No! Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! He thought as he some how stumbled out of his car at Collins and Collins. With his internal war raging he blindly made his way up the stairs to the second floor. No! Yes! No! Yes! He had already decided he would. Was there any other reason he had gone to Collins and Collins? No! Yes! No! He stopped outside her door.

Oh God he didn't know what he would say. What would he say?

William Freaking Darcy didn't know what to say. He called Fitz. Probably not a good idea since Fitz was probably one of the big shippers in the non-existent Darcy/Lizzie relationship.

He knocked on the door and entered. Oh God was that a camera. Rewind, rewind, rewind, rewind. Back Back Back Back.

He couldn't do this. He felt like he was going to throw up. All the words that Fitz had put into his head were left at the door. He was screwed, He was –cked.

Be a man and do it!

He did it.

He told her.

And she did, exactly what he expected her to do. Rejected him so hard he had to pick his gut from the floor. He had to get out of there before he puked. Holding it down, he waited until she finished, something about videos… he stored that for later.

He finally left and vomited into the closest trash can, his breakfast of bacon and eggs.

He left that day for home. Hopefully to never see her again.