(A/N: OK so I've been wanting to do this for a while and am really excited to get into it. I know the title isn't brilliant, but I'm working on it.

Expect to see a lot of Lizzy/Darcy clashes throughout the fic as well as cute/awkward moments :) Pride and Prejudice is my favourite book (apart from Harry Potter, but it seems weird to see the two next to each other!) and I absolutely adore it, so go easy on me. I've already wrote one other P&P fic, but it was a crossover with other Jane Austen books and it was just a one shot: Jane Austen at Pemberly. (Shameless advertising, I know!)

Please review with any comments :) )

Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice, or any of the characters in it, Jane Austen does.

Chapter 1-Clash

Ah, the bliss of sleep, heavenly peace... I snuggled into my duvet, so it was wrapped around my whole body like a cocoon.

"Oy Kitty! I told you! He's mine, hands off!"

Or not. The shrill sound of my dearest sister Lydia's voice echoed off the walls, like a siren. Bloody bugger. I nestled further down under the covers, putting my head under.

"OMG how can you say that? I saw him first! I pointed him out! You always steal my things!"

Good morning Kitty. Urgh. I heard someone moving around in the room, as I put my head underneath my pillow, banging my head off the mattress.

"Lizzy?" a soft voice interrupted my masochism. Jane. There was a welcome voice.

Didn't mean I was going to answer though. I stopped frozen, breathing heavily, as if I were in deep sleep.

"Lizzy," Jane chided, laughing. I felt the bed dip slightly, as she came and sat down on, "I know you're awake. And I'm just going to warn you that mum isn't in a good mood."

Aw Jane, how innocent you are, mum isn't in a good mood, period. I moaned and turned over.

"Lizzy," she warned, in a mocking voice. Uh oh. I knew that voice. Her hands descended on my sides in a second, tickling the life out of me.

"Oh God Jane no! I'm up!" I shot out of bed like a rocket, shielding myself, with my arms.

Jane laughed, "You can't pretend with me Lizzy. By the way, I would get yourself down there quickly, mum's about to have an aneurysm."

I groaned and flopped back down onto the bed, "No Jane! No! She is the most idiotic woman I have met in my entire existence!"

Jane just laughed and wandered out of the room. Thanks a bunch, pal. Half sleep walking, hair like a rat's nest and probably looking like a zombie, I got up and stomped out of the room, only to walk into a fully fledged war zone.

"You were always jealous of me! Remember that bag I got last month? I wonder how that mysteriously disappeared," Lydia chased a sobbing Kitty down the stairs.

Ugh, some things never change. I rubbed my eyes, yawning and walked sluggishly down the stairs.

I was greeted by the friendly face of my father, "Morning Liz-bear," he smiled in amusement. Oh God, what has Mum done now?

"Morning dad. What's the latest cause for uproar?"

He laughed, "Well, it appears Lydia is going out with someone whom Kitty believes she's already staked a claim on, apparently 'Stacey,' completely agrees, but 'Stacey doesn't know shit' and Lydia is angry on the grounds that Kitty stole her bag...but Mrs Bennett declares he was indeed Lydia's all along and she herself, is rather excited for an upcoming benefit your law firm is having-which I believe you and Jane are attending- and is on her way to see Lorraine Lucas, to brag all about it," he said drily pausing for breath, "Oh, and Mariah Lucas has the latest Blackberry, which has a quicker connection to Facebook. But apart from that, nothing at all."

Lizzy smirked, "Just the usual then," before wandering into the kitchen.

"Oooh Jane," her mother was in raptures towards Jane, "Which dress shall you wear? The pink one with the ruffles? No? No I didn't think so either...Oooh!The pale blue silk one! With with the matching shoes? Ooooh!" she jumped up clapping her hands together.

Mad woman.

Jane looked rather awkward and uncomfortable, "Well, I'll see," she said politely.

Dearest Jane, that's what you get for being Mummy's favourite. I went to sit down at my normal seat and get the cornflakes, but Lydia had them.

"Lydia, give me the cornflakes," I said impatiently.

She ignored me and carried on fighting with Kitty over the table, "That is unreal and you know it! Technically, he looked at me first, which means he checked me out first!"

Oh dear God and so it starts. Dad just sat down at the head of the table and hid behind his newspaper and mum was too busy bumbling around the kitchen to care.
"But Stacey said that he was winking at me!" Kitty whined.

"Stacey doesn't know shit! I saw him first, so he's mine!" Lydia screamed.

"Lydia give me the Cornflakes!" I demanded, trying to snatch them off her, but she pulled them back.

Jane came and sat beside me, offering me a comforting smile. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, with soft curls, framing her face. Her baby blue eyes looked at me warmly, as she squeezed my hand. Ah, Jane always was the beauty of the family.

I squeezed her hand back and smiled.

"Jesus Christ Kitty get over it there's plenty of fish in the sea!" Lydia screamed, her face pink with fury.

"No! I wanted Ethan! And you stole him from me! Mum tell her!" Kitty looked towards my my mother, but she wasn't paying attention, she was on the phone with Lorraine Lucas, going on about the benefit.

"See! Nobody cares, so shut your face!" Lydia exclaimed smugly.

"You, you,you evil...cow!" Kitty cried.

"How dare yo-"

"That is enough!" I finally stood up, my chair scraping behind me. What can I say, they make me insane, "I have had it up to here with your constant moaning! Nobody gives a damn about bloody Ethan, for God's sake, Lydia stop screaming and Kitty stop crying, it's only eight o'clock in the fucking morning, so shut the hell up!" and with that, I snatched the cornflakes out of a stunned Lydia's hands, sat down and poured them.

No body moved, even dad had lowered his paper, so I just started to whistle, pouring some milk in my cereal.

"Elizabeth Bennett! Stop that disgraceful language! I will not stand for it!" Mum screeched. But then she went back to her conversation with Lorraine and people gradually started to talk again.

I could have sworn dad gave me a wink before he started to read his paper again.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," I sighed, eating my cornflakes.

Jane laughed, "Yes, quite a little show you put on little sister."

"Why thank you Janie," I took a mock bow, "One tries one's best."

"We're off out," Lydia announced and my mouth opened in amazement as the two girls who had been fighting two seconds ago, got up and started talking about Mariah Lucas' new blackberry.

Jane closed my mouth and laughed at my expression, "They are peculiar aren't they."

"Without a doubt," I replied, "And eww, are they going out like that?" I crinkled my nose as I saw what they were wearing. They were both wearing the shortest skirts I'd ever seen, with low cut strappy tops and obscene makeup.

"I know," Jane shook her head, "They'll learn."

"Oh Lydia my dear!" mum called, running off after them, "Will you be at at the Lucas' this afternoon?"

I swear my mother is the biggest idiot. She is the most ostentatious, loud, bumbling fool, and the most embarrassing mother.

"Father," Mary finally spoke up from the bottom of the table. Jeez, I swear you don't even notice her until she speaks, she almost gave me a heart palpitation there.

She put down her book-something or other about flies-and pushed her glasses onto her nose, "May me and Cynthia go down to Plessey Woods this afternoon, I've heard there's some amazing Fruit Flies down there," she asked solemnly.

Yup, all of the women in this family are mad. Like maaaaaaad. Well, apart from me and Jane. No, on second thoughts, just Jane.

"You may. Just be back by seven," dad replied, without lowering his paper.

After she left the room, he said drily, "I wouldn't be surprised if I lived with three of the silliest girls in England," and then turned the page.

I tried to smother my laughter, but really, he had a point. He smirked at me from behind his paper.

"Hey Lizzy, I need to go out and get a few things in Meryton, aren't you supposed to be meeting Charlotte in like fifteen minutes?"

I looked down at my fluffy dressing gown and my tangled hair, "So I am. Shit. It's going to take me ages to get into London!"

"I'm sure Charlotte will understand," Jane smiled warmly.

"Like hell she will," I replied.

…...

I strode down the street as quickly as I could, my messenger bag slung over my shoulder and the wind blowing wisps of hair out of my rushed bun into my face.

"God's sake," I cursed, I was so bloody late. I was beyond late. Charlotte was going to castrate me when I finally got there.

The buzz of conversation and traffic could be heard as I got off the tube and emerged onto Oxford street. Swarms of people came in and out of the shops, as I made my way through the crowds.

I kept my face down as I scrolled frantically down my phone for Charlotte's number. Shit, I am so late. She's probably going to call the godfather and I'll wake up tomorrow with my prize horse's head in my bed. Well, except that I don't have a prize horse. Or any horse. Maybe my dog...No not Brinkley! Yeah, I know I loved the dog off You've Got Mail.

In order to save the life of my dearest Brinkley, I fished around in my bag, frantically looking for my iPhone. When I finally found it I dialled Charlotte's mobile.

"Damn," I muttered as it went straight to voice mail, "Charlotte, this is me, Lizzy. Don't kill me, but I'm running kind of late. The house was hectic; you know the usual, Mum and her nerves and the twins permanently whining like someone's pissed in their cereal. Anyway, I'll see you in abou-" I was suddenly cut off mid sentence, when I bumped into a solid wall. The impact of the hard form, sent me sprawling to the cold pavement, arms and legs flailing. My messenger bag slipped off my shoulder and all of my paperwork and books fell out.

"Shit," I cursed, dusting myself off and grabbing all of my books and papers that had fallen on the floor. I heard muffled cursing from in front of me and I looked up to see a tall, well built man in a formal suit. When I say man, he looked about twenty, twenty one. He was balancing a briefcase and a coffee in one hand with his head bent down whilst he tried to wipe off wet coffee off his shirt. I must have bumped into him. Just my luck, he was good looking too. Like hot. He had short charcoal black hair, that had a few curls in it and he had a tanned complexion. He was the tall, dark and handsome sort. My type. And I'd just spilt his coffee on him. Yay!

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, advancing towards him, trying to dab his suit jacket.

But instead, he just stepped away from me like I had the plague and his face snapped up to look at mine.

For a moment I just froze still. I tried to get myself to break out of my trance but I had not the faintest bit of control over my body. No co-ordination. He had the most piercing dark blue eyes I had seen. What startled me most was the look of thunder on his face as his eyebrows knitted together and he glared up at me. Oh God. It was like a movie moment, there would be music from jaws coming one right now... Duh, da, duh, da

"Well perhaps if you'd been looking where you were going you wouldn't be so sorry! Christ sake, you've got eyes, so use them!" he yelled.

My jaw dropped at his audacity to yell at me, when it was just as much himself as well as me. Tosser. I take back all I said about him. He wasn't handsome. He wasn't well built. He didn't have the most amazing eyes...At all. No. Well maybe a little bit. Just an incy wincy litt- oh who am I kidding, he's bloody gorgeous!

"Well don't just stand there! You aren't deaf as well as blind are you? Step aside!" he yelled again.

At this point, I'd sufficiently recovered from my state of shock and my face morphed into an angry one. I'll show him, bloody prat. Just who the hell did he think he was?

"Oh and this was all of my fault? Of course! Forgive me your liege, I bow down before your wisdom! Maybe if you'd been a little more on the ball yourself, we wouldn't be in this situation! So why don't you step aside you arrogant prick!" and with that finally scathing remark, I am pleased to say I grabbed my bag and stormed off.

Man, I love dramatic departures, that would teach that arse hole to speak to me like that! Prick. I'd only walked a few paces when I opened my bag to get my papers out of my bag, before I remembered they'd fallen on the floor before. Well, shit. Now I was going to have to go back. Time to face the music.

I turned reluctantly on my heel, a scowl on my face and marched back over to the scene of the crime where Mr. Arse-Faced-Yet-Annoyingly-Fit-Guy was standing, with his iPhone.

He looked up in surprise when he saw me.

I glared at him and sniffed, "Forgot my papers."

I quickly bent down and gathered them back up again. When I looked up again, Mr. Arse-Faced-Yet-Annoyingly-Fit-Guy was smirking smugly. Boy how I wanted to punch that smug smile off his face.

"Well, that was quick," he smirked.

"You know what else is quick?" I asked sarcastically, "My right hook. So if I were you, I would crawl back into your hole of shittiness and wallow in your self pity, that you had the misfortune of some girl bump into you!" I quipped.

He looked at me stunned and his blue eyes locked with mine, temporarily mesmorizing me. Damn his hotness. I desperately wanted to leave because I knew Charlotte was going to shit kick me if I didn't get there soon, but he was standing in the goddamn way, gawking like a fish out of water.

"Are you deaf as well as blind? Step aside!" I threw his words back at him in fury, before pushing past him and storming away from him.

I held my head up with dignity. Well done Liz-bear, you just successfully reduced his intellect and ego to 0%. Suddenly, my mobile vibrated in my pocket and the sounds of "Barbie Girl," pierced through my senses. Damn, I keep meaning to change that ringtone, Lydia set it up when I wasn't looking and I kept forgetting to change it. I looked at the caller ID. Charlotte.

"Hey Charlotte," I answered breezily, preparing myself for the onslaught I knew was coming my way.

"Lizzy where the fuck are you?" Charlotte growled, "I've been sitting by myself in Starbucks for fifteen minutes, looking like a right tit! I look like I've been stood up for a date or something and there's these girls sitting in the corner judging me. JUDGEING ME Lizzie, do you hear me? So if you don't get your puny arse down here in the next thirty seconds-"

"Wait-Char I'm jus-"

"Thirty seconds! Other whilst I'll punch you so hard, you won't know left from right," and with that, the evil cow hung up on me.

Ten minutes later-not thirty seconds- I approached Regents Street and found my way into Starbucks, pushing the glass door open and searching for a mousy brown head.

"Lizzy!" a bright voice chirped from, the corner of the room.

I looked to see Charlotte waving from the corner, a mad smile on her face. Wow, that girl has freaking bipolar, or schizophrenia, or whatever.

"Charlotte," I greeted her in a daze, as she came over and grabbed me in a huge hug.

"Oh Lizzy, I feel, like I haven't seen you in ages," she squeaked. OK, this is so unlike her. Where was the mad cow that was screaming down the phone at me a second ago?

Definitely bipolar. Aargh, argh, she's squeezing the life out of me.

"Char-Char-you're -I-I'm-choking-" I managed to gasp out.

"Ooh, sorry!" she said, pulling back and sitting down.

I sat down warily, "Char..."

"Yup," she sipped her coffee.

"Um-nothing," I looked down. Dear God, well that's Charlotte for you. Like a bat out of hell one moment and sweetness itself the next.

"So what was up with you before?" she asked.

"Huh? When?" I asked, taking a mouthful from her coffee.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, grabbing her coffee, "My coffee! Get your own Liz-bear!"

Aww, sorry Char, you'll get over it.

"When you came in," Charlotte took a mouthful of her coffee, "You looked like you'd seen your mother and Caroline Bingley in one person."

Now that is a scary thought. It would probably be a bumbling buffoon with a stick up it's arse. Ah, but where was I? Mr. Arse-Faced-Yet-Annoyingly-Fit-Guy. How he fills my heart with rage. Presumptuous bigot, "I'd spent ages filing the case notes and getting everything prepared and I was walking down Regent Street to meet you and I bumped into someone and my papers went everywhere. I apologized and when I looked up this guy starts yelling at me asking me if I'm blind. I was so stunned I didn't even say anything, and he was just like, are you deaf as well as blind? Step aside!"

"No way!" Charlotte's jaw dropped.

"Yes way!" I retorted indignantly.

"What did you say?"

"I stormed off. Not without giving him a piece of my mind though. Of course with my luck, I'd forgotten the papers that had fallen out of my bag and I had to go back and he was acting all smug. So I just lost it," I finished off, grabbing Charlotte's coffee. Blahhh, black coffee, who drinks that stuff? Luckily, she was too engrossed in the story to notice.

"Was he fit?" was the next thing she asked.

What? "What the hell? You're supposed to be defending my honour, not trying to mentally check him out!" I responded. Seriously, what is with this girl?

"Was he fit?" she asked again, her face completely deadpan.

Oh God, I was actually going to have to answer that wasn't I. I grimaced. I didn't like to admit it... "He was...alright."

"Oh my God he was gorgeous wasn't he!" she was practically jumping up and down in her chair.

"No Char-"

"I knew that's why you got so angry about it! You were just disappointed because he was hot!" she exclaimed.

"Well..." I trailed off, before deciding to cut to the chase, "Yeah he was hot." I conceded the point to her and took a mouthful of her coffee as payback.

"Hey! My coffee!" she frowned.

"Meh," I shrugged.

"So," Charlotte said after a while, "Last day before work."

"Oh God yeah," I moaned, putting my head into my hands, "And face the wrath of Miss Caroline Bitc-I mean Bingley."

Charlotte giggled.

I excused myself to go and get myself some coffee, a girl could only have so much black coffee. I'd been trying to put work to the back of my mind and have a quiet weekend, but of course Caroline sent me home a few new case files. Don't get me wrong, I love law and I still want to pursue it, but man, I don't think I can stand another day at Darcy International. I mean, the people are great, really nice, I love my boss Charlie, (ew not like that) but Caroline Bingley is a class A pill. Always walking on by with her snooty looks and bordering on slutty shirts, wearing enough make up to scare a hooker. Thank goodness it's only temporary. I study law at Oxford University of Austen and I've finished one term already, but I'm gaining experience at Darcy Corp until then.

"I'll just have a regular latte please," I said to the man as he came to the till. I paid him the money quickly, growing irritable without coffee. Everyone knows that I practically run on caffeine.

I fiddled around with my purse whilst I waited. Only a couple of weeks until next term of uni. I couldn't wait to see Emma and Anne. Me and Jane have been staying in contact with them and apparently Em's got this huge announcement to make. Mind you, knowing Emma, it's probably the newest Versace handbag's just come out. Yep, she's spoilt but we love her dearly.

"There you go Miss," the man came back, setting my perfect, caffeine induced coffee onto the counter.

Um, Miss? OK then, "Thanks," I said, practically grabbing it as soon as it hit the counter, almost spilling it in the process. The man just looked at me and raised is eyebrows at my eagerness. What, I love coffee, so sue me. Needless to say, if looks could kill, he'd be as dead as Sirius Black right now.

I walked back up to the table with my coffee and sat back down.

"I can't believe you and Jane are leaving in a few weeks! I'll be so lonely!" she did a puppy dog face, but kind of looked like she was constipated instead. I decided not to mention this.

"I know, I'll miss you to Char, but we can still e-mail each other," I responded, taking a sip of my coffee. Ahhh, oh my God, that is good.

I saw Charlotte waving her hand in front of my face saying, "Hello, Lizzy."

I broke out of my haze, "What?"

"You looked like you were in la la land," she replied with a laugh, "Oh no wait," she put her hands up, "It's your first coffee of the day isn't it!"

"What can I say Lucas, guilty as charged," I replied, smirking.

"It's funny how you get all doe-eyed over coffee," she teased.

I scowled, making her laugh.

…...

At about three o'clock, I got back home, towing a load of shopping bags with me. Yep, Charlotte had gone all out. Well, no OK, I had gone all out. Charlotte kept dragging me into the shops and I ended up buying two dresses and a new pair of black patent heels, about five inches high. Sheesh, when I was going to wear them , I have no idea, but Charlotte insisted that they looked great.

"Lizzie!" Jane exclaimed, as she came into the hallway, "You look like you've had fun," she teased.

"Don't even ask," I pouted, "I don't mind shopping like most other women, but Charlotte..." I trailed off shaking my head.

Jane laughed, "Here, give me a bag and I'll help you carry them upstairs."

I smiled gratefully and handed her a bag and together we both lugged them upstairs.

We collapsed back on my bed, once we dumped them in the corner of my room and laid back in companionable silence.

However all serenity was lost by the shrill cry of Fanny Bennett. She stepped through the door, "Hello girls, you haven't seen dear Lydia have you?"

"Oh, em, she and Kitty went out about an hour ago," Jane responded.

"Oh! They'll probably be getting new outfits for the Lucas' barbecue, next weekend!" she clapped her hands together with a giggle.

I swear the way she grinned gleefully, would scare any child. Her eyebrows were drawn on with eyeliner and she had a severe amount of blusher on and bright lipstick. Her strawberry blonde hair was piled into some sort of updo and she was wearing a dress, pinched in at the waist. Let's just say she was young once. Once. Altogether the image was rather formidable.

"Child, what are you staring at?" she asked me sternly.

"Nothing mother," I answered demurely, my hands in my lap, feigning innocence.

"Hmph," she frowning, before walking out of the room.

"So Janie," I asked with a smirk,"You looking forward to Thursday?"

Jane's eyes widened and she instantly schooled her face into one of ignorance, "Thursday? What is happening on Thursday?"

I grinned wider, "I don't know Janie dearest, you tell me."

If possible, her eyes widened further.

"Nothing to do with a certain Mr. Bingley?" I asked saucily.

She shook her head vehemently, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh, pity," I yawned, getting up casually, "I guess I'll just go give Charlotte his number after all!"

"No!" Jane bolted off the bed, "I mean-I-I..."she trailed off.

"Yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh Goddmamn it," she cried, "Yes I'm excited for Thursday!"

"Hurrah!" I jumped up, "I was just kidding about giving his number to Charlotte, by the way!"

"Evil Lizzy," Jane shook her head, but I knew she was fighting a smile.

(A/N: So, how was the first chapter? Obviously, a lot more M rated language than my other fics, I hope no one thinks I've completely destroyed the character of Elizabeth. Oh and by the way lots of Elizabeth/Darcy, next chapter!

Please review!)