Disclaimer: I do not own Will Truman, or Jack, or Grace, or any other of those wonderful characters. I do however own Aunt Linda and Adam.

CHAPTER 1:

Will awoke to the sound of snoring. He rolled over and looked to his right, where he found a peacefully sleeping Grace putting her full weight upon his, now very sore, right arm. Her arms were splayed out next to her, limbs flying in all different directions, and her wild, flaming red hair covered her eyes. What was not covered, though, was her mouth, which was gaping open, allowing deafening, train-like snores, and a bit of drool, out of her petite, round mouth.

If this occurrence was not strange enough, when Will turned to his other side he discovered Karen to be occupying his bed, as well. She was curled up like a kitten, taking up no more room than necessary, and was way off in the corner of the bed, slightly sucking her thumb.

Will, again, found himself thinking, If I was straight, I would be the happiest man in the world right now.

Or maybe not, since as he looked down he noticed a very innocent looking Jack lying directly on his crotch. He had managed to position himself so that his body was in between Will's legs and his head was resting just slightly lower than his abdomen. His face looked very tranquil; contrasting with the illicitly sexual position that he put himself in. Will smiled when he looked at Jack's mussed up brown hair, pouty lips and the uncomfortable-looking, now-wrinkled suit that Jack had borrowed.

Well, this is just a bit awkward.

Will gently repositioned Jack as he tried to discern how three people, besides him, and two being of the fairer sex, ended up in his bed. He felt a dull ache in his head and he suddenly remembered. The funeral.

The four of them were not there for a very perverted and lewd orgy, but to comfort Grace, who was distraught over the death of her beloved Aunt. They had gotten the call four days ago from Bobbi.

"Mom, what do you mean Aunt Linda died? She was barely even fifty years old. I was going to go visit her next month. This can't be happening!" an astonished Grace exclaimed when she heard the news.

Over the phone, Mrs. Adler replied, "It was a car accident, dear. She was driving to visit her "friend" and she took a backroad to make sure that her alcoholic, SOB of a husband didn't find out, and an animal ran out into the middle of the road. She swerved and ran into a telephone pole. She was in the ICU for only a couple hours before she passed."

By this time Grace was sobbing while clutching the phone to her ear.

Realizing her middle daughter's distress Bobbi said, "I know how close you two were, snookums, but there was nothing anybody could've done. The funeral's going to be on Sunday, here in Schenectady. Feel free to bring dear Will and those other outrageous friends of yours. I am so sorry, Grace."

Grace whispered a good-bye and hung up the phone. She dried her tears on her brand new, blue silk blouse and got up, crookedly.

Will was cooking bacon and eggs when Grace and the rest of the gang came out of his bedroom. Will took comfort in the fact that, no matter what terrible state Grace was in, she always had the same amount of passion for bacon.

It was around lunchtime and Will was working on a particularly difficult case when his secretary's blonde head peeked into his office.

"There is someone here to see you, Mr. Truman," she said, looking down at her feet. Will was always amused by his secretary, who had a major crush on him and always acted nervous around him. When Will was in a particularly playful mood he'd even flirt with her.

"Thank you. Oh, by the way I adore your hair today." Will winked at her.

"Oh, uh…. thanks Mr. Will… I mean, Truman…. Uh, bye!" she squeaked and ran out. Will knew that he had to stop flirting like this, it was bordering cruelty. But a small smile played on Will's lips anyway.

Will continued to type, thinking that it'll just be Jack coming to flirt his way into a free lunch. Surprisingly, though, it was Grace who entered his office a few seconds later. She was still wearing pajamas and her hair was pulled into a messy bun.

"What are you doing here, sweetie? I thought you were going to stay home and take a break from life today. Are you okay?" Will furrowed his brows and looked at Grace, expectantly.

"I'm fine. I just needed to come and ask you something," Grace said with a sigh.

Will stood up and gestured at her to continue.

"Well… the thing is… I need a favor. It happened that my aunt had a lot of debts that her son had to pay off, and now he can't afford his apartment. And I was wondering if he could stay with us for a little bit, you know, until he saves up enough money to get his own apartment." Grace said, quickly.

"Of course, Gracie. You know I would do anything for you. I've never heard you mention your cousin before, though. I didn't realize you guys were very close." Will was confused. Why was Grace so nervous?

Grace looked down at the floor as she replied, "He lived with his dad after his parents split. I actually haven't seen him since I was a teenager."

"Wow, your aunt sure knew how to pick 'em. How many marriages has it been… four? And that first one that you told me about… the homophobe…" Will glared at her with realization.

"You want your homophobic cousin to come and live with us!" Will yelled angrily, with hands on hips and lips pursed.

"You don't know that he's homophobic! Just his dad is… who he's lived with his whole life, and his stepmom is also kind of uber-religious. Okay, I know this sounds bad, but, who knows, maybe he's different from them. He WAS Linda's son, and she loved you. Just give him a chance!" Grace crossed her arms over her Mickey Mouse pajama top.

Will sighed. He was too nice, he knew. This would probably blow up in his face, but how could he refuse someone whose favorite aunt just died?

"Fine, Grace, he can stay with us. But if he so much utters one homophobic word, he's out!"

"Of course, Will." Grace smiled and gave him a hug.

It was seven hours later when Will opened the door to greet his new roommate. He gasped as he saw him. He was absolutely gorgeous. His dark blue shirt was just tight enough to outline a pair of broad shoulders, a toned chest, and a pair of six-pack abs. He had messy blonde hair that slightly covered his glittering, bright blue eyes. His full lips curved into a smile as he saw Will.

"Hi, I'm Adam."