A/n: So I decided to scratch the idea of having the chapters in chronological order because I scratched another idea too. That was only having the chapters about the Back Nine episodes...I've gotten requests to do alternate scenes of scenes in the First Thirteen so the alternate scenes are going to be all throughout the season.

This one for example. I wasn't sure about doing this because I like the fact that Will never cheated on Terri with Emma until he decided to leave her but this is just fanfiction and Wemma is too cute to pass up so...here it is.


What if: Will had kissed Emma in the science room in 'Showmance'


Will sighed heavily as he looked into the science lab. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He looked down at the janitor's cart he was holding onto and then at the blue jump suit he was dressed in. In the four years he had went to high school there and the five years he had worked there as a spanish teacher he had never expected to work as a janitor.

But he was doing it for a reason. He was doing it for Terri, for his family. Terri wanted a house and he agreed, they needed a house especially now that they were going to have a baby. He needed to provide for his family and after Emma made him realize that becoming an accountant was not what was he was meant to do, he knew he had to find a way to make more money another way. Sue's laziness actually helped him for once.

Will pushed the cart into the room and looked around. The room was a lot larger than he remembered. He groaned lowly.

For Terri. For the baby, come on Will stop complaining. He told himself.

At another look upon the janitor's cart he realized he had no idea what anything was apart from the mop, broom, bucket, garbage pail, and garbage bag. The head custodian had run everything over with him but he went way too fast for Will to catch anything he said.

With another sigh, he lifted the broom and began to sweep up the floor. He was disgusted to find out the floor was a lot dirtier than he thought it would be.

After he swept up the floor, he grabbed a blue liquid in an unlabeled bottle. He shrugged, it sure looked like floor cleaner.

He filled a bucket half with water and the blue liquid and began to mop up the floor and the floor seemed to be getting cleaner.

As he was cleaning the floor he had come to discover that under many of the tables was alot of chewed gum. His face scrunched up in disgust when he thought about having to remove it. He then wondered how the underside of the desks in his room looked.

After mopping up the floor he set out to clean the gum off from under the desks. He grabbed the scraper from his cart and crawled under the first table. He grimaced again as he scraped the gum off letting each piece land in the garbage pail he brought with him.

After the first desk was done, he moved to the second desk, groaning at the thought of having to do the whole room.

He got to a particularly nasty glob of gum just as heard, "Will?"

Out of surprise he jumped and hit his head on the desk. His hand flew to his head and he backed out from under the desk, looking for the owner of the voice that called his name. "Emma!" He stated in surprise, seeing the red head standing there, looking just as surprised to see him as he was to see her. "What are you doing here so late?"

"I do SAT prep on tuesday nights..." Emma explained. "Are you um...are you a janitor?"

"A ja- no!" He shook his head, shrugging non-chalantly. The more people that didn't know about his second job the better, even if it was just Emma.

"Really? Cuz your just like a janitor and your shirt says 'Will'." She pointed to the name tag sewn into his shirt and he tried to ignore the heart flutter at her adorable accent saying his name.

"Um...Terri and I are trying to buy a house and we're, you know, struggling to make ends meet..." He paused and watched Emma nod at him with her wide brown eyes. He sighed quietly and continued, "I'm really embarrassed." He said with a nervous laugh, quickly glancing down at the floor to avoid her gaze. Then he slowly glanced up at her shamefully, "Would you mind keep this between us?"

A breathtaking smile spread across Emma's face and she shifted her bag over her shoulder. "Yeah. Yeah, oh yeah your secret's completely safe with me."

"Thank you." Will nodded gratefully.

Emma scanned the room for a second and then motioned towards the desk. "Do you want a hand?"

"Oh no." He shook his hands. "I'm good really."

"Really?" Emma questioned, trying to hide a laugh. "Because um, I can see from here that you used window cleaner to mop the floor and that keyboard is crawling in E. Coli because I know for a fact Miss Hoffmeir doesn't wash her hands after doing number two's." She held up two fingers with a small nod.

Will stared at her blankly and she continued to smile at him. He blinked for a few times and then coughed awkwardly. "Oh...oh uh yeah sure...why don't you um..." He motioned towards the janitors cart. "...well yeah." He laughed nervously and Emma beamed at him, giggling softly.

Emma walked over to the janitors cart and looked around at all the supplies. She pursed her lips and then shuffled through her bag and pulled out something, making an 'a-ha' sounding noise.

Curiously, Will leaned over to see what Emma had pulled out of her bag. "You carry a toothbrush around?" Will asked.

Emma turned to him, looking like a deer caught in headlights, and then smiled sheepishly. "Well...um yes. You never know when you might, um, you know need it."

Will lifted his eyebrows, thinking and then nodded in agreement. He watched Emma dab a little soap onto the brand new, just out of the plastic, toothbrush and then walk towards the keyboard.

While she cleaned the keyboard, he went back to scraping the gum out from under the desk. While he moved around the room, he occasionally glanced to Emma. She had moved from the keyboard to the pencil sharpener. She was so graceful and dainty even while she cleaned. While she scrubbed the pencil sharpener with one hand the other hovered in the air, like she was a princess. She was certainly as beautiful as one.

Stop it! He scolded himself and went back to scraping under the desk. Once all the gum was gone, he looked to Emma and found she was still scrubbing that pencil sharpener.

Will furrowed his brow but then shook it off and went to put the scraper away and grabbed the feather duster. Emma looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. He smiled back, momentarily mesmerized by it.

Will shook his head to clear his mind and walked around the room, dusting each and every surface. After he finished, Emma was still at that pencil sharpener.

From observing her over the past two years he had come to know that Emma liked things to be clean. She cleaned the table at lunch every day, she cleaned her desk in her office, her windows, her door handles, the chairs in her room, she even cleaned her fruit. He didn't mind it, of course. It what made Emma, Emma. He found her mysophobia quite adorable even.

At least he didn't have to worry about seeing a sloppy office every time he passed the guidance room. The woman before Emma was so unorganized, papers were everywhere and the garbage overflowed. The kids didn't even like to visit her. Will was so relieved when Figgins finally booted her out. When Emma arrived, she had made the office so clean Will didn't think Figgins had found a replacement yet. That was until he saw her coming down the hall and towards the office. His breath caught at the sight of her, he actually couldn't breathe for about twenty seconds. He was extremely grateful that Mrs. Reyer left, but he was even more grateful that Miss Pillsbury was her replacement.

Shaking his head to bring him off of memory lane, he moved to get a chair. He dragged it under the 'planets' mobile hanging from the ceiling. He didn't know what he was doing, did the mobile even need dusting? It was just a project that would probably be coming down within the next few weeks. However, he needed something to keep his mind off Emma.

It didn't last very long. Emma's sweet voice reached his ears and brought back all that he was trying to forget. "I really admire you working so hard for something you want."

Will paused a second to look at her and saw that she hadn't looked up to speak to him. He continued to dust the mobile for a second before turning back to her, "Let's make a deal." Emma turned to look at him with a smile. "You're helping me with my problem," he continued, "Let me take a stab at one of yours."

Emma's smile faded. "Oh no I don't...I don't have a problem." She shook her head and then returned to scrubbing the pencil sharpener.

"You've been scrubbing that pencil sharpener for over an hour." He said pointedly.

"Well I mean I have a little trouble with messes," She paused in her cleaning and turned to face him, "But its not like its a...problem."

Will lowered himself down and took a seat on top of a desk, raising his eyebrows at her pointedly and then gave her a small reassuring smile to urge her to continue.

"Okay." She sighed, turning all the way towards him and folding her hands in front of her. "Um...when I was a little girl it was a dream to work on a dairy farm." She admitted shyly.

"Really?" He asked with a laugh.

Emma smiled in response and continued, "...and when I was eight we finally visited one and after the tour and the yogurt tasting my..." She paused and swallowed hard, "..my brother pushed me into the runoff lagoon."

"What?" Will asked in shock and skepticism.

"And um...ever since then I've just...I've had a little trouble forgetting the uh...the smell." She explained.

Will stared at her in silence for a few moments, not really knowing what to say. He had the feeling, judging by Emma's seeming reluctance to tell the story, that she had never really told that to anyone before. "Have you thought about, I don't know, maybe seeing someone about that?" He wasn't trying to be cruel about it. He generally wanted to help Emma. He couldn't imagine being pushed into a runoff lagoon and how traumatizing that experience must have been for her. He somehow he wished he could have been there to protect her from that disgusting trip.

"Oh no its completely manageable!" Emma reassured him. "You know I just take lots of showers and I um..you know I don't eat dairy so..." She trailed off as Will rose from his seat, a look of determination on his face.

If Emma wouldn't see a therapist, maybe he could be her therapist. He was taking on many new jobs lately. "I want to try..." He spoke, walking over to the chalkboard and running his finger along the chalk dust. He lifted his finger to show her his white finger tip, "...a little experiment."

Will stepped closer to her and she kept her eyes on his chalky finger. "Oh no, no, no." She started to protest. "I'm not really..um..comfortable with...with..."

Will continued to get closer to her and he reached out and dabbed the chalk dust onto her nose as she let out a whisper, "...that."

She stared at her nose for a few seconds and then lifted her eyes to meet his. The moment his finger brushed against her nose, he felt a spark rush through him. He had only touched Emma a handful of times, he tried his best not to touch her because he knew she didn't like to be touched. But every time he did touch her he felt a little buzz of something race through him but nothing compared to what he felt in that moment. His whole body was set to warmth, his heart took off like a rocket and butterflies erupted in his stomach. He hadn't felt like that since high school. Since he first saw April Rhodes, since he first started dating Terri. He didn't feel like that for Terri anymore. He loved Terri, sure but her name didn't send flutters to his heart. Her smile didn't light up his whole world, her voice didn't send shivers down his spine. Terri didn't look at him the way Emma was looking at him right now.

What felt like an eternity later, Will lifted his other arm to wipe away the chalk dust from her nose. As soon as his flesh touched her, the spark ignited again and even if he wanted to he wouldn't be able to look away from her. "There." His voice was soft and quiet. Emma's eyes which had fluttered closed, opened to look at him. "Ten seconds." He could hear the tone of his voice. He knew that tone.

"New record." Emma whispered, staring into his eyes. She didn't seem at all affected by the chalk dust that was on her nose. She didn't look like she wanted to run away and clean her face off, she didn't look like she was going to have a panic attack. She looked like she wanted to stay right where she was. He wanted her to stay right where she was.

Emma's tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked her lips quickly. Will's eyes were immediately drawn to her lips. Those lips that were so lovely and so inviting, a pair of lips that he had never wanted to kiss more in his life.

His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips and he saw Emma's eyes drop down to his lips and her lips parted slightly.

Will, without even thinking about it, leaned in closer. Emma's eyes widened slightly and snapped back up to his. His eyes fluttered closed as he continued to lean in towards Emma.

His lips gently brushed against hers in only a second long kiss. It was enough to send his heart beating a mile a minute, it was beating so hard he felt it might beat right out of his chest. It was enough to lit his whole body a flame, it was enough to have his stomach erupt in thousands of butterflies, it was enough to have his head reeling, it was enough to make him feel light as a feather but yet glued to the ground by a thousand ton weight.

It was enough to know that he was falling in love with Emma Pillsbury.


A/N: Review?