Disclaimer: I do not know any of the actors from Will & Grace, nor do I have any affiliations with the show. I can't seem to get the humor between the characters right, but I am trying my hardest to make it fun for the readers as well as wanting people to come back for more!

Jack gazed into the breathtaking velvet sky dotted with stars and closed his eyes briefly, and opened them again. The Milky Way swirled around and through the sky like cake batter dripping from a spoon into a baking pan. He did not know what exactly was happening to him, but he knew that these feelings he'd held inside of him for years.
So desperately he wanted to just blurt out every fiber of emotion as though his life depended on it. In some obscure way, it did. He was tumbling faster and faster into the pit of his darkest emotions and now it seemed like Will was the only one that could save him.

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"What do you think I should pack?" Grace scratched the back of neck and stared at the various piles of clothes scattered on her bed. Will looked up from his newspaper. "Clothes would be nice. A jacket even! Blow them out of the water with your beauty and brains."

"Okay, Lord of the Gays, you can tap your way out of here now." Will grinned as he lifted himself from the chair and walked into the living room. Grace began picking up random articles of clothing and stuffing them into the leather suitcase.

The door opened and Jack flew in like he usually did. "Hey Thunder Thighs," He said with no raise or lower in his pitch. Will gazed down at Jack's feet.

"Don't you look a little light in the loafers?"

Jack smirked. "Can't say the same for you." Jack plopped the mail he got for Will and Grace on the kitchen counted then proceeded to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. Will just had to laugh at their jokes to each other; he allowed a small chuckle to leave his lips.

"Where's Grace?"

"She's in the room deciding what to wear for that little trip she's taking with Karen." Jack nodded his head, remembering she had told him about it last week. He was too busy eyeing the new hot employee at Starbuck's to listen.

Jack pretended to be engrossed in a program on the television, but in reality his glance was off-centered and focused on Will. Ever since he'd had that dream of he and Will in this large, open field holding each other close under a blanket of stars, the moon being the only source of light they had. He wasn't sure what happened after that – a think layer of fog covered the moon and protruded over Jack and Will. Then of course he woke up. He'd been in agony since then, damning himself for waking up and not knowing what happened next.

"Earth to Jack!" The sound of Will's voice brought his thoughts down to where they should be, in the back of his mind like they had been for so long.

"What?" He asked, pretending to be annoyed with Will. "Can't you tell I was watching this movie?"

"Sorry. Don't get so emotional you homo." Will grinned.

"Psh, all your fat is probably clogging the arteries to your brain."

Jack settled himself into the couch. Making jokes with Will seemed to be the best way to keep his mind off things.