Sorry it has taken a bit to update! Year 12 life is crazy!

WARNING; talks about death and plane crashes.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.


Will had made his way home in a complete daze. What the hell was he supposed to do?

He decided he would just grow a pair and call her.

One ring, two ring, three, four. He was starting to think she was just going to ignore. Well who could blame her? He had shattered her heart into a million pieces.

"What?" Her voice was distant, damaged, somewhat irritated.

"It's me" was all he could mutter. The tone of her voice sent shivers all the way down his spine.

"I'm getting on a plane to my mothers. I can't talk now, I can't talk ever Will" and with that she hung up. She never wanted to talk to him again, she never wanted to see his beaming smile, his irresistible laugh, his soft hands.

That's when Will began drowning his sorrows with alcohol. One beer, two beers, three, four, then he lost count and everything just seemed to go by in a blur.


It was about 10am the next morning when Will woke with an incredible hangover. Someone was pounding furiously at his front door. Who the fuck could that be? He thought to himself as he stumbled out of bed and made his way to the front door.

Upon opening the door he wasn't sure whether he should be absolutely terrified, ashamed or heartbroken once more.

It was Owen and boy did he look pissed.

"How many times?" Owen had began before Will had a chance to start defending his actions. Who was he kidding, he had no right to define his actions.

Will was quite confused as to what Owen was talking about specifically so a "huh?" was all he replied

Owen burst past Will and into his house; he went straight to his kitchen pouring himself a glass of wine before continuing.

"How many times do you have to hurt my sister. She's fragile, you know" Owen was quite protective of his sister.

"I didn't me..an to..." was all that Will was able to mutter. These conversations with Owen always made him uncomfortable, especially now with his pounding headache.

"Don't give me that bullshit!"

"It's none of you business anyways. I love her and l blew, there's nothing that can be done." Will was almost certain of that.

"Maybe grow a pair and just tell her you're sorry?" His was dead set serious.

"Mmm" was all that Will replied.

Will was growing tired of Owen's badgering so he turned the tv on in hope that he would just shut up.

It worked too because the news headline they saw on tv next sent chills down both of their spines.

'QS4738 has crashed, all passengers are presumed dead'.

Owen gasped and shook his head, whilst Will looked him wondering what the fuck was going on. Then he had a thought, one that made him want to curl up into a ball and die.

"It's n..ot?" Will stuttered, asking a question that he wasn't quite sure he wanted the answer to.

A nod from Owen confirmed his worst nightmare that he ever thought possible. The love of his life is most likely dead.

He would have no chance to say sorry, no chance to have make up sex, no chance to wake up to her beautiful smile every day, no chance of touching her glorious skin, or seeing her ever so touching smile.

Will had to get out of his house, now. He made his way outside to get some fresh air, even though he knew it'd made no difference, his heart had just been ripped out.

At least five hours had gone by when Will had managed to stumble his way into his office. Why the hell had he come to work? He hadn't wanted anyone to see him this way.

Next thing he knew, Diane was standing in his door way. Her face was saturated with tears that were still flowing freely down her cheeks.

One look at each other and they embraced in one the strongest, longest hugs the two had ever been a part of. Time just seemed to stand still.

Diane just as silently as she had entered, she was gone again. No words had been said but each one knew what the other was thinking. They were both in the first stage of mourning their beloved Alicia.


When Alicia had gotten Will's phone call at the airport, her blood was boiling. How dare he call her! He was most likely going to say some negative shit again away so she cut him off short, disgusted with what they had become.

It was at least three hours before she had to board her flight to go to her mother's and this gave her plenty of time to contemplate how her life had become such a fucking mess?

Was it all her fault? Is it because she never told Will that she loved him? Nor did he do the same? Maybe this was fate, exactly how and where they were supposed to end up in the world.

No. she had had enough of avoiding what they were both so certain of. But that was gone now. He had hurt too much this time, she was now damaged goods and he had to be held responsible for this.

Alicia decided to ditch the idea of going to her mother's and head straight to her old work and set him straight. She had chosen Peter because they never would have worked out, she knew that, he knew that.

On her way to Lockhart Gardner she all of a sudden felt absolutely drained so she pulled over and fell asleep instantly, not giving a damn about how uncomfortable the car was.

She woke at about three in the afternoon of the next day, how the hell had she slept so long? In her car too. Must have been because she hadn't slept in over four days.

Once again she was on her way to Lockhart Gardner to give Will a piece of her mind.


Once she stepped off the elevator, there was no going back, she was going to rip into him.

"Alicia?" she heard her name in the distance, it was a junior associate who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

"Yeah?" Alicia replied a little too pissed off.

When the junior associate didn't reply and just stood there in shock, Alicia made a beeline for Will's office.

But everywhere she looked; everyone was staring at her. Why? It wasn't like the stares she had gotten yesterday when she got fired. These stares were one of shock and complete horror all mixed into one.

She stopped dead in her tracks, she needed to know what the hell was going on and now.

Instead of making her way to Will's office, she instead opted for Diane's.

She opened Diane's door without bothering to knock. The sight she saw made her stomach clench and a shiver run up and down her spine.

There sat Diane behind her desk; tears streaming down her face, her head resting partially on her desk, she was trembling. Kirk was by her side, embracing her in a hug that looked incredibly uncomfortable and awkward for him.

"Diane?" Alicia wasn't so sure she wanted to know what was wrong. What could possibly have made her Aunty so upset?

As soon as she said her name though, both Diane and Kirk's head whipped up faster than the speed of light.

"Kirk, you too?" Diane asked him, she was hoping that she was seeing her again. One nod from Kirk and she knew it was real.

Diane practically sprinted over to Alicia and hugged her. The hug lasted longer than the one with Will but the scenario was still rather similar, though this time she was crying with relief.

Diane took one step backwards and took in the sight of Alicia.

"How are you alive?" was all Diane could muster.

"What do you mean?" Alicia had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

Diane unable to speak, so Kirk filled the void by flicking on the TV above where Alicia stood. There it was again, the headline that had sent everyone into a state of mourning and disbelief.

'QS4738 has crashed, all passengers are presumed dead'.

"Holy shit" Alicia muttered.

"I decided not to go…" she continued on.

"You always were one for great timing" Diane let out a laugh, unable to believe it.


They talked for about another twenty minutes before Alicia realised that maybe she should let everyone else know she wasn't dead.

She called Owen, her mum, her children, Peter, Cary and Diane told everyone else. Except Will.

"Where's Will?" Alicia asked.

She was positive he would be taking this hard. She still hated him at the moment but she knew what it was like thinking the one you love is dead. He had a right to know she was still alive but that was it. She owed him no favours. He owed her over a million favours though.

"In his office?" Diane questioned.

"Alicia, he took it pretty hard. Be careful, his fragile" she continued on.

With a nod, Alicia left Diane's office and made her way across the hall to Wills.

She decided to knock in case he wasn't decent, but when he didn't reply she entered anyways.

He was sprawled along his lounge, he looked absolutely terrible. His hair was a complete mess, his shirt unbuttoned and creased, his shoes thrown around the room, he looked as though he had aged ten years in a couple of hours.

As Alicia had stepped into his office, he didn't move a single muscle. He was so used to her smell now that it had become a part of him.

She made her way over to him and kneeled next to his body.

"Will," she whispered in his ear. She was having difficult hating him still because seeing him so damaged broke her heart. More so than his words had broken hers.

Will was startled, he bolted upright, not sure whether he was dreaming or whether it was real. His face resting in his hands, he was in shock once again.

"It's me Will, I didn't get on the plane" she offered, hoping he would realise that he wasn't dreaming.

He reached out and touched her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek before he let out a shriek of pain and tears were once again pouring down his cheeks.

Almost instinctively she sat on the couch next to him and pulled him into a bear hug while he cried his heart out with relief.

They were soon lying on the couch together, Alicia on the bottom with Will crawled up into a ball on top of her. It was like this they fell asleep together.

Alicia hadn't forgiven him yet but she loved him too much to see him hurt this much on his own.

Maybe they would work out alright? Or is this just a night of comforting one another and tomorrow everything would be back to normal?


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