right herself, and turned back the cashier for something. The nerve of her! She should at least thank him! Honestly, New York City was a waste of his time. The girl was about to turn and walk away when he caught her arm.

"You should apologize." He said sternly, much to the horror of the cashier and the girl.

"I was about to! God why are people so impatient?" The girl snapped, and her voice was so familiar that Will glanced down in shock. The girl looked up at him, and both were silent.

"Darcy!"

"Lizzie!?"

"What are you doing here?" Both said at the same time. Darcy smiled, but Lizzie inwardly groaned.

OKEE! This one's done, and I have most of the others after this done, but I won't be posting anything else until I get more reviews! HEEHEE! Devious little me, but don't think I wont! That's just how I am. I can keep typing, and you all can just review and review until I deem it worthy. Oh, my devious little brain , I love you all!