Disclaimer: I do not own the good wife or any of the show's characters.
Author's notes: These are a series of vignettes about Alicia and her relationship with Matthew Ashbaugh. Some are just random memories and some are sad.
Thank you for reading.
Pairing: Matthew/Alicia. Willicia, in later chapters.
Rating: K +
Etiam in morte, superest amor
"Hey, Alicia!" Matthew cheerfully opened. the door to find her familiar face. "To what do I owe the honour?"
"You called me, Mr. Ashbaugh. A couple of days ago. We're going to go over the new case, remember?"
He was considerably embarrassed but simply laughed it off. "Oh, yes. I've been so busy here, I forgot."
Alicia quietly cleared her throat and looked over his shoulder, she was still standing on the doorstep. Matthew, realizing this, quickly invited her in. "Oh, please. Come in."
His home was dully lit and filled with books and bizarre statuettes lined the shelves. A reading nook caught her attention, along with leather upholstered reading chairs, and a tiny cherry wood coffee table sat on a large carpet in the living room.
The smell of a strangers house. The scent of food, clean carpet, plastic, and something like the health drink Ensure.
"In here," she heard him say from the kitchen.
When she stepped into the brightly illuminated room, his back was turned to her as he was putting something on a plate. Her stomach lurched.
"You hungry?" he asked and placed a dish on the place mat before him.
"Um. No. I can't. I'm going to diner with my husband as soon as I'm through here," She answered.
"...Oh, well," Ashbaugh replied and retrieved his drink, Grenache wine in a teroldego glass, and smiled to see Alicia's head cock. "...more for me."
It was strange to see him in a casual black dress shirt and jeans.
"Okay," she huffed and slapped some files onto the table top and took a seat. Matthew sat near her. "Who was it that I am suing, again?"
"...Gordon Higgs."
"Oh, yes. The little man who's obsessed with pastries."
"Yes."
"Don't eat them."
"What?"
"Don't eat them if he offers them to you. He says they're bad because of the the calories but I know better."
"Ah..." She furrowed her brow, not comprehending what he meant but, at the same time, not wanting him to elaborate.