This story was inspired by a post I saw on tumblr of Will and Addison. I'd never really put them together, but I saw the great potential there so I wrote a story. The chapter's are and will continue to be short. I decided I could then upload heaps of small segments and the waiting time between uploads would hopefully be less.
I hope you like it and please tell me what you think.
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Oh, and the disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.
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"Judge Abernathy," Alicia smiled politely. "It us unfair to our client to move the dates of…"
"We have no problem with it your honor," opposing council interjected.
Alicia shot him, an annoying man with a growing bald patch, a stern look, one she'd given to her children or Peter often.
They all stood in Judge Abernathy's chambers, a decent sized room covered with floor to ceiling bookcases, all the furnishing finished with the same dark wood varnish. It smelt like a pine forest.
Will stood behind Alicia, letting her speak, knowing the Judge Abernathy was more to inclined to listen to a female.
"We simply ask that the starting of the suit be delayed a few days your honor."
Judge Abernathy scratched his chin while Alicia and Will mentally crossed their fingers. They'd worked hard all day to get ready ahead of time and they could go to court the next day if they had to, but it wasn't a preference.
"Are you saying that you are not ready to go to court tomorrow?" The Judge asked finally.
"Of corse not your honor," Will said, stepping forward, knowing it wasn't a good idea to come off to Abernathy as unprepared.
"Then I see no problem," he smiled. "I'll see you all tomorrow in court."
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"Well, that didn't go as planned," Alicia sighed to Will once the door shut behind them, and David McGee had said his smug 'see you tomorrow'. The man was vermin, one that just happened to work for her husband. She almost huffed.
"Oh well," Will nodded with pursed lips. "We'll just have to pull a late one." Then he turned to Alicia with a smile. "I think the pizza's on you this time."
Alicia smiled back, pizza with Will was exactly what she needed.
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Addison curled up on the couch of her hotel room in one of the shirt's Will had left and her flannel pajama pants. Her hair was in a messy bun above her head and she was covered with the duvet she'd pulled into the lounge from the bedroom. She nestled her second glass of wine as she watched old romantic movies on cable.
Her cheeks were still slightly wet from the million or so burst of tears she'd had since she'd returned from her old brownstone. In retrospect watching old romances probably wasn't helping.
She'd come up to New York to escape the loneliness she'd found herself swimming in and had found herself alone in an empty hotel room with wine and movies. Addison let the familiar waves of abandonment and rejection wash over her.
