Okay I know I don't have a good explanation other than I just stopped writing fan fiction. I kinda go through phases, and the last 3 months have just been not fan fiction writey months. I apologise profusely. Uni is almost finished so I should have more time. Don't forget to tell me what you think!


Darcy reread the note. We need to talk, Lizzie Talk? Talk about what? He didn't think it was that much of a fight! Gone to visit Family family? Wasn't he part of her family now? Was something wrong? Had she finally decided that she couldn't stand him? Was going to visit family and We need to talk an indication that she was gone for good? It was passed midnight, but he knew that she should have just arrived if she had left a few minutes before he came back. He called her, merely to check that she was live and… not dead.

Ring, Ring

Ring, Ring

Ring, Ring

Ring, Ring

Ring ri-'hello? Darcy?'

'Lizzie! I just wanted to make sure that you got home safely.'

'I did'

There was silence over the phone.

'Did you want to talk now?'

'Can we just talk about this when I come back? I don't want to do it tonight okay?'

'okay, I'll talk to you later'

'I'll call before I leave'

'I love you'

'bye'

click

His phone beeped again, another call.

'William Darcy you had better tell me what you did to my sister right now or I swear I will follow her home and rip your spine out through your eyes!'

'Lydia, Lizzie and I are going to work it out, and don't worry, if I hurt her I will personally rip my own spine out through my eyes, so you don't have to worry about that.'

'Right… well… I'd better not hear her crying, because if I do… look out!'

click

Well, two equally horrifying phone calls in one night, all he needed now is a call from Gigi-touch wood.

The next morning Darcy awoke, staring at the cold spot in him bed. He didn't know what to do. He could possibly drive to Lizzie's house in an attempt to explain. But he didn't feel right about it. So he left it. Lizzie would come back when she was ready.

It was 3 months and still Lizzie hadn't come home. They talked on the phone sometimes. It took a while, but they ended up talking like they used to.

'Darcy?' Lizzie asked one evening.

'Yes Lizzie?' he replied.

'Can I come home?'

'Of course!'