Will sat on the couch reading a book. He had changed out of his tux, into sweats. You can faintly make out the tear streaks on his face. To the hidden mind it would look like he was upset because of the book he was reading. But to his friends, it was supposed to be a day of joy and happiness. That was before Karen had walked out leaving him standing at the alter without an explanation. It was three hours later. Everyone had left, primarily to give him space.

A knock at the door broke him out of his reading. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and his book, before standing up slowly and going to the door.

Leaning against it, he called out "Who is it?" not really caring who was on the other side.

All he heard was sniffling and whimpering, before a knock sounded once again. He stood up slightly and opened the door. On the other side stood, Karen Walker teary eyed and sniffling, yet still gorgeous. She was standing before him, just as miserable as him. She was still in her wedding dress, a few curls had come loose from the up do, falling around her face and her veil hanging off her head at an odd angle.

Karen looked at him before staring at the ground, shifting her feet. She looked up at him again, opening her mouth slightly, trying to find the right thing to say.

She took a step towards him, reaching up to touch his face, "Oh Will, honey, I'm so sorry." Karen withdrew her hand slowly, letting the tears run down her cheeks when he didn't say anything, "Can you ever forgive me?"

She stood before the man that was supposed to be her husband, praying she hadn't ruined their relationship. Karen never thought she'd find somebody to love after Stan had died. But Will had surprised her. Coming over just to hang out ever though she really didn't want him there, but she let him be. It was better knowing that your friends still cared about your well being rather than letting you sit in a house all by yourself.

It had been a couple of months after Stan had passed away, yet Will was always around. It was like he had moved in. they went shopping and out to lunch. When one day she realized she loved him. Actual full out love, not just the typical 'I'm your friend, I have to love you' type deal.

Maybe that's what made this so hard to, to come back to his old apartment. To try to explain to him what she left and where she went. When se first left the church, she had walked through the cemetery. Ironic in the fact that Stan had been buried there. Karen spent an hour or more telling his Granite head stone that she'd always love him, but Will was her new start, a new beginning per say. He had helped her love again.

By the time Karen realized she went straight home in case he went there. Rosario said he was probably in a place that didn't remind him of her. And that she understood why she left. Rosario let Karen know that she had followed her out of the church and into the cemetery. Just to make sure she was okay. Karen felt her emotions bubble to the surface, letting the tears run down her cheeks. She hugged the maid, who in the end was one of her best friends, right along with Will, Grace and Jack.

So now she stood in front of will, crying trying to break the silence that had engulfed the two with no luck. Karen was staring at the floor trying to keep from falling apart all over again. Will stepped to her, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder before pulling her into a loving hug. He just stood there holding the woman he loved as she cried. Will picked her up as she held onto him for dear life closing the door as he walked to his old room. Once there, he murmured soft caring words into her ear, trying to get her to calm down a little. Will figured he needed to get her out of her dress to get her more comfortable.

Karen lay on Will's bed sobbing, aware of the fact she had been moved here. But wasn't really sure where he was now. She looked up at him as he re-entered the room carrying a wash cloth and some clothes. He put the clothes on the end of the bed, bringing the washcloth over to her. Will kneeled in front of Karen as she continued to cry.

His soft voice broke the air, "Honey, can you look at me."

His only response was a head shake and some groans, indicating no. Will stood up and crawled into bed. He pulled her, dress and all, into his lap. Her was face was hidden in his shirt and a mass of raven curls. He gently moved the hair out her face, removing any stray bobby pins and the veil. He ran his hands through her hair, untangling it as he went.

Karen felt his hands in her hair, reveling at the soothing calming touch. A sigh escaped in her ragged breathing. The tears had subsided for now, leaving an awful case of hiccups and constant sniffling. She felt the warmth and dampness of the washcloth on her face. It was such a soft loving touch that she almost lost it again. She heard his voice again, breaking the silence that had embraced them both.

"Kare, Honey, I need you to sit up." All he heard was a groan. "Please, you need to change out of the dress. Can you sit up for?"

Karen's whole body refused to move, but she acknowledged his request. Her tired voice was magic to his ears.

"Can you help me sit up?"

Kissing her on the forehead, he got down off the bed, so he could stand in front of her

"Give me your hands hon."

She raised her hands feebly and through great difficulty, he got her to sit up on the edge of the bed. Her dress was a tight fitting strapless gown that flowed out gracefully from her hips. Delicate beading and lace covered the bodice. There were hints of pink in the gown that shimmered ever so slightly in the light. The back of the gown had a single row of 35 small white buttons. It was an elegant and beautiful dress.

Will placed another kiss on her forehead before moving his hands to her shoulders and down her arms. He reached behind her to the row of buttons. Slowly undoing each button as she leaned into him for support. It broke his heart to take off her wedding dress, when they weren't even married.

As he worked his way through the single row of buttons, he felt her breathing even out. Indicating that her emotional exhaustion had won out, pulling her into sleep. Will reached the last button on the dress and pulled it down her body as best he could.

Karen felt Wills gentle and loving touches willing her into sleep. Vaguely aware of what was going on, Will carefully placed her back down on the bed. Underneath the gown she was wearing a cream colored bra with matching underwear. He smiled, probably for the first time since this had all happened. Thinking to him self how much she loved to have everything match, including her underwear. He moved to take off her high heels, letting her feet relax for a little bit. Picking up his old pair of college sweats, Will gingerly pulled them up Karen's body. These were her favorite pair of pants she slept in them almost regularly.

Picking up the flannel shirt, he slid it onto her arms before buttoning up the front. Will tucked her into bed before laying down himself. His heart warmed when he felt her snuggle into his side. Comfort. It had to be a comfort thing. But he didn't mind. Will loved all the little things he noticed about Karen while she slept. He smiled when he sees her nose wrinkle up or twitch slightly. He loved the slight puff of breath when she exhaled. The way her hair was naturally and unruly curly. He loved the perfume she wore and when she surprised him for lunch. Just because he had sounded stressed on the phone. He was in love. True and honestly in love, as she was with him. The fact that she had come back to him after she ran proved that. They'd figure out the details later. For know all he wanted was to sleep with the woman he loved.