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Hello all! This fic is dedicated to all those W+J fans! I WARN YOU HOWEVER,
its very anti-fluffy ok? Very far from the funny part of the show...I
guess. But dont worry it WILL be a love story Okies? I tried my best, so
please review and enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: Will&Grace is a brilliant show that I do not own. I do not own the characters, I just wrote this fic out of love!
Rating:: PG-13/R a little later
Pairings: Will/Jack
Summary: Something happens between Will and Jack that changes things, but is it for the worst?
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**Will's POV (other chapters might be different)**
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The Finest
Chapter 1
By LunaSeraph1
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I guess it all started a couple of months ago, in his apartment. It was some fight. Some stupid fight that neither of us should have gotten into. A fight that changed things. I was a jerk. And yet I feel like he needed to go through this epiphany one time or another. But still... I feel sad.
I don't even really remember what had started it. I kind of remember the song he had been singing when I went over though. Something by S.O.S. Band. I had gone over to tell him that I was not going to be joining him club hopping that night. I had made other plans with Grace. We would finally get a break from not seeing each other and she would be heading over in a couple of hours.
He seemed a little upset at this, but he just started singing again. And then, I made a joke, something that really seemed to upset him. So he threw one back at me, and boy was it cruel. It was pretty bad. I mean I don't remember what it was, but I still remember how angry I was after he said it. The way in which he said it, made me furious too. Where was this anger coming from? Our friendship had been suffering, but I didn't think he would talk to me in the way he did. They weren't even the playful fat comments, or anything like that. They were things I had never heard come out of his mouth before.
Somehow we managed to start butchering each other with the most hurtful things you could imagine. Im surprised he lasted that long, taking the things I was throwing at him. I still can't understand how it started. But I do know how it ended.
After telling him how useless and pathetic he was, he said something. I dont even really know what the exact words were. He didn't seem like he wanted to say them either. But once he did it was too late. It was something along the lines of "no wonder Michael left you, and no wonder you're alone, no one can stand the way you fucking treat them."
That's when I hit him.
I don't know why I did it. It doesn't really make sense. What he said wasn't much worse than what I had been giving him. It makes me sick thinking about it. It was blind fury that fueled me. Maybe after being dumped by the fourth guy that month, I was feeling too sensitive.... I don't know. No matter what the reason, I can't change what happened. I had hit him .
And this wasn't one of those silly slaps we give to each other over the last bottle of hair product on a shelf at the supermarket. I hit him really hard, and regretted it in an instant.
Jack. He can be very fragile. Sometimes he's like a tiger, ready to defend himself. But with all those cruel words I had hurled at him I guess he wasn't prepared. Hell, I wasn't prepared.
I pretended to be straight for over twenty years, so I know what its like to recieve a fraternal punch in the arm or something. Now, Grace, that girl can hit harder than any jock I ever went to school with. Ive only recieved slaps and pinches from Jack. I dont know how hard I can hit, because I dont have anyone to give an account of it.
When it happened, all I could feel was my heart thumping in my ears. Was I really so angry? I still can't understand it.
He didn't scream. He just hit the wall, brought his hand to his face and stared at the ground in shock. I froze.
His eyes glossed over, I could tell he wanted to cry. I wanted to cry. He began to tremble and I myself couldn't help shaking. It was terrifying.
When I quickly moved foward to apologize, he flinched as if expecting another blow. That's what made my own eyes well up.
"Jack..." I said softly. I tried to reach out and hold him, but he coiled up. "Jack Im so sorry..." I felt my voice breaking. He still didn't look up at me. It was strange. I really expected him to scream bloody murder. But he remained silent, his shaky breaths being the only thing I heard from him. "Jack..."
"...no, no, its ok..." he uttered, moving away from my hand as I tried to touch him. But then he did the most eerie thing. He smiled. His devastated blue eyes hid behind the false cheer and the bloody lip.
I hurried to the bathroom grabbing a washcloth from the rack and running it under some water. When I returned he was in the same spot, except sitting down. I began to wipe his lip, gently cleaning up the mess I had made.
Jack had annoyed me in the past. He's angered me and embarassed me. But somehow, I felt I had a duty to watch over him, to protect him from certain things. Especially things like, what I'd just done.
He was quiet, trying very hard not to make a sound, even though I already knew he was in pain. When I was done, I sat next to him for god knows how long, hoping he would yell at me or something. But he seemed tired, instead of hostile. His eyes remained pointed to the ground.
I had completely forgotten where I had to go that evening...
It was with Grace.
"Jack? Is Will in there?" she called through the door. Jack, stood and fluidly walked to the bathroom. I got up and opened the door for Grace.
"Come on Will! We're fifteen minutes late!" I hesitated, still feeling very scared about what had transpired before Grace's arrival. I glanced back at the bathroom door.
"Ok." I said and slowly followed Gracie out to the elevator.
I don't know why I had left. All night I kept thinking about it. My stomach lurched and this cold feeling kept growing in my chest.
After we returned, and Grace left, I walked into the bathroom. What happened? It wasn't that bad was it? Everything would return to normal right?
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TsuDzuKu...
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...working on the second chap... if you didn't like it, Im very sorry. This is a Will/Jack fic. Remember! Im sorry if anyone is upset. But if you liked it, please review! Doumo!
Disclaimer: Will&Grace is a brilliant show that I do not own. I do not own the characters, I just wrote this fic out of love!
Rating:: PG-13/R a little later
Pairings: Will/Jack
Summary: Something happens between Will and Jack that changes things, but is it for the worst?
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**Will's POV (other chapters might be different)**
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The Finest
Chapter 1
By LunaSeraph1
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I guess it all started a couple of months ago, in his apartment. It was some fight. Some stupid fight that neither of us should have gotten into. A fight that changed things. I was a jerk. And yet I feel like he needed to go through this epiphany one time or another. But still... I feel sad.
I don't even really remember what had started it. I kind of remember the song he had been singing when I went over though. Something by S.O.S. Band. I had gone over to tell him that I was not going to be joining him club hopping that night. I had made other plans with Grace. We would finally get a break from not seeing each other and she would be heading over in a couple of hours.
He seemed a little upset at this, but he just started singing again. And then, I made a joke, something that really seemed to upset him. So he threw one back at me, and boy was it cruel. It was pretty bad. I mean I don't remember what it was, but I still remember how angry I was after he said it. The way in which he said it, made me furious too. Where was this anger coming from? Our friendship had been suffering, but I didn't think he would talk to me in the way he did. They weren't even the playful fat comments, or anything like that. They were things I had never heard come out of his mouth before.
Somehow we managed to start butchering each other with the most hurtful things you could imagine. Im surprised he lasted that long, taking the things I was throwing at him. I still can't understand how it started. But I do know how it ended.
After telling him how useless and pathetic he was, he said something. I dont even really know what the exact words were. He didn't seem like he wanted to say them either. But once he did it was too late. It was something along the lines of "no wonder Michael left you, and no wonder you're alone, no one can stand the way you fucking treat them."
That's when I hit him.
I don't know why I did it. It doesn't really make sense. What he said wasn't much worse than what I had been giving him. It makes me sick thinking about it. It was blind fury that fueled me. Maybe after being dumped by the fourth guy that month, I was feeling too sensitive.... I don't know. No matter what the reason, I can't change what happened. I had hit him .
And this wasn't one of those silly slaps we give to each other over the last bottle of hair product on a shelf at the supermarket. I hit him really hard, and regretted it in an instant.
Jack. He can be very fragile. Sometimes he's like a tiger, ready to defend himself. But with all those cruel words I had hurled at him I guess he wasn't prepared. Hell, I wasn't prepared.
I pretended to be straight for over twenty years, so I know what its like to recieve a fraternal punch in the arm or something. Now, Grace, that girl can hit harder than any jock I ever went to school with. Ive only recieved slaps and pinches from Jack. I dont know how hard I can hit, because I dont have anyone to give an account of it.
When it happened, all I could feel was my heart thumping in my ears. Was I really so angry? I still can't understand it.
He didn't scream. He just hit the wall, brought his hand to his face and stared at the ground in shock. I froze.
His eyes glossed over, I could tell he wanted to cry. I wanted to cry. He began to tremble and I myself couldn't help shaking. It was terrifying.
When I quickly moved foward to apologize, he flinched as if expecting another blow. That's what made my own eyes well up.
"Jack..." I said softly. I tried to reach out and hold him, but he coiled up. "Jack Im so sorry..." I felt my voice breaking. He still didn't look up at me. It was strange. I really expected him to scream bloody murder. But he remained silent, his shaky breaths being the only thing I heard from him. "Jack..."
"...no, no, its ok..." he uttered, moving away from my hand as I tried to touch him. But then he did the most eerie thing. He smiled. His devastated blue eyes hid behind the false cheer and the bloody lip.
I hurried to the bathroom grabbing a washcloth from the rack and running it under some water. When I returned he was in the same spot, except sitting down. I began to wipe his lip, gently cleaning up the mess I had made.
Jack had annoyed me in the past. He's angered me and embarassed me. But somehow, I felt I had a duty to watch over him, to protect him from certain things. Especially things like, what I'd just done.
He was quiet, trying very hard not to make a sound, even though I already knew he was in pain. When I was done, I sat next to him for god knows how long, hoping he would yell at me or something. But he seemed tired, instead of hostile. His eyes remained pointed to the ground.
I had completely forgotten where I had to go that evening...
It was with Grace.
"Jack? Is Will in there?" she called through the door. Jack, stood and fluidly walked to the bathroom. I got up and opened the door for Grace.
"Come on Will! We're fifteen minutes late!" I hesitated, still feeling very scared about what had transpired before Grace's arrival. I glanced back at the bathroom door.
"Ok." I said and slowly followed Gracie out to the elevator.
I don't know why I had left. All night I kept thinking about it. My stomach lurched and this cold feeling kept growing in my chest.
After we returned, and Grace left, I walked into the bathroom. What happened? It wasn't that bad was it? Everything would return to normal right?
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TsuDzuKu...
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...working on the second chap... if you didn't like it, Im very sorry. This is a Will/Jack fic. Remember! Im sorry if anyone is upset. But if you liked it, please review! Doumo!