YAY! William saved her!

Boring disclaimer stuff here.


She got to the kitchen, and Will was working on another batch of pancakes. She slipped the bow-tie around his neck. "You really shouldn't leave these lying around." She whispered lovingly in his ear and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I wasn't the one who took it off, Lizzie" He took her hands in his. They were interrupted by a throat being cleared very loudly.

"I'm still here you know, and I don't want to see a repeat of what you two did last night." Lizzie and Will turned around and smiled. "Now, what prompted you to ruin my day by mentioning George Wickam's name?"

Lizzie turned her face into Will's chest and moaned. She didn't want to talk about it, and Will could sense that, so he started for her. "We were coming home from dinner, and saw the door was broken open, so we went in." He gripped Lizzie tighter. "I don't know how, but somehow, he got his hands on Lizzie." He stopped and looked at Gigi. Lizzie pulled away, and started distracting herself from the story. Cleaning, moving furniture, straightening paintings, she knew that she was still afraid of what might have happened if Will wasn't there. But Will was there, she thought to herself. Will is always there. She smiled a little bit and continued on with her busy work. She cleaned and moved and straightened for almost an hour before she even realized that it wouldn't have taken that long to tell Gigi of last nights events, so she looked at Will, sitting on the other side if the kitchen island, watching her with a little smile on his face.

"How long has she been gone?" She blushed, a little ashamed of not noticing Gigi's departure.

"About half an hour ago." He smiled a little more. "Don't worry, she understands that you don't want to talk about it." He slid off the stool he was sitting on and made his way to Lizzie, wrapping her in his arms. She remembered the first time he had held her like this. In her room of her parents house, after she told him that she was in love with him. She laughed a little to herself and he pulled back, looking at her with one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"I was just remembering the first time you held me like that. How you wouldn't stop rambling about past events and how you wanted my forgiveness and how you felt the same way about me that you did in October."

He smiled at the memory and pulled her back under his chin. "And to shut me up, you kissed me. Quite passionately, I might add." She smiled.

"That was the general idea."

"It worked. Can I ask you a favor?" She nodded so he felt it in his chest. "Can I ask you to accompany me to the Pemberly halloween party? I have never attended, but I hear that it can be quite amusing. There are, however, going to be press agents there, so there will be pictures."

"You've never been to your own company's halloween party?" She pulled back to look at him. He shook his head. "Then I will be honored to be your date. And don't worry, I won't force us to match. When is it?"

"Tomorrow. Do you not want to attend on such short notice?" He almost sounds hopeful...

"You can't back out this year, William Darcy." She pulled away. "I won't let you." She stuck her chin out defiantly and looked up at him. He knew he was going, he knew he didn't have a choice. And Lizzie went to start planning her costume.