Awww guys! The follows and reviews made my heart all warm and fuzzy! I wasn't sure how anyone would like a younger Willicia AU. I needed something to help (because it's impossible to cure) the pain of losing our Will. DANICA- actually, Peter is the one with the Maserati and the expensive suits ;)

Btw, the cover photo isn't showing Alicia in it so I put a link at the end of the chapter. Anyway, onward to chapter 2! The beginning is based on these lyrics you all might know:

"Still in bed at 10, the work began at 8. You burned your breakfast so far, things are going great."

Rated T for some swearing (no F words though)

Beep beep beep.

Where did that come from? He was only dreaming of receiving pats on the back for being the most kick-ass lawyer in the courtroom. The annoying ring seemed completely irrelevant to what was going on.

Beep beep beep.

It wasn't in the dream. It was in real life.

Will, with his head buried in his pillow, stretched his arm out to find the source of the noise. He knocked over whatever he touched, and smiled contentedly into his pillow when the sound stopped.

It was two hours later when he awoke again.

He managed to lift his head up and looked at the ground. His clock was broken.

"So that's what that was," he muttered to himself, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. "Why did I set it in the first place?" His eyes flew open. "Oh, shit!"

Sara was going to kill him.

Technically, it was her fault for coming in on an early morning flight. Who wanted to fly that early anyway?

Sara was supposed to come in at 9:30 A.M into LaGuardia airport. If Will was thinking correctly, her flight was two hours long and Chicago was one hour behind. That meant her flight from Chicago had taken off at around 6:30.

His sister was crazy.

And it was already 10:00. Of course, just his luck, Audra started work at 7 in the morning on Mondays and couldn't bother to remind him about their sister, or call him to see if he was on his way to the airport. Speaking of...

Will jumped out of bed in a hurry and got dressed (taking a shirt out of his laundry bin because he hadn't done laundry in a while). He should not have bothered with breakfast, being late enough as he was, but he listened to his stomach instead of his head. Sara could wait an extra ten minutes. He would just tell her there was bad traffic.

He put a leftover pizza from work into the microwave and ate it in the car.

Of course New York City would have traffic on a Monday in the middle of the day. Will didn't know why he would expect anything less.

It didn't help that Sara started calling him right as he was cut off and nearly hit when another car entered the highway without yielding.

Will called her back when he was at passenger pick-up. "Could you just come outside so I don't have to park?" It wasn't that he was trying to be rude. It was just easier that way (and parking prices were ridiculous).

Sara, as expected, was not happy about it. She took one look at him and knew right away he had overslept and forgotten about her.

"That shirt was fetched out of your pile of dirty clothes, wasn't it?"

It didn't help him when he burned the breakfast he had offered to make her.

Going to work was the bright spot in his day. Typically, he and Kalinda would take two different sides of the city. Will would go to the West side and Kalinda would go to the East side. Sometimes, they switched.

Thankfully, there wasn't much on a Monday afternoon. There was only one person on the list for Will to drop pizza off to.

"Do you need a taste tester?" he peered over Cary's shoulder and took a pepperoni off a pizza.

"People are going to eat this, Will!"

"My hands are clean."

Cary was one of Will's favorite co-workers. He kept calm when others might not, but he was a sneaky bastard too.

"Burdine. I'm positive I just made a delivery to this house."

Cary looked at the address. "I know the Burdines! That's Robyn, she's a pizza addict."

Cary wasn't kidding. The Burdines (or just Robyn herself) had ordered two boxes of barbecue pizza with a side order of bread sticks. Will waited for the pizza to be done before taking it and delivering it. Robyn, the same girl who had answered the door on Saturday, took the boxes, paid in cash and told Will to keep the change.

Will stayed for his four-hour shift and went home to find Sara cleaning their apartment. Mr. Gardner had sold their house a year before he passed and the family had moved into an apartment. Once he passed, Will and Audra moved to a smaller and much more affordable apartment.

"Do you still play guitar?" his sister asked.

He took out one of his most prized possessions. "Yep."

Audra took out her guitar and practiced with him when she returned from work.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Will went to visit Diane at her firm. She was his mentor and his admiration for her grew with every visit he made. That didn't mean, of course, that they agreed on everything, but they respected each others thoughts and ideas.

On Thursday, he researched various law schools and made a note of the "top three" he would most like to apply to. And at night, he made deliveries.

Friday night, he arrived at work to find a list longer than his arm. One household, the Florricks, ordered enough to feed an entire army.

"What's all this?" he asked Mr. Childs.

"The Florrick family."

"I can see that's their name, but why are they ordering so much? Is it a party or a family of 20?"

"Mr. Florrick is the State's Attorney," Mr. Child's told Will. "I thought you would know who he was. They're having a party tonight."

Will should have known who Mr. Florrick was but he didn't. He should have cared more than he did, but all he was supposed to do was make a delivery. He didn't know why the State Attorney was ordering pizza for a party when he should be ordering something more fancy, but it wasn't Will's place to question.

Ten boxes later, Will was on his way and looking at the GPS to guide him to the house.

His jaw dropped open when he got there. Damn. This family was loaded.

He walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered, but he was hearing chatting. It was just not coming from inside.

Will walked to the backyard (which was the size of a neighborhood) and looked for anyone that might be a Florrick that ordered pizza. A few people glanced his way but didn't walk over. He finally approached someone at random. It was either that or stand around looking like a fool.

"Excuse me," he said to the stranger. "Do you know where I might find Mr. Florrick?" He motioned to the boxes in his hands.

The man pointed to an older woman (who was at least in her 50's). "That's his wife."

Will pursed his lips and walked over to Mrs. Florrick. She didn't look like the type you could ask for a warm hug from.

"Mrs. Florrick?"

The woman turned around and scanned him quickly. "Yes?"

"Your husband ordered this."

She scoffed. "I think you have the wrong house."

"I don't think I do," Will pulled out the list he was given and pointed to their name and address. "I do believe your husband ordered this."

"And why would my husband, the State's Attorney, order a dozen of-" she waved her hands at the boxes, "whatever those are in your hands."

Will did his best not to retort. This woman was feisty. "Pizza. And anyone could order pizza Mrs. Florrick. It doesn't matter what their profession is."

"Look around you," Will glanced. "These people are politicians, legal experts, and the most respectable people we know, here for my husbands speech on today's court system. Do you really believe my husband would order pizza for this type of event?"

Will was stumped. She had a point, but at the same time, pizza was given out at the Oscars. He didn't think that would make a very good case though.

"It's mine," said a voice behind Will, taking the boxes from Will. "Not all of them. Dad and I are going to have some after everyone leaves."

"Peter, why would you order so many?" Mrs. Florrick asked.

"Alicia liked the pizza from this place. We ordered last weekend and she wanted it again," Will's ears perked up at the name Alicia. Obviously, this guy was the Florrick's son if he was referring to the State Attorney as "Dad."

"Are any of these for the guests?" Mrs. Florrick asked her son.

"I'm sure some of it is," Peter answered.

"First he has his affair and now he wants to kill us all by heart attacks," Mrs. Florrick said impatiently. Will looked away, his eyes widening. He wasn't sure he was supposed to hear the first part of that. "Peter, pay the boy. Your father is speaking in five minutes."

"Here you go. Keep it," Peter gave Will a $100 dollar bill and went inside the house with the boxes.

"Jackie's a piece of work, isn't she?"

"Holy sh-!" Will jumped and turned around. He was extremely thankful he didn't have the pizza boxes still in his hands, because half of them would have opened on the ground. The girl raised her eyebrows at him, a small knowing smile on her lips.

He had only seen her once, but he knew who she was.

Cavanaugh. Alicia. Alicia Cavanaugh.

"She means well. I think," Alicia took a sip from the glass in her hands. "Sometimes I think she's struggling, but she keeps it to herself. I don't know. What I do know, is that she loves her son."

"Peter?"

"She wants me to marry him," Alicia looked Will in the eye.

"And you don't want to?"

"I can see us married, but I can't see us happy for long. I think we'd be working on making our marriage work more than we would on making each other happy, if that makes sense," she looked at him, open-mouthed. "I'm sorry. Here I am telling you things without first telling you my name. I'm Alicia Cavanaugh."

"Will Gardner," they shook hands.

"I should let you go then. I'm sure it's a busy night."

A lightbulb flashed in Will's mind. He had almost forgotten he was supposed to go pick up more addresses. "You're right, I should be heading back."

"Excuse me," Alicia tried to get the attention of a staff member serving hors d'oeuvres. "Excuse me!" the woman, who Will had no doubt had heard Alicia, kept walking. "I don't know what I ever did to her. She's been doing this all night."

"You can say bitch," Will told her.

Alicia looked at him and saw he was being serious. "I can't do that."

"Why not? It's true. If you want to say bitch, say bitch."

Alicia looked to where the woman was. "Bitch!" she said. It was quiet enough that nobody heard, but just barely loud enough for Will.

Will smiled. "See? She didn't hear it, but it makes you feel better," he looked at his watch. "I definitely need to head back."

"Probably best. Mr. Florrick is getting up," Alicia peered into the crowd. "Thank you again for the pizza. I was thinking you looked familiar when I saw you. Weren't you the one who came by my house on Saturday?"

Will was impressed she had remembered what he even looked like. "I was."

"You have a very distinct look. You look like you belong in the Dead Poet's Society."

That was a first. "Um, thank you?"

"It's not bad at all," she looked back to Mr. Florrick. "Who knows? If your pizza is always this good, I might call again."

Trying not to look too eager, Will only nodded. After saying good-bye, he headed back to his car to go back to work. The rest of the night was nowhere near as eventful, but Will spent the rest of it in a pleasant mood. Not even traffic made him irritated. On Saturday morning, he even remembered to wake up and take Sara back to the airport (part of the reason was because Audra was awake and at home), not even knowing what brought the high spirits.

Getting his check that night didn't hurt either. He wasn't going to be able to put it into the bank until Monday morning, but knowing it was there, and how much was on it, kept him smiling nearly the rest of the night (an obnoxious customer wiped the smile away in less than a minute).

Will's life was being kept busy, but it lacked something. He felt the rush, and irritation, each time he was stuck in city traffic. He had his two sisters, a job, and a mentor helping him get into law school.

What he lacked was true excitement. On many days, he had to drag his feet to go to work. He enjoyed seeing his co-workers, but there was nobody special in his life that wasn't family. Not that he was in any hurry. His last girlfriend, Tammy Linata, had moved to England for a full-time job. She had wanted him to come with her, but Will was not in a position to move all the way to England for a relationship he wasn't sure would work out in the long run. He almost did go. But when she called from the airport to ask if he had changed his mind, he gave her his final answer.

Will knew it would be worth saying no.

He just had to find a reason.

Couldn't resist the Dead Poet's Society reference! =D

So, as you can see, Peter's dad is State's Attorney right now. And Jackie is still, well, Jackie. I'm still deciding on what Alicia should do. Nanny to a little Zach and Grace? Lol (I'd only mention them). Should she be studying law or something not-canon?