Here's what I have come up with to help us all get over the disappointment of the finale. Let's see if it works!

In this first chapter, we will presume that the episode played out exactly the same up until where the story picks up. I had this idea Sunday morning, and was pretty disappointed that these weren't the last two words of the season.

I don't own these characters. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I'm just trying to relieve some of the pain of not owning them.

What Should Have Happened

Alicia nervously fingered her glass of wine, debating if this was the right thing to do. She stared at the dryer and decided that she needed something to keep her busy while she waited. Folding the towels, she kept going over it again and again in her mind. This felt right. Something inside her knew it was wrong, but everything else told her it was right. She couldn't imagine backing out on her decision now, and that had to make it right, didn't it?

Carrying the stack of towels into the bathroom to put them away, she treaded lightly through the darkness of her apartment. The darkness suited her tonight. It matched her mood.

When she returned to the kitchen, she decided that she didn't need to finish that glass of wine. She'd poured a pretty generous glass, and she was already amped up enough. She paced the open rooms, finding herself standing in the entryway, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Is this stupid?" she asked herself, still unsure about what would happen next. She breathed in cleansing breath to try and calm her nerves once again. The knock at her door interrupted her thoughts and she turned around gracefully to reach for the knob.

When she swung the door open, she lost the ability to breathe for just a moment. God he looks good, she thought to herself. "Hi," she said aloud, her voice betraying the nervousness she was trying to hard to hide.

"Hi," Will said in return, a bit unsure what he was here for. He knew that they needed to talk, but was surprised to hear from her tonight. The way they'd left things, he thought that he'd be the one forcing the issue.

"Come on in," she said, allowing him to pass by her. Will paused in the entryway, waiting for her direction while she closed the door. When she turned around, she found herself closer to him than she could bear. His familiar scent filled her nostrils and brought back countless memories of pleasure with him. Without a hesitation, she threw herself into his arms and began kissing him without abandon.

TWO MONTHS LATER

The water was the clearest shade of blue, and the waves crashed perfectly against the sand. It felt like a scene from a movie, but it wasn't. She was really standing here. It seemed more like a dream than reality. The water was too blue, the palm leaves were too green, the sand was too white. And yet, she knew she was really, really here.

The wind blew in her hair, long and free and decorated with white flowers. The wind blew in her white skirt, causing the fabric to ripple around her legs and ankles. It was a wind of change blowing through her.

She wasn't nervous. She wasn't anxious. She was excited. Her future was wide open and she was in charge. That was a new feeling to her. Trying to contain that excitement, she twisted the ring on her finger.

As her mind drifted off, she'd barely heard the words spoken around her. A familiar phrase brought her back to the moment as she realized that she'd be expected to answer soon. As if out of a fog, she could now hear the man clearly as he spoke to her. When his words ended, she knew she had to respond.

"I do," she said, her voice choked with emotion as she stared into Will's clear brown eyes, reflecting the same love she felt.