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"i thought you were chinese" by chasing_givenchy (T)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 1695 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Following Darcy from his receiving that fateful voicemail to when he shows up on Lizzie's birthday, this perfect nugget of a fic has a perfectly-used cast of supporting character, a healthy dose of MSG, and a great character study of this most enigmatic of leading men.
Will is in Chicago trying to persuade a room full of corporate fat cats that Pemberly Digital will be the best damn thing they ever invested in for their own company. He's certain that none of them are the avuncular type who will smile indulgently and give him fatherly advice if he tells them he has a girl whose been driving him spare with distraction. They're more likely to snap off their smiles, snap their briefcases closed, and quietly withdraw their business.
And yet, her name is Lizzie Bennet and she's making it extremely difficult for Will to pimp Pemberley.
They're interrupted by a quiet knock on the glass door. All heads swivel around to stare at the newcomer who dares disturb this meeting. Will merely raises his eyebrows and frowns, puzzled, at his sister.
"Uh, Will— Mr. Darcy? I need you out here for a second. It's — it's an emergency."
Gigi was never the kind of girl who texted him with omg 911 come quick, only to reveal it was a fashion emergency. If nothing else, the whole long-drawn affair with Wickham made her even more conservative and cagey with her words, and knocked everything but good clean sense out of his baby sister. If she says it's an emergency, then it is.
"Excuse me," he murmurs to the company's CFO, and steps out.
"It's okay," he hears Gigi tell the conference room. "I'm his PA. It really is important."
"You need to check your phone," says Gigi when they're alone in the hallway. He stares expectantly at her. She elaborates: "It's a Very Important message."
He rolls his eyes, trusting her nonetheless, and takes out his Blackberry, thumbing open his voicemail box. He ignores the one from Caroline, because he's recognised the one he's been waiting for. Probably his whole life, and definitely since she ran out of Pemberley in a cab with tears in her eyes and her head spinning with thoughts of her sister. The one he thought he would probably never see after that day, except on a computer screen and later at Bing's wedding to her sister.
The voicemail's sister. Clearly. He means the message, not the woman who left it.
"I saw her call you on her latest video," says Gigi carefully, watching him. "I didn't think you'd want to wait to know because of a meeting."
"Thank you," he says, pocketing his Blackberry and walking back to his meeting. He can't afford to hear it. Not now. Not when his concentration is so near to being completely blown. He walks back into the meeting and promptly trips over a chair.
i thought you were chinese
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 1695 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Following Darcy from his receiving that fateful voicemail to when he shows up on Lizzie's birthday, this perfect nugget of a fic has a perfectly-used cast of supporting character, a healthy dose of MSG, and a great character study of this most enigmatic of leading men.
Will is in Chicago trying to persuade a room full of corporate fat cats that Pemberly Digital will be the best damn thing they ever invested in for their own company. He's certain that none of them are the avuncular type who will smile indulgently and give him fatherly advice if he tells them he has a girl whose been driving him spare with distraction. They're more likely to snap off their smiles, snap their briefcases closed, and quietly withdraw their business.
And yet, her name is Lizzie Bennet and she's making it extremely difficult for Will to pimp Pemberley.
They're interrupted by a quiet knock on the glass door. All heads swivel around to stare at the newcomer who dares disturb this meeting. Will merely raises his eyebrows and frowns, puzzled, at his sister.
"Uh, Will— Mr. Darcy? I need you out here for a second. It's — it's an emergency."
Gigi was never the kind of girl who texted him with omg 911 come quick, only to reveal it was a fashion emergency. If nothing else, the whole long-drawn affair with Wickham made her even more conservative and cagey with her words, and knocked everything but good clean sense out of his baby sister. If she says it's an emergency, then it is.
"Excuse me," he murmurs to the company's CFO, and steps out.
"It's okay," he hears Gigi tell the conference room. "I'm his PA. It really is important."
"You need to check your phone," says Gigi when they're alone in the hallway. He stares expectantly at her. She elaborates: "It's a Very Important message."
He rolls his eyes, trusting her nonetheless, and takes out his Blackberry, thumbing open his voicemail box. He ignores the one from Caroline, because he's recognised the one he's been waiting for. Probably his whole life, and definitely since she ran out of Pemberley in a cab with tears in her eyes and her head spinning with thoughts of her sister. The one he thought he would probably never see after that day, except on a computer screen and later at Bing's wedding to her sister.
The voicemail's sister. Clearly. He means the message, not the woman who left it.
"I saw her call you on her latest video," says Gigi carefully, watching him. "I didn't think you'd want to wait to know because of a meeting."
"Thank you," he says, pocketing his Blackberry and walking back to his meeting. He can't afford to hear it. Not now. Not when his concentration is so near to being completely blown. He walks back into the meeting and promptly trips over a chair.
i thought you were chinese