Okay okay, you guys convinced me to add another chapter to this. I love all of you who left reviews on this or my other two stories and I am so sorry I don't update too often or thoroughly edit my stuff. Between class, work and the 30940294 student orgs I'm in, I can barely find time. :( :(. Anyway, this is just a teaser for the next chapter. I am hoping to finish the rest tonight and post it sometime tomorrow. And hopefully post another chapter of my other fic "I heard it" and/or a one shot sometime tonight or tomorrow. It's a three day weekend so I should have some small amount of spare time. Sooo, yeah, call this chapter 2 PART ONE.

The chair in Dr. Habib's office was comfortable-almost too comfortable. It was as if after a few minutes of sitting in a session, the cool soothing leather cushion coaxed Will into thinking that therapy was a good idea. Or maybe it was just that Habib knew what he was doing.

He had spent the entire first ten minutes of his session talking about complete bullshit: the stories they were covering, his sleeping habits, and a load of other crap that Habib could see straight through. Will wasn't as opaque as he thought he was and Habib could read him like a book.

In the middle of Will droning on about another meaningless life annoyance, Habib interrupted him.

"So what about Mackenzie?"

Will put on a slightly sour expression in irritation of being interrupted and also irritation of Habib bring up precisely the topic Will wished to avoid.

"What about her?" Will spat back.

"Well, after ten minutes of things that don't make a difference, I thought I'd steer the conversation toward something more productive. How are you and Mackenzie? Has anything changed?"

"Mac and I are fine. She is my EP and I'm the anchor, end of story."

"Right."

"That's the way it is."

"Okay."

Habib's short answers and raised eyebrows told Will he wasn't buying any of his antics.

"I left her a voicemail," Will started.

"A voicemail? When? What did you say?"

"A while ago, early May. I said…" Will had to pause for a minutes. He could barely admit to himself what he'd said that night, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to tell Habib.

"I was high." Will quickly added to set up a context. "I was high and I basically admitted that I still love her; that I never stopped loving her. I asked her if she thought we could ever possibly be together again, but I also asked that if her answer was 'no' to not call back or acknowledge it at all. That sort of caused a problem."

"How?"

"Well, she never got the voicemail. Her phone was hacked and it was deleted."

Habib took a moment to look Will in the eye as he pieced together what happened. It didn't take long for him to fill in the blanks.

"So," Habib began, "You were vulnerable. You poured your heart out to her…"

"I was high though," Will made sure to inject that fact as a disclaimer, but Habib didn't seem to care.

"Yeah, high or not, all of it was the truth," Habib continued. "So, you let her know you still love her, but she never hears the voicemail and you assume she had and all this time you thought she rejected you."

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Will glanced at the floor, unable to look at Habib directly because he had been spot on in his assumptions.

"So, for a little while you felt that you had been betrayed and rejected."

Will thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah."

"I'm also going to assume that Mackenzie still has no idea what the message said."

Will nodded.

"She knows the message exists now, but not what it said. Although, she's smart. She's most likely already has an idea of what it said."

"And she's been pestering you to tell her."

"Yes," Will said, slightly laughing. If he had a dime for every time Mac asked him what the message said, he'd be rich enough to own an island in the Bahamas.

"Well, she probably does already have a pretty good guess to what it says," Habib said. "So now, she just wants to hear you say it."

Will knew every word Habib said was correct, but he desperately wished it wasn't so. He wished Mackenzie could stay in ignorance and the whole issue would disappear. He desperately didn't want to face this now. Of course, he could simply continue to insist to Mac that he has no memory of what the message said, but he knows that she can tell he's lying. He hates that she can tell he's lying. He hates the she knows him so well. He also loves the she knows him so well, but no body needs to know that.

"I assume you think that I should tell her what the message said," Will said with a condescending tone. He knew what Habib was going to say and he already knew he was not going to follow his advice. However, Habib surprised him.

"No," Habib responded confidently.

"What?" Will stared incredulously. Now, he had no idea where this guy's head was.

"Don't tell her what the message said. You aren't ready to tell her that yet," Habib explained. "I don't think you need to tell her what it said, but I do think you need to talk to her. You will never be able to overcome the hurt simply by talking to me each week. You need to talk to her. The two of you need to work this out together. Once you have done that, then tell her."

I know, I know, I know: that was short and totally lacking. Well, it's supposed to be that way because this is really only the opening scene of Chapter 2. I have the rest pretty much either written or planned out. But, I am having some trouble figuring out how to transition from this scene to the next one. I need something in between to make it flow better. Hopefully sometime tomorrow I will post the rest.

SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 2 PART 2: Mac's knife wound scar will make an appearance. And there will be fluff! Because I am a sucker for fluff. I can't help it. :p