Author's note: My first escapade into P&P, I just decided to write down my idea at the spur of the moment.  Please believe me when I say idea there's a lot more to the story than I'm putting in the prologue, and I hope to continue it.  If you like it, please comment. I know it's rather unoriginal, but I hope it is at least interesting enough. Try to believe me hen I say it gets a lot more complicated than it is at the present, should I continu upon my predetermined path. Anyways, please comment, even if it is with crittism.  And one last comment, it's REALLY late when I'm writing this.  I;m going to use that fact as my excuse at to why the story gets so dark at the end of this chapter.

Prologue: A Las Vegas Wedding

Elizabeth, after waiting, speculating, and fearing for over ten minutes, finally raised enough courage to peek at the other side of the bed.  She immediatly groaned.  It was not empty as she'd wished, and it was not a passed out sister as she'd hoped.  Indeed, the thought that the rather tall body could ever have been mistaken for one of her sisters would have made her laugh in absurdity, if the situation wasn't already absurd enough.

"Apparently," she thought, "I am not pretty enough to dance with, but I am pretty enough to fall into bed with for a night away from home. Great, just great.  The man who owns the company I work for, thinks I'm someone who's easily swayed and that he can take advantage of. Well I guess I'll just have to show him that's DEFINATLY not me!"

And with that thought in mind, she rolled over and promptly pushed Mr.Stick-Up-His-Arse- Darcy (as she and Charlotte had been quick to nickname him the night before) out of the bed, before getting out of it herself and throwing open the windows.  The headache the sunlight produced in her, would be well worth it to see his.

"There," she thought, as she watched him grown and wither like a child on the floor, or a vampire, with a hand across his eyes, "the lack of the sun choosing to leave anytime soon, despite what he may command of it, aught to wake him up.  I shall go down to breakfast, and hopefully by the time breakfast's finished he can be up and gone from my room, never to see again."  She was surprised at the feeling of…what? Regret? For only a second, but quickly pushed it away.  Maybe she would be lucky.  Maybe he'd remember as much about the night before as she did, and would never know he had slept with an employee.

She was half-way dressed already, so it took little more than a minute to finish, and with that she left the room and slammed the door.  She was overcome with a sudden thought that made the ache in her forehead sharp.  She had the most absurd feeling that the chances of Darcy forgetting her, were the same as Jane swearing obsenities at her wedding breakfast.

And then she was struck with a far worse thought, as the elevators doors closed her in.  A thought filled with probability and mixed with a fact she had of yet, refused to acknowledge.  She had once said she'd be a virgin until marriage.  While the fact that she was no longer filled her with no sudden dread- her philosophies and outlook at life had changed somewhat from high school-that still did nothing to change the fact that she had slept with a man for the first time, and he would most likely not even recognize her face.  Was she any better than Lydia then, Lydia to her credit, who had never pretended to be anything other than herself?  Lydia who'd never made such a pledge, or a promise?  Was she such a hypocrite?

She sighed at the glaring lights of the hotel lobby.  Today was likely to be a very long day, indeed.