This is my first fanfic ever so please be honest, I welcome the feedback! I am inspired by all of the amazing writers in this community thank you for sharing your talent. I want to thank Jubilee3 for writing the first fanfic I ever read and getting me pulled into this wonderful world. In the vein of "lover not a fighter"…I'm really a "reader not a writer" but I'm going for it anyway. A very special thank you goes to Janey57 who put the crazy idea in my head that I could write. Thank you for all of your kind words and encouragement!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters….I just love them a lot!

7:00a.m. Will scans his watch, "SHIT!" he takes a bite of toast from his left hand

and a drink of coffee from his right just as his phone rings. With a jolt, he spills coffee on his crisp white shirt. "Shit! DAMN phone!"…"Hi Mom, I can't talk now, I'm going to be late for my flight, I'll call you when I get to New York".

He systematically goes through his virtual checklist, "bag – check, keys – check, laptop – check, phone, where's my phone? SHIT, where did I put my phone?"…" IDIOT, it's in my hand!"

Will runs to the bedroom to throw on the cleanest, least wrinkled, shirt he can find, "So I might have worn it, just once though and it smells ok" talking to himself as he sniffs under each sleeve. "Plus it's blue which matches my eyes and maybe I'll sit next to some hot…OH MY GOSH WILL stop worrying about who you might sit next to…FOCUS!"

He balances the remaining toast between his teeth as he buttons his new, well, new enough shirt and sprints into the living room to gather his, "bag – check, keys – check, laptop – check ….phone…" surveying each item as his mind checks it off, steps into the hall, swings the door closed behind him. He hears his phone ring again "OH MY GOD, WHERE IS MY PHONE!" He steps back into his apartment, grabs his phone, and sprints back out the door, having missed the call.

"FINALLY", he exhales as he shuts the car door, starts the engine and pulls onto the street. He does his best to gather his thoughts, hoping it's more productive than his earlier attempt at gathering his belongings. He takes a few deep breaths, "Pull it together man…I won't be late…I won't be late…I won't be late." He utters to himself, channeling the power of positive thinking.

Will pulls in, OK SQUEALS, into the first available parking spot at the airport. Grabbing his stuff he utters, "bag – check, keys – check, laptop – check ….phone"…this time…"CHECK!"

All decorum goes out the window when you are 45 minutes from take off and you still need to get through O'Hare security. He dodges in and out of the crowd and cuts in line, not once but twice with a quick explanation, "Excuse me, going to miss my flight". Will surveys the available checkpoints, selecting the one he estimates to be the shortest. Not to mention, the one with the TSA officer he feels he can flirt with to expedite the process! He flashes his pearly whites with the stark realization, "DAMN did I even brush my teeth today?" He goes with the guaranteed eye brow lift, lash batting and sweet smirk, just the key to get him through the line without being selected for a full-body scan…

"YOU! THIS WAY!" a voice bellows. "Damn Will, you should have brushed your teeth, no one can resist your full on smile", he scolds himself. He looked in the direction of the voice to see a robust woman with a deeper voice than his own giving him the "come hither finger". A bit of panic set in until he realized she was directing him to the Premier line reserved for frequent fliers. "Phew, that could have been ugly." He spots a young man directing those in front of him to "Remove your shoes, empty the change from your pockets, no liquids….etc… "YES! Cute guy…I got this!" he boasts to himself.

Will steps up removing the necessary items, stating to the lady behind him, in a louder than normal tone "Thank you for letting me go in front of you - my flight is about to take off". Praying Mr. Cuter than Cute TSA Man is listening. He's in the home stretch with 15 minutes to spare. He takes a chance and winks at Mr. TSA GUY when…

Scenario #1: Mr. Cutie TSA Man laughs and Will slides through security, gathers his things and sprints to the gate…

Scenario #2: Mr. Cutie TSA Man winks back and detains Will for "a thorough pat down"… delaying his passage by 7 minutes…

8:45a.m. (the results of scenario #1): From down the hall, Will observes a petite blonde at his gate releasing the door-stop, knowing he literally has a second to act. He screams, "HOLD THAT DOOR!" Fortunately, she looked up to assess the noise, stopping the forward motion of the door just in the nick of time. Will hands her his boarding pass, inhales, exhales and begins his decent down the jet way. Feeling very proud of his negotiating skills, Will takes another deep breath and remembers he never checked the missed call. He locates his seat next to a very sweet looking grandma-type, "Guess I'm not sitting next to my soul mate on this flight." he whispers. He takes another deep breath and quickly listens to the message before the announcement to "turn off all mobile and electronic devices." NO WAY! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME… NO F…. Oops, no swearing in the company of grandma… the meeting in New York had been cancelled.

8:52a.m. (the results of scenario #2): Will begins screaming "HOLD THAT DOOR!" over and over as he hurdles over rolling bags being pulled in front of him. His momentum carries him directly to the gate, only to find a petite blonde standing in front of the door separating him from the final walk to the plane. "AAAAWWWWEEEE, S..H..I…" "Um… Hi, my name is Will Horton" trying desperately to control his breathing and temper, while turning on the charm. "I need to get on that plane. It's a matter of life or OK not death…but it's really important, PLEASE!" he pleads. Only to hear in response "Federal Regulations state…blah…blah…blah…" He stopped listening when she uttered "Federal".

Exasperated, he drops his bags to the floor, hangs his head and rests his hands on his knees trying to prevent his body from collapsing in frustration. He is completely and utterly disgusted with himself. "This is possibly the worst day of my life." Not realizing he said it out loud, "I'm sure you've had worse", says a voice from behind him. Fortunately, it's not the vocal quality of the security lady's, but rather one that is smoothly masculine, sultry even. "Impressive attempt, I didn't even try to make it," the voice continues. Will reached into his pocket hoping to find a mint SCORE, discretely brings it to his lips and pivots to face the owner of THE VOICE. Will finds that it belongs to Mr. Dark hair- Amazing chocolate eyes -Smile that exudes energy! Quite possibly the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Trying to find his words, Will stutters, "You um… were supposed to be on that... um...flight too?", "Yep" replies Mr. Beautiful. Will is astonished by his cool demeanor, "But you seem so calm about it?" Will says with surprise. "Well, I figure things happen for a reason. Who knows, maybe we were both meant to miss the flight" Mr. Beautiful states.

Will suddenly feels differently about his fate. He is no longer disappointed in the outcome, quite the opposite actually, he's exhilarated! He extends his hand toward the captivating stranger, "Hi, I'm Will!" In response, Mr. Beautiful stands, grasps Will's hand and shakes it firmly. "Hi Will, nice to meet you, I'm Sonny!"

To be or not to be continued…that it is the question…thoughts and feedback are much appreciated...oh and thank you for reading...