Author's Note: I am new to the world of FanFic so please be kind! This is just some mindless Dizzie fluff while we have to wait for the new episodes of the Lizzie and Lydia's videos. I, of course, do not own any of the characters in either Pride & Prejudice, or Lizzie Bennet Diaries. I am merely a huge fan who has too much spare time on her hands and an overactive imagination. I hope you enjoy this anyway! Feel free to comment and share if you like it. There are more chapters which might come later on! Also, some spelling may be different. We do things differently here in Australia :)

"In Sickness"

Lizzie sat in her office at Pemberley Digital, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She was supposed to have ideas for this afternoon's board meeting all drawn up and ready to contribute, but she had been feeling awful for days and it had been struggle enough to keep her eyes open and even talk. She coughed, and sipped at her lukewarm tea, desperately trying to muster up some energy and motivation to complete her work, however nothing came of it. She sighed, and put her head on her desk, and closed her eyes temporarily. She just had to get through today and she could relax and recover for two days. She was going to see Jane this weekend – her suitcase was in the corner of her office, and every time she laid eyes on it, she felt relief seep through her. Jane would look after her, and she'd be able to come back on Monday full of energy and ready to deal with Darcy, who had been popping up all around the office and catching Lizzie off guard.

She didn't mind running in to him around the office. It was inevitable when working on the same floor as him, but he just always seemed to catch her in less than ideal moments and situations, which often led to awkward and embarrassing conversations with him. Lizzie thought that she should be used to him by now, but every time they spoke something seemed different with him. Each conversation seemed easier - less forced and slightly less awkward. How long that would last for, Lizzie didn't know. But at least she was receiving more than monosyllabic answers from him these days.

"Elizabeth," a voice said from the doorway of her office.

She snapped her head up off the desk and her eyes fell on Darcy, who stood framed in the doorway, holding a large folder of meeting notes.

"Darcy. Hi," she croaked.

It wasn't until she spoke that she realized how horrible she sounded. Evidently, Darcy thought so too. His brows knitted together in concern over his clear blue eyes and he studied her face carefully. Lizzie blushed furiously. She didn't want Darcy to think she'd been slacking off! She only had her eyes closed for a minute, and she wasn't going to let a silly head cold make her appear as being weak in Darcy's eyes. Lizzie straightened up in her chair and pulled her cardigan closer around her body.

"I was just finishing up some things for this afternoons meeting," she continued in a raspy voice. "I'll have them done in about an hour or so. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to get them to you."

"I don't care about that," he replied.

Lizzie remembered the way he had said those words to her on camera, and her heart fluttered a little. Although she remembered these words, she was trying her hardest to forget the way he looked at her the other day when Gigi had trapped Lizzie and her brother in the office. His eyes were softer, he smiled more and had even made an effort to make conversation with her. All of these things had taken Lizzie by surprise, and in a total role reversal it was her who stammered awkwardly, and had replied to questions with short answers. And then she had touched his arm. Voluntarily. She wasn't sure why or what had made her do that, but the look on his face was a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"You seem quite unwell," Darcy continued, bringing Lizzie back into the moment. "You are welcome to sit this meeting out until you feel better."

"No! I'm Ok. I'm fine thanks," she replied quickly. She almost had Darcy convinced too, until a series of coughs escaped her body.

Darcy walked over to her and studied her face again, this time not convinced of Lizzie declaration of health. Lizzie's hair, while usually so neat, hung limply in a half-hearted attempt at a ponytail. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face was far more pale than usual, and she shivered slightly despite the warm temperature in the office.

"Please, Elizabeth, you are not well. We have a nurse down on the ground floor. I'd be grateful if you went to see her. Take the rest of the afternoon off if you need to."

Lizzie smiled gently.

"I appreciate that, thank you. But I'll have plenty of time to rest when I see Jane this weekend," she motioned towards the suitcase in the corner of her office.

"Of course," he said. "Well, if you are determined to sit in on this meeting, I will not argue with you. But please do not feel obliged to attend. I will think no less of you if you decide that you're not up for it."

"Thank you," she replied.

Darcy excused himself and returned to his office. Lizzie still continued to find the sudden personality change that had occurred within Darcy surprising. He was far more polite to her than he ever was before, more loquacious in general and his kindness towards her and the rest of his employees was amazing. Lizzie was suddenly beginning to understand why he was so well thought of within the company. Part of her was disappointed to learn of Darcy's nature now, after saying all those horrible things about him on her videos, while the other part of her was interested in observing the way he interacted with people in his company. Lizzie had no idea what had forced him to suddenly become this new version of Darcy, but she wouldn't deny that she liked this version of him better.

Lizzie took another sip of her tea and forced herself to concentrate on the work in front of her, rather than analyzing Darcy's nature. She just had to last a few more hours before she could curl up on Jane's couch, eat snickerdoodles and watch terrible TV shows. Maybe Jane and Charlotte were right. Maybe Darcy wasn't so terrible after all ...