* Hey! First off, I'd like to thank everyone who read and reviewed my first fic, you guys rock! Always appreciate reviews :) So this is my followup fic, its a stand alone from my other one, kind of how season two would go down if there was a season two *sniff*. Bear with me, fellow Emicah fans. Its going to begin from where the first season left off (because, really, no way Emily would just suddenly go running off to be with Micah when she had been in love with Will for so long.) but Emily will come to her senses very quickly. Enough of my rambling, I hope everyone enjoys this one a much as they did my last one!

~Hopelesslyromantic redneck

Chapter 1~Murphy's Law

When Emily woke up, the first thing she thought was, I have the day off! No obnoxious crazy cat lady patients, no snarky comments from Cassandra, and no being terrified of giving a wrong answer or saying the wrong thing (Again) in front of Dr. Bandari.

The second thing she noticed was that she was naked and a brozned male arm was draped across her chest.

Turning her head, she saw Will laying facedown, hair tousled from sleep. She immediately turned her head back and stared at the ceiling while she sorted through everything running through her mind.

She was almost scared to breathe, what if he woke up? She knew she had terrible bed head, morning breath, and what little makeup she'd been wearing when they'd tumbled into bed was probably smeared under her eyes so she looked like a blonde raccoon.

She'd slept with Will. Finally, after four years of being in love with him, he was hers. She frowned when the expected butterflies and school girlish feelings didn't surface. Must be the lack of coffee dulling her senses, because there was no reason, when she had the man of her dreams in her bed, that she should be wondering what her very cute boss was doing with his day off.

Looking around, Emily saw the comforter that she normally slept under crumpled down at the footboard of the bed. Gently, she picked up Will's arm and scooted off of the bed.

"Morning, sunshine."

Emily jumped at Will's voice, grabbing the comforter and wrapping it around herself. "Um, morning."

Will stretched, obviously not sharing her insecurities of being seen naked first thing in the morning. It wasn't like she was self conscious, but not everyone looked their best in blindingly bright sunlight. Why hadn't she pulled down the blinds?

"Where are you sneaking off to? Come back here." Will sat up, reaching for her, but Emily scooted out of his reach.

Strange how she felt so uncomfortable with him, now more so than when he had looked at her with such sympathy when she'd first confessed her feelings for him. And why was she thinking about that now? He was here, he obviously wasn't turned off by her morning visage, but all she could think about was getting dressed.

Emily stood awkwardly, holding the blanket she'd wrapped around herself. " I was going to make coffee. Want some?"

Reaching for his glasses, Will stood up and pulled his jeans on. Emily quickly turned around, face flushing red.

"I'll make it. You can go shower and get dressed if you want." Will walked over, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he went out to her kitchen.

Letting out a breath that blew her hair off her her forehead, Emily grabbed a pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee out of her closet and went into the bathroom to shower, trying to ignore the part of her that said she'd made a mistake.

When Emily was dressed and showered, she ventured out into the kitchen. Will had not only made coffee, but he'd toasted a couple bagels and put them on the table.

He smiled at her when she came in, and pulled a chair next to his. " Feel better? I found bagels in your fridge, so I figured I'd make some. We worked up an appetite last night."

Emily sat down, sipping her coffee like it was a lifeline.

"I'm glad you were home. I didn't know if you'd be out with Micah, I was pretty worried. It would never have worked, he's your boss, and the way he picked Cassandra for that surgery? If he liked you, he would have picked you."

Frowning, Emily put her coffee down. " Everyone seems to pick Cassandra first, I'm used to it. And besides, he only picked her because he didn't want to seem like he was treating me any different. He told me later he wanted to pick me."

The first part of her sentence seemed to fly over Will's head. "Still, he's your boss. Wouldn't it be weird?"

Irritiated, Emily bit into a bagel that was a little too browned for her liking. " Any more weird than workplace relationships in general? Micah isn't like that, it wouldn't have made a difference."

Will sat back, looking at her quizzically. " Are you ok? You seem a little.. Off this morning."

Running a hand over her face, Emily gave him a wan smile. "It's just a lot to take in. You, being here, after last night, and... "

Another knock on the door interrupted her, and Emily got up to answer it. Tyra was back early, she'd kind of hoped that Will would have been gone before she got home so that EMily could sort out exactly how she felt about the whole thing.

When she opened the door, it wasn't Tyra standing there. Micah grinned at her, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. There were those butterflies she'd been expecting earlier, along with the feeling of her heart leaping into her throat and then plummeting to her feet. It was just for the wrong guy. Or the right one.

Emily's mouth dropped open, and her mind froze.

"I figured since we were both off today, and that never happens, that we should take advantage of it and go for a walk, maybe get some food?"

Emily swallowed a few times. "Micah, I need to talk to you, I think I-"

Before she could finish, Will pulled the door open, holding both coffees. He smiled at Micah, rather like a predator facing another predator, Emily thought.

The smile vanished from Micah's face, and he dropped the hand holding the flowers to his side. He obviously didn't miss the fact that Will was still sans his shirt, and in Emily's apartment at nine 0'clock on a Sunday morning.

"Guess I shoud have called first." Micah chuckled. "Will, nice to see you. I guess I'll see you at work, Emily." He turned on his heel and made his way down the hall.

"Damnit. Micah!" Emily called, grabbing her boots and hopping as she yanked them on.

"Where are you going?" Will asked, as she ran out of the apartment after Micah.

"Emily!"

Ignoring him, Emily took the stairs two at a time, but by the time she'd made out of the front door, he was already in a cab.

She stood in the snow for a second until it started soaking through her shirt. Frustrated tears stung her eyes as she stepped inside and noticed the flowers Micah had brought for her in the hands of a young girl, chattering to her mother.

This was why Emily always thought everything through. Whenever she leapt, she missed the trampoline and landed right on her head.

Now that she'd screwed things up with Micah, she realized she really was over Will. Great timing, Dr. Owens, she thought to herself as Will walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, steering her towards the elevator.

"What was his problem? Come on, you didn't finish your breakfast. Why don't we go out and get something?"

Nodding mutely, Emily let him lead her back to her apartment, trying not to think about the look of hurt in Micah's eyes when he'd turned and left. How was she going to fix this?

*How about that? That was hard to write! Although, I think that if there was going to be a season 2, thats about how it would go. Please review, tell me what you think! I'll work on getting chapter 2 up as soon as I can :)