A/N: This was an extremely hard chapter to write. I blame it on Cary and Kalinda which always seem to mess up my flow of writing. They're such difficult characters to give voice to. Also, this is the longest chapter I have ever written, clocking 5550 words. If you make it to the end, please review, because I struggled a lot with the scene in the middle and I would love to hear your opinions on it. Last note, there is a short M-scene at the end of the chapter, as a thank you for reading so many Willicia-less words. You can skip it if you want. Enjoy!

She still had to give herself a pinch from time to time to remind herself that it hadn't even been 72 hours since she and Will had taken the right path. Finally.

She was in her forties, for God's sake! She couldn't possibly wake up and immediately check her phone hoping for a message from him. It was unhealthy, it was high-schoolish, it was ridiculous.

And yet she checked and there was indeed something.

"If Matchick comments on my being distracted I'm blaming you and your late-night messages."

Not that there was any chance of that. Will compartmentalized very well when in court, much better than her, that was sure. The only time she had seen him out of phase was in moot court, against her and the idea pleased and terrified her to no end. She had an immense power when it came to him and with immense power came immense responsibility. She had to be careful of her every move.

The message was his way of saying "Thinking of you" and she was thrilled like a teenager.

As soon as she got to the firm, her secretary alerted her that Diane wanted to speak to her. She had already received the name-partner "don't hurt him or I'll trample you with my heels and throw your body in my future husband's farm" talk. So what now?

"Alicia, please sit."

"Sure, is everything ok?"

"We don't know."

Will hadn't mentioned anything the night before.

"Today we received a payment in full from a client. Do you know what that means?"

Every self-respecting lawyer knew what that meant.

"He's planning to leave."

"Yes, exactly. And the same time thing happened recently. We had Kalinda look into it, but she couldn't come up with the name of the firm who's poaching our clients, just that it's a small start-up, a one-man firm."

Diane always used we, her and Will were an inseparable unit, weren't they? She made a note to talk with her boyfriend about Diane leaving. It would probably hit him harder than he was showing. Also, she had to find a proper word to describe him. She was being juvenile whenever he was concerned, granted, but did she really want to say Will was her boyfriend? He was infinitely more than that.

"We think it's one of our lawyers, probably a fourth-year. Anyway, you are our best shot at finding out who."

"Why?"

"You were one of them, weren't you? Maybe they'll talk to you, or even try to poach you. It'd be a big coup now that you're going to be the wife of the..."

Diane stopped mid-sentence. Unheard of, before that day. She seemed conflicted, probably on whether or not to apologize. She chose not to. Diane Lockhart didn't make amends.

"Now that they think you're going to be the wife of the Governor."

The reasoning made a lot of sense. She couldn't deny it. But it also meant she was screwed. She tried her last card.

"Does Will know about this?"

"Not about the second client or about me asking but I don't see why he would have a problem. Do you?"

She couldn't think of a decent excuse Diane wouldn't see through.

"No, of course not."

"So you'll do it, look for the mole, so to speak."

"Sure, nobody can steal our clients and get away with it."

Diane was particularly satisfied with her answer and with her in general. She suspected that her having made Will happy had bought her a lot of good-will when Diane was concerned.

"Good."

She closed the door behind her and reached her office before murmuring to herself over and over again.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!"

She didn't believe for a second that Kalinda hadn't found out the name of the start-up firm. She wasn't an amateur. From time to time, though, the investigator operated on loyalty. This had to be the case. She had heard with what conviction Cary had suggested "Florrick, Agos & Associates". She had perceived his disappointment as his not having made partner, she had comprehended the belligerent feelings he harbored against Lockhart/Gardner.

He was the winning candidate as pertained the category of employees who wanted to branch out on their own and would actually have the guts to go behind Diane & Will's back.

Her conclusion left her in a maze of dilemmas. Should she talk to Kalinda first? They had just mended their friendship. She had to give her an heads' up on her one-night-adventure-with-the-prospect-of-more, didn't she? Should she make sure before confronting him with the accuse of a betrayal? If so, how could she do it without any investigator? Would Kalinda tell her the truth? Should she go to Robyn instead? Would Kalinda feel slighted?

When had an adult friendship turned into such a complicated game of chess?

Then there was Cary.

What if she ascertained beyond any doubt that Cary was indeed the one that was stirring trouble, what then?

Protocol would suggest that she called a partners' meeting, ousted him and let the others deal with the consequences. He would be immediately fired, of course and she wasn't sure his newborn firm would survive the character-slaughter that everyone at Lockhart/Gardner would reverse on him. Furthermore, if he failed in the project, what kind of firm would hire a young, eager lawyer that had been branded as a backstabber? It would probably be the end of his career in Chicago or at the very least a huge step backwards.

Her first instinct would be to protect him. Cary hadn't had a Will giving her a chance after 13 years away from the law, nor an Eli moving his business at L&G to preserve her job. He had a father that was completely against helping him but had no qualms exploiting him and he seemed to be in love with Kalinda which guaranteed his life would never be simple.

She had liked him almost since the beginning. He projected this smartass image but that was just a veil of protection, not unlike Will's. He was a fun office-mate, he was sharp, witty, smart, sensitive, dedicated and an exceptional lawyer.

When he had proposed FA&A she had pondered a bit on the offer and come to the conclusion that they could work as a professional partnership. With time they could build that kind of trust that was needed to become the next Will & Diane.

She couldn't possibly throw him to the wolves, could she? Especially when she had already been responsible for getting him fired before.

On the other hand, the care she had for the Will-in-training was nothing compared to the love she bore to the real one. Hiding from him that a rib of his firm was working to significantly erode the client-list would seriously hinder their newfound relationship. He wouldn't understand her actions.

Finally, there was the Kalinda & Cary factor to consider. Was she contemplating jumping ship for Cary's sake? That didn't seem at all like a Kalinda move but she couldn't be 100% sure. Losing Cary and the clients would be extremely damaging but losing Kalinda would be a catastrophe of a whole other level.

She had to get the situation under control.

Will was conveniently stuck in court and she arranged personally an impromptu lunch with the two people that had destroyed her morning. Neither of them knew the other was going to be present and she hoped she'd get the two of them to stay once one saw the other. She had invited them to her apartment. Zach and Grace were out and there was the least chance of being spotted there. She would readily concede that she was being a little paranoid but when such a huge break in her net of connections was at stake, she would take paranoia over carelessness.

Cary arrived first, not a surprise.

"What's with all the secrecy?"

"Nothing, please take a seat and pour yourself some wine."

"Are we waiting for someone? There are three glasses out."

"Yes."

She said nothing more. Thankfully her doorbell rang soon after, interrupting the awkward silence.

Kalinda opened with her usual "What's up?" before catching sight of her pseudo-paramour.

"Come on, there's a bottle of wine opened. I need to talk to the both of you. "

Kalinda gave her a strange look. She probably assumed that this was some kind of intervention to let the two of them finally talk. It wasn't the worst idea, per se. If she and Will had been forced in the same room together for a decent amount of time, they probably would have gotten to the point a lot sooner but it wasn't what the meeting was about.

Both of them seated, and seemingly waiting to listen, she took a gulp from her wine glass and asked:

"When are you leaving, Cary?"

His first reaction was telling. He turned to Kalinda with an outraged stare. She had been right. Kalinda had not been in the dark and kept it a secret.

"Don't look at her, she didn't tell me."

For a moment Cary hesitated between denial and a confirmation. He decided to come clean.

"Who told you then?"

"Diane."

She clarified the statement to assuage his panic.

"She doesn't truly know it's you. She suspects it's one of the fourth years and she asked me to look into the matter."

"What does she have to go on?"

"Today a second client paid his bill on time and in full."

Kalinda jumped in.

"I thought you stopped it."

"I can't stop it. I can't survive with just one client, can I? But I should have advised them not to pay yet. It was clumsy of me not to."

She took back the reins of the conversation.

"That's it, Cary? That's all you have to say?"

"What should I say? You knew I wanted to do this when they first went back on the offers of partnership. Just because they gave you yours back, it doesn't change the situation for the rest of us."

"So all fourth-years are involved?"

"All those with the revoked partnership, yes."

"Are you trying to get fired?"

"When are you leaving?"

Hers and Kalinda's voice overlapped but Cary heard and answered both of them.

"We're leaving in a month and we'd like to resign rather than get fired."

"It's sheer madness, Cary."

"Alicia is right."

"It's not madness, it's a gamble. And it wouldn't even be a gamble if the two of you came with me and the others. Think about it. Aren't we a formidable trio? We would be a start-up, granted, but with the quality of a top-tier firm. With the best investigator in Chicago and the wife of the Governor name partner, we would be unstoppable."

His fervor was admirable but he was missing some key pieces of information on the developments in her private life.

Kalinda sent her a questioning glance, probably asking for some kind of permission on just how much she could reveal. She decided to go all in, Peter already knew after all and Cary wouldn't want to hurt the future Governor anyway. Maybe with the full picture he'd rethink his mission and recommit to Lockhart/Gardner.

"I'm not going to be the wife of the Governor."

"What?"

"Peter and I will be getting a divorce soon."

He was abashed, floored.

"What? Is it true? You're not just saying that to make me change my mind?"

"It is. And there's something else you don't know. I'm in a relationship with Will."

His previous disconcertment turned into pure dread.

"Have you told him?"

"Not yet. And Cary, believe me or not, I don't want to. I don't want to watch him destroy you. If there's one thing Will doesn't tolerate is disloyalty. He'd be ruthless."

He turned to Kalinda who was being suspiciously silent.

"Would you help him? With the smear campaign? Digging into my past to find a stupid indiscretion that will become a gigantic flaw of character? Will you, Kalinda?"

"No, of course not. But he'd find someone else. You know that."

"Someone else is not you. We can push back, you and me. We'll leave Alicia out of it. But we can go after Will, hurt him until he'll be forced to call a truce."

Cary was talking to Kalinda, watching her intently, completely ignoring that there was someone else in the room. His words were those of a business proposal but his tone betrayed him. He was asking for a commitment that went beyond her services as an investigator. He was imploring her to give them a real chance, professional and personal.

Kalinda's answer was distressed but resolute.

"I won't do it to you, Cary but I won't do it to Will either."

"He doesn't value you enough, you know that."

"Maybe so, but he's always been a friend."

"And I haven't?"

He got up and tentatively laughed. An hollow sound, without emotions filling the apparent sign of hilarity.

"So you two are going to make an united front against me? I'm screwed."

She hated just how disenchanted his voice was. A man of that age, even a lawyer, should always have a future, imagine one.

"Look, Cary. Not all is lost. Abandon this idea of going out on your own, court the clients back to our firm and I'll personally make sure that the next position as Equity Partner is yours and it will be soon."

"So Diane said..., but you know the saying "fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice..."..."

Indeed, it sounded not very believable. In a inconspicuous glance with Kalinda, the two of them had taken conscience that they had to fess up to the truth or there was no way of exiting this situation unharmed. At her nod, Kalinda gave away their inside information.

"I've been researching Diane's past."

"What? Are you out of your mind? What does it have to do with anything?"

"It has to stand up to scrutiny, you see, because she'll be extensively vetted."

He did the math in his head and then turned away from Kalinda to ask the question.

"Is he appointing her?"

"Yes, so we're not talking hypothetically anymore, Cary. This is real. You'll get your seat at the table."

"And what about the others? I should just screw them over like that?"

Kalinda had already an exit strategy planned, apparently.

"You'll tell them that you've been found out, that your firm wouldn't survive that much slander that early in your run. That now is not the right time to go on your own."

Cary was shaking his head furiously.

"No, no, no!"

She had learned, during the drug-induced stupor of his, that Cary had a remarkable self-control. Even while under the effect of hallucinogens, he had been able to maintain some kind of dignity with his superiors. She had been the only one to see the state he was in. That was why his outburst at her house seemed practically out of character. His chant of "no, no, no" was probably his way of expressing his dissatisfaction with the entire world that never seemed to give him a break.

When Kalinda tried to approach him, he swatted her hand away, in a forceless and yet decisive way, recovered his cool and started talking to the two of them, without favoring one or the other.

"When will it ever be the right time? Have you ever heard of a firm that hasn't been born through a merger or a client-stealing of some sort? It's how the business works. I can't tell them that there will be a better time in the future because there won't be. Don't you think that I know that you two will be watching me like hawks from now on? I won't ever have the necessary time to build my firm, before one of you goes to Will to fess up."

That little talk of his gave her the chance to ask him about his eagerness at going on his own.

"Why does it have to be your firm, Cary? If you become a partner, why do you care so much about your name on the door? I can't believe it's just because you think our firm is top-heavy. Will and Diane struggle with so much. Why would you want to take that burden?"

He didn't give her an immediate answer. He bid his time and chose the words carefully. Then he focused his gaze on her eyes and said:

"You should understand more than any other. You built something in your life, Alicia. You built a family. And you fought like hell to preserve it from anything life has thrown at you. Will and Diane have built something. I've watched them eat, live and breathe Lockhart/Gardner. They have risked so many times of being expunged from Chicago law-scene and each time they have found the strength to save their creature. I want to do it too. I want the privilege of fighting for something I call mine."

Both she and Kalinda were speechless for a moment. The mother, the partner and the ambitious lawyer had all radically different comebacks to what had just come out of his mouth. She wondered if his father had something to do with his longing for a place of his own. She opted, not without contrition, for a bit of bubble-bursting.

"Failure is much more romantic as a hypothetical than as a reality, Cary."

"Alicia is right. You don't want to have the life Will and Diane have had for the last decade and a half."

"I see, the cynical duo brings me right back to the fold. Your arguments are empty. Both of you know that you'd better off at the new firm. Lockhart/Gardner has too much of a history. Each move has to be passed through a purifying filter as not to step on any toes. You're staying there because of Will."

"You should learn from him, Cary. A leader has to create loyalty and Will obviously has."

"You're right, I should. Even though I believed that at least with you I had already earned it."

"You have. You know you have."

Kalinda was being uncharacteristically subdued. In the adjacent room, just two nights before, she had volunteered information about her and Cary but now he was going too fast and she obviously didn't know how to react.

"Then come with me, Kalinda."

"Don't make us choose, Cary. Don't make me choose between you and Will. Don't make Alicia choose between destroying you and hurting Will."

"And what? Forget about the others and go back to play the dutiful little attorney? What about that loyalty I should learn from Will? It doesn't apply if it doesn't go in your favor?"

"Cary, listen to me. You'll have a vote. You, me and Will are the three staunchest supporters of Kalinda. We'll see her properly valued. Howard Lyman is not going to be there forever and with Diane leaving... maybe in a few years your name could be next to Will's."

His disparaging laughter preceded his response.

"Do you take me for a fool, Alicia, or are you just that blind when it comes to Will? He will NEVER put my name on the wall. He doesn't trust me. From day one, he has seen me as an enemy behind allies' lines, as the over-eager attorney that would steal the place of his precious Alicia. And then, I don't know, as a spy for your husband, maybe. No matter how much I did for his firm, he never paid me anything more than a perfunctory compliment. He doesn't put faith in me. You and Diane always have to intercede on my behalf. And I should abandon all my plans, for the chance that in the future he'll warm up to me and decide to bump me over tens of other equity partners as a name partner? Please, I know better than that. You know better than that."

"He trusts me."

Astonishingly both she and Kalinda had come up with exactly the same repartee. No sign needed to seal the agreement between the two of them as Cary's advocates if that meant that they could get out of an increasingly thorny situation.

"I'm sorry, but that's not enough."

"Think about it, Cary. Today it's Thursday. I won't talk to Will or Diane about your plans until Monday. Take the weekend to think it through, will you?"

Kalinda sent her another questioning glance. She was aware that he could use the weekend to finalize as much of his plans as possible so that he and his co-conspirators could leave. She was aware that she would have to lie to Will for four entire days and if he ever found out that could be a serious blow to their newborn relationship. But Cary was right. Will had not been fair towards him and she was righting the wrong. Not exactly her place to question Will's actions, but she was doing it anyway. Cary and Will had more in common than either of them knew. With her and Kalinda as buffers, they could end up having a fruitful professional partnership. She was convinced of it. She nodded at both the other two occupants of the room.

"Fine, I'll think about it."

He was on his way to the door. He stopped before opening it.

"And... thanks, to the both of you."

The thud of the wood signaled his exit.

"He could be gone by Monday, you know."

"I know, but what was I supposed to do?"

"Thanks. For including me, for him."

"Of course, I might have a terrible short-term memory but I wouldn't forget what you told me a couple days ago. And on that topic, you should go after him."

"And say what?"

"I don't know. You are the one that has a thing for him, not me."

"Has a thing?"

"You know what I mean, Kalinda."

"I don't know what to tell him."

"Convince him to stay."

"I'm not sure I'd be convincing him for his own sake."

"Do you think he'd be better off on his own?"

"It's not the worst idea in the world. He's right about Will."

"I know. But we could work on them."

"They are remarkably stubborn."

"I know. Would you go with him, if it comes to that? I need to know, Will needs to know."

"I don't know. Should I?"

She wanted to be able to tell her a sincere "NO!" but she couldn't. Maybe Kalinda would benefit from being his most trusted employee. He would surely benefit from having her there.

"I don't know."

"I should go, I'm chasing a promising lead for Diane. Will you be able to lie to him?"

"I have to. Cary deserves a break."

"And Will doesn't?"

"He will have one. I'm planning to keep him busy this weekend."

Kalinda's phantom-smile appeared and she nodded.

"Will I get the gory details?"

"Nope."

"Fair enough. See you, Alicia."

"Bye Kalinda"

The afternoon had been way less than productive. She hadn't caught Will at all and she was ready to go home, have a shower and a glass of wine before collapsing with her children on the couch. They had settled on a movie for the night. Just the three of them since the weekend was fast approaching and with it their meeting with their father. They were both quite on edge and she felt incredibly guilty for her opposing feelings when it came to the weekend, given who her company would be. Now that she thought about it, they hadn't truly fixed a plan and for some reason that she couldn't explain without sounding crazy, this plan couldn't possibly wait until the following day, nor it could be done over the phone. She had time before she was due home. She could swing by Will's.

She hadn't forgotten what had gone through at lunch but she was choosing to be positive. Cary's drama would not ruin her first official weekend with Will. The chaos brought by that situation would not blemish the fantasy in her head. Will was a master at throwing her into the oblivion of senses. She would not even remember the name Cary.

That was how she willed it to be. That was how it would be.

The doorman recognized her and he seemed to be in a chatty mood.

"Mrs. Florrick, how is the campaign going? Your husband's got my vote."

He better not be doing that kind of talk around Will.

"It's going well, thanks. And thanks for the support."

She should have mastered the political wife-persona by now and yet she still had some difficulties with the common courtesies of exchanges with average voters and potential ones.

"I need to bring these briefs up to Mr. Gardner. He's expecting me."

He wasn't but she figured he wouldn't mind the surprise too much. Probably not at all.

"Sure, go right ahead, Mrs. Florrick."

She rang the doorbell and waited for him. And waited. Wouldn't the doorman tell her if he wasn't home? And yet he had sent her a text to tell her that his marathon day in court had ended and that he would be heading straight back to his apartment unless she had some time for him. Funnily, she had thought herself able to perceive in his text just how exhausted he was, so she had reminded him that the weekend was near and assured him that they would see each other the day after.

She rang again, and finally, after a while, he came to open the door, in sweats. His hair was still wet. So he had been in the shower. Damn him! Did she really need to have that image before going home to her kids?

She didn't even have the time to see whether or not he was properly amazed at her impromptu visit before being guided inside and being pinned on the door. He didn't waste a second in kissing her. Her yelp of surprise died in her throat and was replaced by a moan of satisfaction at his tongue engaging hers and at his hands moving rapaciously all over her body. When his onslaught paused for a second and she had the chance of properly looking at him, she couldn't miss the purplish yellow gem on his upper lip.

"What happened?"

He seemed confused for a second before she very hesitantly touched the tender skin. He didn't hiss or flinch, which wasn't shocking, considering he hadn't before when his lip had been a very active participant in a very intense series of kisses.

"Nothing, forget about it. I'm so incredibly glad you're here. I should tell all of the doormen never to announce you ever again so that I can be pleasantly surprised more often."

"I have to go soon. Zach, Grace and I miraculously chose a movie that would fit us all and I can't be late. What happened? Someone punched you. It's not nothing."

"Let's spend these minutes more pleasurably, shall we?"

He lunged for her lips again but she stopped him.

"Never going to happen. The sooner you tell me, the less time we're losing."

"A drunkard at court. He was aiming for a cop, he got my lip."

It took merely a cursory glance to his eyes to understand he was lying.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not."

"Will..."

And then she connected the dots. He would conceal the story only if there was a particular man involved.

"It was Peter, wasn't it? He's going to hear it from me."

Her fury had her immediately reaching for her cell-phone but he gently intercepted her arm.

"Alicia, let it go! It's a split lip. I've coped with those before."

"I'm sorry, Will. I don't know what came over him..."

"I know."

"What?"

"He's lost you, Alicia and now you're here with me. I get why he would want to punch me. I have wanted to punch him more than once over the years."

"But you exercised some restrain, like normal people would."

"It doesn't matter. But you can do something for me."

"Which is..."

"You can kiss it better. You were doing such an excellent job before."

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

Will truly wasn't angry so she would allow Peter this one moment of divorce-induced irrationality. From then on, though, Will was off-limits and she would make sure Peter realized that.

"So, there was another reason for my coming here."

He was quite skeptical of this other reason and he gave voice to his lack of belief.

"Really? A reason that does not involve the words "I missed you terribly and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you?", really?"

"Yes, tomorrow is Friday."

"I'm aware of that. I'm also aware that you promised me something."

"Yes, but we haven't finalized any detail, so I had to come."

"Sure."

"I'll drop the children off to their father's and then I'll come straight up here."

His smile was intensifying with everything that came out of her mouth.

"What's with the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin?"

"Nothing, just that you could have told me all those things tomorrow and you chose not to."

Did he have to make it so obvious?

"You're insufferable."

"Am I? You seem to fare very well in my arms."

She fake-struggled for a second or two just to prove her point before he pounced on her lips again and all her energies went to keep him as close as possible.

"You're going to make me spend an uncomfortable night with my children trying not to rub my legs too much."

"I don't think so. What kind of thank-you-for-the-surprise-visit would that be?"

She could swear she hadn't had THAT in mind when she had parked near Will's apartment but he was already dropping on his knees and she had no intention whatsoever of stopping him. It had been a long and emotionally-charged day after all.

He pushed her skirt up gently and her underwear down much less so. Both his hands had taken to massage the insides of her thighs, going higher and higher with a circulating movement that drove her berserk.

Her hands were tugging his hair more and more violently, spurring him to accelerate his movements.

"I would normally say that you should have some patience but since your kids are waiting for you..."

The retort on how inappropriate he had been in nominating her kids in that circumstance never made it to be vocalized because his tongue had plunged into her, leaving her brain frizzled and incapable of forming neural connections.

He was weltering that very useful appendix of his teasing, touching, moving leaving not a stone unturned. Her breaths were becoming heavier and heavier and she was sure that under her closed eyelids her eyes were moving erratically.

His right hand seemed to be done with the ministrations on her leg, so he used his fingers to accompany his tongue before seemingly taking his whole mouth out the picture. Her vexation with that move would have made her scream had she not felt his lips on the only part of her that had felt neglected.

That was a move she could get behind. His digits rotating, delving and retreating inside her while his entire mouth was working on the front, kissing, sucking, sweeping, rubbing, stroking, licking to provoke a whirlwind of sensations even the most skilled of lawyers would never be able to verbalize.

He had her on the threshold of bliss fast and with her opposing no resistance, a few little maneuvers were enough to make her fall. She succumbed to the vibration, to the tingles her body was eliciting and relished in the euphoria he had made her reach.

"So, was that worth a second surprise visit?" he asked while getting up.

She kissed him before answering.

"I'd say so, you get a lot of points for effort and your result was satisfactory but the variety of your moves is still untested."

"Right, well, far from me to skirt a thorough examination. It's the only way to get the grade I deserve."

She would have loved to continue the teasing even all night long but she had a commitment to honor. She still made a note of the examiner/examinee scenario for further perusal.

She fixed herself a bit before eyeing the door-handle.

"I need to go."

"I know. Thanks for the visit."

"No need to thank me."

"You're right. I dare say you quite enjoyed it."

She got out of his apartment before her last teasing line of the evening.

"Or I'm really, really good at acting."

His face, composed in mock-outrage induced in her a burst of hilarity, which he reciprocated.

Their insouciant laughers carried her to her elevator and she thanked her lucky star for there not being anyone else in the aisle. Even a stranger could have no difficulties understanding exactly how she and Will felt about each other even just from the way they laughed.

Before entering the cabin, she used the only words that could express those feelings.

"I love you Will. See you tomorrow."

"Love you too, and can't wait."

A/N: Thanks for getting here :D. If you want to read more of this fiction and you haven't already checked it out, I wrote a flash-forward of it called "The Name Game".