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"We'll have to figure out logistics," Mackenzie says as she and Will head down to meet the others for breakfast. Sloan had texted Mac in all capital letters asking what the hell had happened the night before, and why were her pants on backwards?

"The first one needs explained in person, and the second I can't help you with," Mac had written back.

"What do you mean?" Will asks. He presses the button for the elevator, and leans against the wall to look at her.

"Where do we live? We have to live together. It'll look weird if we're married but maintaining separate apartments."

Right. They would have to live together. For a moment he let himself think about how good it would feel to leave work together every evening, arrive home at the same place, wake up every morning and have Mac be the first thing he saw.

He had missed her. He saw her every day and he missed her so much that sometimes it was physically painful.

"My place," he answers automatically, and her eyes narrow.

"Why your place?"

"Because it's nicer."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is," he argues. "It's bigger."

"I have a better view," she shoots back.

"That's arguable," he replies.

"Fine," she crosses her arms and sighs.

"Fine what?"

"I'll move into your apartment. But on one condition."

"I'm a little afraid to ask, but what is it?"

"I get to decorate. Your apartment is cold and impersonal, Will," she says.

"I like it like that," but he doesn't, not really, he liked it when her things were scattered around, when it wasn't so neat and tidy and looked more lived in. When it felt like home.

It hadn't felt like home in years.

Mackenzie waits, and Will sighs.

"Fine."

"Great," she gives him a small smile. "Look at that, we survived our first fight as a married couple!"

Married couple.

The sound of it makes Will's heart speed up. She's his wife. Mackenzie is his wife. It's surreal and wonderful, and he has a plan. He has a plan to make sure that it stays that way. That she stays his wife, even after a "reasonable amount of time" has passed. That she stays his wife forever if he can help it.

And okay, the plan isn't fully thought out yet, beyond "keep Mackenzie as Mrs. McAvoy at all costs," but he's getting there.

The elevator dings open and Mac steps inside. She twists the ring around her finger, and he's amazed at how quickly that has become a mindless habit for her.

"Will," her voice is quiet and serious, the way it gets when she's nervous about approaching a topic. "What are we telling them? The truth?" The truth is complicated, he thinks. "They're our friends. Do we lie to them?"

"Maybe we should just play it by ear, see how it goes," Will suggests. She nods, but she looks so flustered that Will can't help it. He grabs her hand and brings it up to his mouth and brushes a kiss across her knuckles. Her eyes widen, and then she smiles, and keeps her hand firmly in his as they step out into the lobby.

Mac doesn't mind moving in with him. She sort of figured they'd end up at his place, and that was okay by her. She likes his apartment, always has, and what she really wanted was to end up with the right to decorate however she wanted.

Plus, his apartment has a guest room, and hers does not. It's not like they're going to share a bed again, is it? No, that would be ridiculous. This marriage, as much as it pains her to say, is not real.

Only, Mac would give anything to be able to crawl into bed with Will at the end of every day and wake up with his arms around her every morning.

Thank God for TMI, she thought, but would never say that out loud. The annulment would have to be tabled for the moment, and if she had her way the annulment would just never happen.

Will's hand is strong and warm in hers as he leads her to the table where Sloan, Don, and Neal are already sitting. Mac takes a deep breath, as it to steel herself for battle, and then moves towards their friends and co-workers.

"I think you two got married last night," Sloan doesn't waste any time.

"We did," Will confirms. Mackenzie holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers.

"Holy shit," Sloan breathes out. "Seriously. Holy shit!"

"You guys!" Neal's excited, and he claps Will on the back and beams at Mackenzie.

Mac gives Neal a small smile, and allows herself to be pulled in for a hug by Sloan.

Only Don looks less than pleased, glancing back and forth between her and Will.

"Congratulations, right?" He asks. "Because if it's not a good thing, I need to leave, because I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think I might have been the one to suggest the whole marriage thing." Will gives him a reassuring smile; one that even Mac would believe was sincere if she didn't know better.

"It's a very good thing," he tells Don, picking up her hand and giving it a squeeze.

Will's phone starts buzzing almost immediately after they all settle down to have breakfast. He glances at the screen and sees Charlie's name and flashes it at Mackenzie as an explanation as he excuses himself from the table.

"You got married?!" Charlie yells as soon as Will answers.

"Hello to you too."

"I have a couple questions for you," Charlie says. "First, what the hell are you doing in Vegas? And two, what the hell is going on?"

"I came to Vegas for a guys weekend, and Mac just also happens to be here with Sloan for a bachelorette party," Will explains calmly.

"Bullshit," Charlie replies. "You followed her out there." Will had no argument. He had followed her out there. She announced that she was accompanying Sloan for a bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas, and Will had panicked slightly. Crazy things happened in Vegas.

People ended up accidentally married in Vegas.

Don had not been a very hard sell. He was equally interested in making sure that Sloan stayed out of trouble, and Neal had just been excited about a free trip.

"Charlie," Will starts to explain but Charlie cuts him off.

"Don't screw this up, Will," he warns. "I'm not sure how much alcohol was involved, and I don't know how you convinced her to marry your sorry ass, but I know that this is the best thing that could have happened to get the two of you to get your heads out of your asses and realize that you both love each other."

"You think she loves me?" Will asks softly and Charlie sighs.

"She married you, you idiot! Of course she loves you. Now, go give your wife a congratulatory kiss from me," and with that Charlie hung up the phone.

His wife.

That was not going to get old any time soon.

When he returns to the table, Mackenzie has ordered his breakfast for him, and it's waiting for him, along with a coffee just how he likes it. He slides into the chair next to her.

"Is everything okay?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"The news is out," he tells her. "He sends his love."

They have one more night in Vegas, but Sloan tells Mac she's not allowed to come out with the bachelorette.

"You're not a bachelorette," Sloan points out. "Besides, I invited you out here mostly so that you would stop moping about Will and Nina, and clearly that's not an issue anymore." Sometimes Mac isn't sure if she wants to hit Sloan or hug her, and she settles for a hug, knowing that Sloan isn't very good at this whole interacting with other humans thing, and is doing the best she can.

Don tells Will that he and Neal are going to go look for ladies, but Will can read between the lines and knows that means Don and Neal are going to follow Sloan and her friends all over Vegas.

So it ends up just being the two of them, and Will decides if they're going to do this, they're going to do it right, and books them reservations at a nice restaurant and tells Mackenzie to dress in her finery.

He moves his things into her hotel room, because his room was right next to Don's room, and he tells himself and Mac that it won't be awkward.

"I'll sleep on the couch," he gestures to the small couch in Mac's suite and she shakes her head vehemently.

"You will do no such thing," she tells him. "Your back will be killing you. It's fine. It's a big bed. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before. It's fine. We're both adults. It's fine." He would believe it more if she hadn't repeated "it's fine" three times. But he doesn't argue.

He waits for her to finish getting ready for dinner and when she steps out of the bathroom, his breath catches in his throat.

"You look…you look really great, Mac," he says, swallowing hard. She blushes.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Mr. McAvoy," she gives him a smile and he offers her his arm.

There are photographers waiting for them outside of the hotel, and he wraps his arm around Mac's shoulders as he leads her to the car he had ordered. He gives a little wave, and slides in next to her. He knows she hates this part of his celebrity, hates the photographers, hates being the story, and he leans over and presses a kiss to her temple before he really knows he's doing it.

Mac's eyes widen when he pulls away.

"That was good," she says after a beat. "It's good that they got those pictures. It makes it look real."

Will wants it to be real, wants it to be real more than he's ever wanted anything. And for the first time that day, with Mac's fingers tangled in his and Charlie's voice in his head telling him that of course she loves him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe Mac wants it to be real too.