A/N I own everything. Including that pot plant in the corner.

Ever since she was a kid, weekends were what Lizzie looked forward to the most. The times when she could catch up with the world. With homework, with friends, with family, it was always two full days where the things she most wanted to do weren't ignored in favour of something else. She had spent hours planning out how she would use those precious few hours in her life to the best advantage, usually ignoring them when something else came along, but they were hers. Those few hours were hers and hers alone to do what she wanted with them.

On Saturday when the alarm didn't wake her up, she felt dread at the weekend. Because in those few hours she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to be with others and she wished that she had something to occupy her mind so that it didn't sway towards the inevitable.

She hadn't seen Darcy since she had walked away from him the day before. Even Gigi had been radio silent, unusual for a girl who spent most of her time plotting and strangely avoiding any work she had to do.

There were perks being a Darcy in the company but she doubted that Gigi would get away with doing nothing and taking a pay check no matter what the profit margin was like.

Profit margins.

Her thesis.

Her independent study that she had wrangled her way into so she didn't have to go to class. It had seemed so many months ago like the perfect opportunity to get business contacts and a taste of the real world and frankly, Lizzie hated the real world.

If she had stayed in school she would nearly be done. Nearly have her masters and none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have gone to Collins and Collins, she wouldn't have taken a position with Pemberley Digital, but most of all, she wouldn't have seen Darcy again.

And that was bittersweet.

The sweetness only so she wouldn't have to know what he might be like if she had reciprocated the other night. And the bitter was everything else in between.

Great, she was becoming that girl. The girl that she hated in school and that Lydia made fun of throughout her own highschool experience.

The girl who obsessed about a guy and then cried when he rejected her for very good reasons. And Lizzie knew that Darcy had very good reasons for why he had rejected her. Starting with her lack of tact when rejecting him in the first place, and ending with broadcasting that tactless rejection to thousands of viewers without any regard whatsoever to what consequences that might have made in his real life.

He was a CEO. Of a business. In her field.

And she had humiliated him.

Fantastic work Bennet. It's amazing how the men weren't lined up around the block for her.

Groaning into her bedspread, she turned over and blinked at the clock which read far too early for her to start drinking or ignoring the day and groaned again.

Sticking her arm out, she began to feel around for the familiar feeling of her phone. Clasping around the cooler metal, she brought it closer to her and blinked a few times as she pushed hair out of her eyes.

Oh good, apparently she hadn't turned it off silent after that meeting and there were ten messages awaiting her.

Even pressing screen to open them up, she wasn't expecting anything from William Darcy. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

And that's exactly what she got.

Where is the film to be edited?

Film? Edit? If I don't get it today than you won't have a video for tomorrow, and your viewers may be sympathetic about your life, but they won't care one iota if you don't give them something.

Are you sick?

Seriously, this is not the time to play games Lizzie, if I haven't heard from you by lunch time than I am heading over there.

The messages all from Charlotte clogged up her inbox, as well as one from Gigi who had invited her out that night and Fitz telling her about his latest horoscope predictions meaning that he should head to Thailand and did she want to come.

She could ignore the latter two, but Charlotte she knew from experience would very much get to her by the end of the day if she didn't make a peep. Another inhuman noise came out of her throat as she found Charlotte's number in the contact list and hit dial.

"Hi, you've reached Charlotte Lu.."

Lizzie hit the button to end the call and swung her legs out of bed. She changed her phone settings to actually make a noise and wake her up if she fell back asleep and headed for the bathroom to try and become human again.

She got two steps into the hallway when the doorbell rang.

Pausing mid stride, she hit panic on her internal settings and glanced around the apartment she was minding.

It couldn't. It wouldn't. Charlotte wouldn't be here by then, Gigi wasn't coming over and Fitz was on his way to Thailand or something like that. She hadn't read his message too quickly.

She paused for half a minute, assuming she must have just misheard and was about to continue her journey to semblance of normalcy when the doorbell rang again. A little more insistent than was probably necessary at this time of the morning. The first thing she would do when she became a millionaire was to invent doorbells that were nice and calming.

A gentle nudge in the direction of the door to suggest that someone was on the other side, and not the alarming panic that she was in pyjamas and the person on the other side of the door was either impatient or going to kill her.

Sighing, she dropped her towel on the bannister and stumbled towards the door to open it.

It wasn't halfway open when dread hit.

"Thailand baby!" Fitz called out. Gigi grinning next to him, and leaning against the car, looking thoroughly uncomfortable was William Darcy. Concentrating on his phone, although she thought she saw him glance up at her once.

"You're not serious." Lizzie asked as she felt the beginning of Cirque de Soleil begin in her stomach. It seemed to be mostly floorwork at the time.

"Of course we're serious Lizzie B. One does not joke about Thailand."

"Or babies. It's an awful joke. You shouldn't pretend to be pregnant." Gigi piped up.

"Unless you're being kidnapped." Fitz added.

"Or abducted, they can't impregnate you twice."

"Or getting better seats on an aeroplane."

"You tried that." Gigi turned to Fitz."And it didn't work."

"I thought I pulled off that gown rather well thank you Gigi D."

"Brandon didn't think so."

"Brandon hadn't developed taste yet." Fitz countered.

"Developed, or merely destroyed his taste?" Gigi tilted her chin up to challenge him.

"Guys!" Lizzie interrupted. "We're not going to Thailand."

"Don't be silly of course we are." Gigi waved off her concerns and took her shoulders to push her backwards through the door.

"I am not leaving the United States." Lizzie nearly stumbled over her jacket from the previous day that had somehow landed next to the couch rather than on a coat hook.

"Why would we leave the United States?" Fitz asked, ignoring the jacket and jumping over the back of the couch to land on it with a grin.

Lizzie looked between the two grinning faces. One that was now very much at home flicking through the basic cable channels, and the other who was perched on the arm chair like she was about to explode if she didn't start talking soon.

"I believe that the confusion they have deliberately caused is regarding a Thai restaurant." A deeper voiced interrupted and Lizzie turned, immediately remembering that she was in her pyjamas, her hair unbrushed and mascara running down her cheeks from where she had slept on it.

William Darcy apparently was unphased by any of this as he picked up the jacket on the ground and began to dust it off.

"We're going to have Thai food?" Lizzie spoke slowly.

"Power Rangers!" Fitz suddenly interrupted.

"Not only are we having Thai food Lizzie Bennet," Gigi explained as she immediately sat on the couch next to Fitz, "But we are going to eat it whilst watching horrible TV on your couch."

"How dare you call Power Rangers horrible TV?" Fitz seemed genuinely affronted by her wording and Lizzie tuned out the rest of their conversation about what made good TV as she was now acutely aware that William Darcy was in her home.

Well, her temporary, belonging to somebody else and she was only minding it home. But her home all the same.

"You will have about an hour before food will be ordered if you wish to-" Darcy spoke, his eyes still on the jacket he held as if he didn't want to look at her.

She didn't blame him. It probably wasn't going to be any less awkward for the person who did the rejection than the rejectee. Lord knows that she had to see him for the first time after, well that day, it was awkward as anything.

"Oh, right, yes." Lizzie managed to answer as she glanced down at what she was wearing.

"I am sorry that we seemed to have inconvenienced you, I did suggest that we contact you before we came, however, Gigi and Fitz seemed rather insistent, and they-" He trailed off and placed her jacket on the hook by the door.

For reasons unknown to Lizzie at the time, or whenever she looked back, she felt compelled to know the rest of the story.

"They?"

Darcy cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed by something as he lifted his eyes to look at Lizzie. "They took my keys to the car and threatened to drive it if I didn't go with them."

Despite the past day and a half, she couldn't help the twitch of her mouth as a smile threatened to take over it. Darcy was afraid of letting somebody else drive his car. He was afraid of letting his sister and best friend drive his car.

"I-" Lizzie tried to hide her smile. "I see. And that would of course be horrible."

"You have yet to see Gigi drive." Darcy commented dryly as Fitz gave a rather enthusiastic pantomime of the power rangers transforming.

"Are they like this outside of the house?" Lizzie asked out aloud to nobody in particular.

"We have had to stop attending up scale restaurants unless they contain a kids menu or we have company." Darcy answered honestly and Lizzie let out a snort of laughter.

It felt strange that after all of this, she was still amused by him. And then the mortification that she was still in pyjamas with bad hair and ruined make up hit her once more and she turned back towards the bathroom.

"Um, I-" Lizzie pointed. "I'll be in that direction. You might want to referee the match between pink and blue."

Fitz was on the pink power ranger's side.

Without waiting for a reply, she headed towards the bathroom and the sanctuary of a locked door under the circumstance. She felt uncomfortable having a shower with others in the house, particularly, certain people in the house. But she could at least make herself look presentable.

"What are you doing?" She asked herself in the mirror quietly as she ran a brush through the mess of red that used to be her hair.

He was Darcy. She had kissed him. He had rejected her much nicer than she had rejected him . And yet he was perfectly comfortable with it all. This wasn't how any of this, any of this at all, was supposed to go.

Her face and hair in some order, she was still struggling with what to wear when Gigi burst into the bedroom unannounced and landed on the bed with enough force to bounce a few times.

"Are we brilliant or are we brilliant?" Gigi asked with a grin.

Lizzie didn't turn around as she asked. "Brilliant with what?"

"Getting you guys together again, just when you thought you wouldn't see him for two whole days, now you get him for the weekend. "

"Wha-" Lizzie tried.

"Oh we're staying the night, we would invite you over to our house, or rather William's house, but it's far too big that it wouldn't feel as cozy and on top of each other as you want to be on top of my brother."

"Gigi!"

"I know, I know, I should find it gross talking about this as he is my brother, but there hasn't really been anybody else, so I never really got grossed out by it." Gigi explained without waiting. "But see, Fitz and I worked out that you can't have more than three rooms here, so one of us will have to share, and who could that be?"

"I have a couch."

"Not big enough."

"It is for me."

"William wouldn't make you do that."

"Gigi-"

"Face it Lizzie Bennet, I have worked out every possible answer to every possible question, and after the other night when you got super weird around each other, it only made sense to make you guys realise that you can be more than just business people together."

"I have to film-"

"We've all been on your videos, your viewers will love it. It'll be like the Lizzie Bennet guest star edition, with three others, your costume theatre would be awesome. OH!" She bounced on the bed a little bit more. "Can we all pretend to be each other, I want to be William, I'm not as good as you or Fitz, but I want to be William."

How had this morning started off with her wanting to wallow in self-pity only to be turned around into her still in pyjamas with her house infested with people. Particularly one person.

"Gigi-"

"Oh don't be like that, and wear that dress." She pointed to the one on the end. "You look good in it, and William will like it on you."'

She hadn't intended to wear anything that would attract unwanted attention.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"Why not?"

"Because he rejected me." Lizzie answered quietly and heard the intake of breath behind her that she assumed was Gigi realising her plan had gone south.

"I did?" A deeper voice interrupted.

Okay my apologies for how late this is, it is purely because I work 60-80 hour weeks so physically finding time to write is hard.

I also lied before.. I don't own a pot plant, I don't know where it came from, it just showed up one day. If you are missing a pot plant, this one is green and could be yours.

(Please note: The disclaimer is a joke, I do not own LBD.. or do I? No.. I do not)