Will&Grace: Life isn't always easy
by: Hourglass244
A/N: Here's part two. I'm going to try to wrap things up in three chapters, but it may
take four.
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Jack awoke to rays of sunlight hitting his face. Glancing out the window, he saw the last
few beams of light peaking over the tops of the buildings in the horizon before settling
for the night. If the sun was just now setting, then why had he been asleep?
Jack felt his stomach drop as all the memories from before came rushing to him in one
big, ugly wave. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out those horrible images
that kept replaying in his mind. Why couldn't it all have been a dream?
He was suddenly aware of a light pressure on his hand. Looking up, he was surprised
to see Will sitting in a chair next to him, holding his hand. Will was gazing out the
window, deep in thought. He looked very tired. Had he really been sitting with Jack
all this time?
Will glanced down and noticed that Jack was awake. "Hey, Jackie." Will said
softly, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too good," Jack shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "I ache all over, and my
head is killing me."
"I'll get you some asprin." Will gave his hand a gentle squeeze before leaving the
room.
Wincing at the pain in his muscles and head, Jack slowly pulled himself up and out
of bed. He made his way slowly over to the mirror that was hanging just above his
dresser. His reflection stared back at him, and although he had expected to see
some hideous change in his appearance, he saw none. He looked a little tired
maybe, but there was no real difference.
Then why did he feel so different inside? He sat down on the edge of the bed
as Will returned with the asprin and a glass of water.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Will asked, sitting back down in the chair.
"It might help."
Jack nodded, then sighed. "I don't know what to say."
"Why don't you start by telling me how you feel."
"Disgusting, dirty, miserable," Jack tried to identify each emotion. "I
don't understand, Will. I've had sex with hundreds of guys. Why should
this time be any different?"
"Because you didn't want it. Because he drugged you and took advantage
of you, even though you told him no."
"I still can't believe this happened to me. It just doesn't seem real. . . and
what am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to go out and act
natural around normal people?"
"Jack, you are a normal person." Will reached out and took Jack's hands
in his. "I know you don't feel like one right now, but you are. Something
very bad may have happened to you, but that doesn't change who you are."
Jack tried to smile, but failed. No matter what Will said, he wasn't sure
he could ever feel normal again. Jack lowered his head so Will couldn't
see the pain in his eyes.
After a lengthy pause, Will finally said, "Jack, I know you aren't going
to want to think about this now, but you have to consider taking some
legal actions. The sooner you do it the better."
At this, Jack's head snapped up. "Will, no. I can't!"
"I know you've been through something horrible, but if you wait too
long-"
"No, I won't do it!" Jack pulled his hands free from Will's.
"Why not?"
"Because-because I just can't! I don't ever want to see him again! If I
did that, then I'd have to. I'd have to sit in court and tell everyone
what he did to me, with him in the room!"
"Jack, I know that would be hard for you," Will said, "but if you don't,
then he could do the same thing to someone else. Is that what you want?
Why don't you want to see this guy put away?"
"You just don't get it!" Jack leapt from the bed, furious at Will. "You
don't know what I've been through! You have no idea! For once, would
you stop thinking like a lawyer and start thinking about my feelings?!
I never want to see him again!"
Jack ran from the bedroom and into his living room. He considered
leaving his appartment, but he had no where to go that he could be alone.
Instead he just flopped on his couch and burried his face in the cushions
wishing that he could just die.
Will came in and sat down on the floor next to the couch. "I'm sorry,
Jack," he said softly. "I should have been more sensitive. But do you
know what happened after you fell asleep? I kept looking down at you
and thinking about what that guy had done to you, and I got mad. The
more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I care about you so much,
and the fact that he hurt you so much makes me want to hurt him. I want
to see him put in jail so I don't ever have to see you or anyone else like
this again."
Jack raised a tear-streaked face from the pillow, the anger gone from his
eyes. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have shouted like that. I'm just so
confused! Why did this happen to me? Everything was just so perfect
and easy. What happened?"
"Life happened," Will said. "It isn't always easy, Jack. I know that's a
cruel thing to say, but it's the truth."
Jack sat up on the couch giving Will room to move up and sit beside him.
"Hey, Will, do you think you could sleep over tonight?" When Will gave
him an odd look he added quickly, "Just sleeping, I didn't mean anything
else. Please? I really don't want to be alone right now."
Will gave him a small smile. "Sure, I can stay."
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Two cups of hot chocolate later, they were laying in Jack's bed, and Will was
finishing talking Jack through what might happen if he decided to go to the police.
"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," Jack said after considering it a moment. "I
still really don't want to do this, but I hate the idea of him doing this to
somebody else."
"So you'll come down to the police station with me tomarrow?" Will asked.
"Promise you'll stay with me the entire time?"
"Promise."
"Then I guess I'll go." Jack turned out the lights leaving the room dark. As the
unpleasent images began to chase their way through his mind's eye, he snuggled
close to Will, feeling safe in his arms. Even though he still felt sad and
depressed, at least he wasn't afraid anymore.
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A/N: Well, now I'm at least half way there. Thank you all so much for the
reviews. It makes me so happy to know that my story is conveying the right
message!
by: Hourglass244
A/N: Here's part two. I'm going to try to wrap things up in three chapters, but it may
take four.
_________________________________________________________________
Jack awoke to rays of sunlight hitting his face. Glancing out the window, he saw the last
few beams of light peaking over the tops of the buildings in the horizon before settling
for the night. If the sun was just now setting, then why had he been asleep?
Jack felt his stomach drop as all the memories from before came rushing to him in one
big, ugly wave. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out those horrible images
that kept replaying in his mind. Why couldn't it all have been a dream?
He was suddenly aware of a light pressure on his hand. Looking up, he was surprised
to see Will sitting in a chair next to him, holding his hand. Will was gazing out the
window, deep in thought. He looked very tired. Had he really been sitting with Jack
all this time?
Will glanced down and noticed that Jack was awake. "Hey, Jackie." Will said
softly, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too good," Jack shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "I ache all over, and my
head is killing me."
"I'll get you some asprin." Will gave his hand a gentle squeeze before leaving the
room.
Wincing at the pain in his muscles and head, Jack slowly pulled himself up and out
of bed. He made his way slowly over to the mirror that was hanging just above his
dresser. His reflection stared back at him, and although he had expected to see
some hideous change in his appearance, he saw none. He looked a little tired
maybe, but there was no real difference.
Then why did he feel so different inside? He sat down on the edge of the bed
as Will returned with the asprin and a glass of water.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Will asked, sitting back down in the chair.
"It might help."
Jack nodded, then sighed. "I don't know what to say."
"Why don't you start by telling me how you feel."
"Disgusting, dirty, miserable," Jack tried to identify each emotion. "I
don't understand, Will. I've had sex with hundreds of guys. Why should
this time be any different?"
"Because you didn't want it. Because he drugged you and took advantage
of you, even though you told him no."
"I still can't believe this happened to me. It just doesn't seem real. . . and
what am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to go out and act
natural around normal people?"
"Jack, you are a normal person." Will reached out and took Jack's hands
in his. "I know you don't feel like one right now, but you are. Something
very bad may have happened to you, but that doesn't change who you are."
Jack tried to smile, but failed. No matter what Will said, he wasn't sure
he could ever feel normal again. Jack lowered his head so Will couldn't
see the pain in his eyes.
After a lengthy pause, Will finally said, "Jack, I know you aren't going
to want to think about this now, but you have to consider taking some
legal actions. The sooner you do it the better."
At this, Jack's head snapped up. "Will, no. I can't!"
"I know you've been through something horrible, but if you wait too
long-"
"No, I won't do it!" Jack pulled his hands free from Will's.
"Why not?"
"Because-because I just can't! I don't ever want to see him again! If I
did that, then I'd have to. I'd have to sit in court and tell everyone
what he did to me, with him in the room!"
"Jack, I know that would be hard for you," Will said, "but if you don't,
then he could do the same thing to someone else. Is that what you want?
Why don't you want to see this guy put away?"
"You just don't get it!" Jack leapt from the bed, furious at Will. "You
don't know what I've been through! You have no idea! For once, would
you stop thinking like a lawyer and start thinking about my feelings?!
I never want to see him again!"
Jack ran from the bedroom and into his living room. He considered
leaving his appartment, but he had no where to go that he could be alone.
Instead he just flopped on his couch and burried his face in the cushions
wishing that he could just die.
Will came in and sat down on the floor next to the couch. "I'm sorry,
Jack," he said softly. "I should have been more sensitive. But do you
know what happened after you fell asleep? I kept looking down at you
and thinking about what that guy had done to you, and I got mad. The
more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I care about you so much,
and the fact that he hurt you so much makes me want to hurt him. I want
to see him put in jail so I don't ever have to see you or anyone else like
this again."
Jack raised a tear-streaked face from the pillow, the anger gone from his
eyes. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have shouted like that. I'm just so
confused! Why did this happen to me? Everything was just so perfect
and easy. What happened?"
"Life happened," Will said. "It isn't always easy, Jack. I know that's a
cruel thing to say, but it's the truth."
Jack sat up on the couch giving Will room to move up and sit beside him.
"Hey, Will, do you think you could sleep over tonight?" When Will gave
him an odd look he added quickly, "Just sleeping, I didn't mean anything
else. Please? I really don't want to be alone right now."
Will gave him a small smile. "Sure, I can stay."
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Two cups of hot chocolate later, they were laying in Jack's bed, and Will was
finishing talking Jack through what might happen if he decided to go to the police.
"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," Jack said after considering it a moment. "I
still really don't want to do this, but I hate the idea of him doing this to
somebody else."
"So you'll come down to the police station with me tomarrow?" Will asked.
"Promise you'll stay with me the entire time?"
"Promise."
"Then I guess I'll go." Jack turned out the lights leaving the room dark. As the
unpleasent images began to chase their way through his mind's eye, he snuggled
close to Will, feeling safe in his arms. Even though he still felt sad and
depressed, at least he wasn't afraid anymore.
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A/N: Well, now I'm at least half way there. Thank you all so much for the
reviews. It makes me so happy to know that my story is conveying the right
message!
