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Darcy was awakened by the alarm on his phone. It was 7am on a Tuesday morning and he did not want to get up. He was usually an early riser, but under the current circumstances, it's understandable why he wouldn't want to start the day.

"Should I call in sick?... I've never done that before but I really don't want to leave Lizzie's side…", he thought as he looked over at Lizzie.

She was just starting to rouse, also having been woken by the alarm on Darcy's phone. She stretched and then turned to look at him cautiously.

"Good morning, Darcy…", she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure if last night had been a result of sexual depravity and alcohol mixed together or if he actually wanted it to happen. Darcy internally cringed when he heard her call him by his last name.

"Good morning, Lizzie. I –uh- kind of would prefer you not call me 'Darcy' anymore. I mean, after last night, I feel we're intimate enough to be on a first name basis…", he suggested.

"Okay, so you want me call you William?", asked Lizzie confused. "It's really not that strange of a request. People are usually called by their first names. But it just feels weird with Darc- I mean William."

Darcy replied, "Yes. You could call me whatever you like, but I like my first name because it's so much more familiar."

"Okay, William. But no one calls you that except for family…"

"And now you.", he said as he got up to go to the bathroom and to get dressed, picking up his clothes from the floor along the way.

Lizzie giggled as he walked away because he wasn't wearing anything and she caught herself staring at his ass.

She yawned and then wondered what time it was. "It must be early because I feel like I haven't slept at all. Or maybe that's just due to the exercise…", she thought playfully.

She wasn't wearing a watch, but she did have her brand new phone lying on the bedside table. She picked it up and turned on the screen: 7:08am. "Ughh! I don't want to go to work today!", she thought before she swiped the lock screen.

"Whoa! 19 missed calls? From who?!", she said aloud as she was surprised. The missed calls were 10 from Charlotte's cell, 6 from Jane's cell, and 3 from the house phone.

She also saw she had a bunch of text messages like:

Lizzie! Where are you? Call me! –Char

Lizzie I really need you to call me! It's urgent. – Jane

ELIZABETH BENNET! ANSWER YOUR FREAKING PHONE! FAMILY CRISIS! –Char

Lizzie was alarmed by the number of times she'd been contacted and then she got really scared. "Oh my God... Something happened to somebody! Someone is dead! Someone is in the hospital… Wait, don't get ahead of yourself. You don't know what's going on…" she thought as she called Charlotte's cell.

"Finally! Lizzie where have you been?! Never mind that. I'm sorry to say I've got some bad news concerning Lydia-"

"What happened to Lydia? Is she okay? Did she have an accident or something… Please tell me she wasn't driving drunk-"

"No, Lizzie! Lydia's physically fine! But personally I think she's gone crazy. She's been dating Wickham and-"

"WICKHAM?! As in George Wickham, the asshole-scumbag-sleazeball?!"

"Yes. Your ex! She's been dating him and I received a bunch of messages on YouTube asking me if the website was legit-"

"What website? What are you talking about?"

"Lizzie! Stop interrupting! I sent you the link in an email titled 'Lizzie please open this ASAP'. Have you not checked your email either? What the hell have you been up to?!"

Lizzie blushed and cleared her throat, "I…"

"Look it doesn't matter. Check your email and look at the website. Wickham and Lydia made a sex tape and somebody is selling it online!"

"Wait, WHAT? LYDIA AND WICKHAM AND A SEXTAPE?", cried Lizzie in disbelief.

"Mmhmm! Look, I've gotta go, Lizzie. I've got an early meeting with Mr. Collins and Mrs. DeBourgh. But please check your email! Oh- I've taken the liberty of telling Jane since you didn't pick up your phone. I think she's coming home soon... Bye, Lizzie. I'm so sorry…"

Darcy overheard the commotion from the laundry room when he was retrieving his shirts, and returned to Lizzie's bedroom.

"Hey, Lizzie, is everything alright?", he asked with concern evident in his voice.

Lizzie was sitting up in bed and her eyes, which were glued to her phone, began tearing up. Darcy walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, asking, "Lizzie? What's wrong?".

His touch still made Lizzie tingle, so she shrugged his hand off of her shoulder before answering, "Everything is wrong! And it's all my fault!"

"What are you talking about? Surely, you're mistaken.", he said trying to soothe her.

She shoved her phone into his hand and said, "How can you tell me that's not my fault?! I could have prevented this! I knew how terrible he was and now look! I've gotta go home! I've got to find some way to fix this."

Darcy looked at the phone and saw a picture of George and Lydia in bed together. There was a countdown to the release date of the video.

"Damn it, George! Why do you keep doing this? First my younger sister and now the love of my life's younger sister.", he thought, shaking his head. He shifted into robot-mode and was already trying to brainstorm ways he could have the website taken down and the video release stopped.

Lizzie was frantically looking for clean underwear and clothes to put on. After she was semi-dressed, she started saying, "I gotta go. How am I gonna get home? I have to buy a plane ticket. No, no, no this can't be happening to my family! I could've warned her about him but noooo I had to be petty and continue our stupid fight."

Darcy walked over to Lizzie and held her forcefully on the shoulders so she'd calm down. She shrugged his hands off of her again. He didn't understand, but he took the hint that she didn't wanna be touched.

"Lizzie, stop it! First of all, you aren't going to go anywhere without a shirt. Second of all, this isn't your fault. You cannot blame yourself for George's actions. Lastly, I'm going to take care of your flight. Just get ready.", he declared and started punching numbers on his phone's dial pad.

"No way, Dar- I mean William. I can't let you do that, it's-"

"I insist… it's the least I could do.", he replied distractedly before leaving the room and arranging Lizzie's flight and transportation.

"Ouch.", was all Lizzie could think after he said that. "It's the least he could do."

You see, Lizzie misinterpreted his statement. She still wasn't sure about their status and they hadn't had a chance to talk about last night and the last couple of weeks, so when he said "It's the least I can do.", she thought he was referring to their time together.

The fact that her family was now associated with the likes of Wickham, a man who caused a big rift in the Darcy family, made Lizzie think he would want nothing to do with her, and that this grand gesture was a goodbye of sorts.

Little did Lizzie know, he meant that it was the least he could do because he felt he was the one at fault. He was the cause of Lizzie's anguish because he hadn't properly dealt with Wickham the last time. "Not a mistake I shall allow myself to commit twice.", he resolved as he made some calls to find out as much as he could about Wickham's whereabouts.

Lizzie finished getting ready and felt depressed. She felt guilty about Lydia and about the fact that while she was having out-of-this-world sex with Darcy, her baby sister's reputation was slowly deteriorating on the internet.

"Lizzie, there's a car waiting for you outside. It will drop you off at the airport. I've ordered for the head of the flight-booking department to meet you outside and personally escort you to your seat. The plane leaves soon, however, but I can make them wait if you feel you need more time.", Darcy said as he poked his head back into Lizzie's room.

"No, I'm ready. I've got all the important stuff."

"Alright, well then let me walk you to the car. I'll be headed off to- work. If you leave the key with me, I can have Gigi come over and pack your things so we can send them to your house.", he informed her. He almost let it slip that he was going to search for Wickham. But no, he didn't want her to know. He didn't want her gratitude.

"Of course, of course. Here.", she said pulling the key out of her purse.

Darcy walked Lizzie to the car and before she got in, she said, "Thank you, Darcy.", and gave him a hug goodbye. She purposefully called him by his last name. There was no point in allowing herself the exclusivity of his first name if she was never going to see him like that again.

That made Darcy really sad. Less than an hour ago, she'd been happily calling him William and they were making progress. But now, she was back to calling him Darcy and she was going back home. "There is no hope for us now…", he thought pessimistically as he took in Lizzie's scent for the last time.

She still smelled like him a little, and he couldn't help but smile at the memory. "A memory. That's all last night will ever be… just a memory, albeit a very pleasurable one."

When Darcy arrived at home, Gigi was just about to leave for the office. However, before she could ask about his whereabouts, he told her about Lydia and Wickham. "I have a favor to ask of you, Gigi. Can you please go to where Lizzie was staying and pack up her stuff? She's already left for the airport."

"Okay, no problem William. Anything to help out… But-"

"Not now, Gigi. Just please go do this for me- for Lizzie."

On the way to the airport, Lizzie texted Charlotte that she was on her way home and then she called Jane.

"Lizzie!"

"Janie, I'm so sorry! It's that I got a new phone and then I left it at home and ugh, just lots of little things. But I'm on my way home! Char said you might be, too?"

"Yes. I'm coming home tonight. Oh, Lizzie! Our baby sister…", she choked up. Lizzie couldn't see her but she knew that Jane was beginning to shed tears.

"I know!", Lizzie replied, also beginning to cry.

They spoke all the way until Lizzie arrived at the airport, where was greeted by the head of the flight-booking department and escorted to her seat on the plane, as promised. When she arrived back in her town, she was surprised to see a man holding a name-card that said 'Ms. Elizabeth Bennet'. "I guess this was Darcy's doing. I was just gonna take a cab home but… wow. Thanks, Darcy.", she thought longingly. He had been so nice to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet were pleasantly surprised when Lizzie arrived. When asked why she was back, she said she really missed everyone and needed to see them. She also mentioned her independent study was mostly complete and that she could work on the rest at home. "Which reminds me, I've got to let Dr. Gardiner know…"

Lizzie eagerly awaited Lydia, but she didn't arrive until way after Jane had come home. The Bennets were even more surprised because now both daughters had returned. Mrs. Bennet was fussing because they hadn't let her know ahead of time.

"If I'd have known y'all were comin' back, I'd have fixed your rooms a little. Why, I turned Lizzie's room into my meditation room and I turned Jane's room into my sewing center. I just assumed you two would find lovely boys to move in with. Well you did, Jane! How's Bing?! Why didn't he come with you?"

"Mom, Bing is fine. He's in school and can't just follow me around everywhere. Besides, I didn't live with him in L.A. I had my own apartment.", replied Jane calmly.

"Oh! I just thought that when y'all got back together y'all had moved in together. You know, you two could use a lesson or two from your youngest sister. Lydia knows best! You two should be ashamed. She's been datin' that nice young swimmer man for a while now and sometimes, she doesn't come home! Ha ha! Now don't tell your father. Well, anyway, you two are going to have to share Lizzie's room because I've grown quite fond of havin' my own space. Hmm."

Lizzie and Jane decided to let their father know what was going on. From the conversation they'd just had with their mother, they knew it would not be wise to tell her. They spoke to him after dinner and it was the first time they'd seen their father shed a tear in a long time.

At first he was livid, but then that slowly faded into a deep sadness. He felt sorry for his daughter; sorry his family's name; and sorry that he had been oblivious to this man's intentions. When Lizzie told him Wickham was her ex, Mr. Bennet said, "I knew he looked familiar! But you were right, Lizzie. I should've taken more interest in my girls' boyfriends. The fact that he would date his ex-girlfriend's little sister is a red flag…"

They had a really long conversation and Lizzie showed him some of the videos. He knew everything now. Well, only everything everyone else knew; because no one knew about her and Darcy's night together…

…except Gigi. When Gigi arrived at Lizzie's place, she saw empty bottles of wine in the living room, and she found an expensive looking sock near the foot of the bed, which looked kind of like the ones her older brother wears.

"I see…", Gigi said as she began packing up Lizzie's stuff. Gigi wasn't stupid; she put two and two together and came to the conclusion that "Darcy spent the night with Lizzie". She smirked to herself and thought, "At least something good happened lately…"

Lizzie went in the den to film a video. She needed something to do while she waited for Lydia to show up. She updated the viewers with what was going on with the website, and pleaded them not to give the website any attention.

When Lydia arrived, she was on the phone. "Hey, call me back. I know you're busy but I miss you. It's been days since we last spoke and since we… well, you know. Call me soon,'kay? Love you."

"Hey, Lydia!", Lizzie said trying to get her attention before she went up the stairs.

"Oh, you're back. Grreaatt.", Lydia replied sarcastically.

This made Lizzie angry and she released everything she feared for her sister.

"Are you crazy, Lydia?! How could you do something like this? This type of thing can follow you around forever. You might not be able to get a decent job because of this!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Wickham!"

"He said you'd be jealous of us! I don't care!"

She got up to walk away but Lizzie pulled her back down and handed her the phone.

"What's this?", Lydia said when she saw the picture of her and George in bed on the website.

"She had no idea…", Lizzie thought disgustedly after Lydia ran up to her bedroom crying. It's not that Lizzie thought that Lydia would normally do something like this, it's just that she had underestimated Wickham. She didn't know he could be so cruel. That was why she assumed Lydia was in on it. But now she felt even more guilt-ridden after accusing her sister of being a part of it.

"Better let Jane and Dad know…", she said sadly as she left the den in search of her father.

Lizzie's finally home! So hmm, how will Lizzie's pregnancy fit in with this scandal? Stay tuned to find out.

I think Lizzie may find out she's prego next chapter or the chapter after next at the latest. And don't worry, I'm not planning on keeping Darcy and Lizzie separated for too long. ;)

How do you guys think everyone's going to react? I can't wait to write Mrs. Bennet's reaction LOL and Catherine DeBourgh's! ^.^

Also, if your guys are interested, I made some LBD-inspired sims! The link is on my profile if you want to check them out!