Disclaimer-I don't own "Will & Grace." They are property of NBC, David Kohan, and Max Mutchnick. The only parts that I do own are the plot and the character Bryan Shultz. I also made up the movie, "Me, Myself, and Him, I mean, Her."

A/N-This is my first fanfic ever, so please be kind! :-) This fanfic takes place after "Looking for Mr. Good Enough."

~ * ~ Chapter One-Anytime You Need a Friend ~ * ~

Anytime you need a friend

I will be here

You'll never be alone again

So don't you fear

Even if you're miles away

I'm by your side

-Mariah Carey "Anytime You Need a Friend"

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"Okay, what is this?" Will Truman asked his best friend, Grace Adler. The two of them had, that day, decided to go to the movies to see what the fuss was about the new movie, "Me, Myself, and Him, I mean, Her." So far, it had sounded exactly as the title suggested: strange and confusing.

"Umm, so far, I've gotten that Marcus is very, very jealous of his best friend Ronnie's close relationship with her ex-boyfriend, Ray. But now, Ray is a woman and goes by Rachel, and now Marcus is thinking that Ronnie is a lesbian," she whispered back, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

"Oh, well then, what's with the three-legged puppy?" he asked, re-crossing his legs.

"I think that it's just there to keep us from leaving," she replied, cocking her head as a close up of the puppy appeared on the screen. "And, let me tell ya, it's working," she added, looking pitifully towards the screen.

"Yeah," said Will. "Okay, now what's-"

"Shh!" hushed a couple sitting behind him.

Will turned around to look at them. "Oh, come on," he said, defensively. "You probably don't get it, either!"

"Shh!" they said again, throwing Will a dirty look.

Will narrowed his eyes at them but said nothing. He turned around to look at the screen again.

"Oh Marcus, nothing will ever come between us." Ronnie had thrown her arms around Marcus in an embrace. "You know that you're the one I love. You always have been. I don't know why you would ever doubt that."

Will crossed his arms. What he would give to have a relationship like that. Well, not necessarily like that, but the same passion, the same caring . . . he sighed deeply, earning himself another hush from the couple behind him.

"I never doubted it, Ronnie," said Marcus. "I always knew it was you. I love you, and I think I always have."

The screen went black and the credits began to roll. When the lights went on, Will immediately stood up and stretched his back. "Well, that was . . . exciting," he told Grace, rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on; it was kind of nice, right? I mean, best friends for over ten years and then all it took was one incident and one sex-changed man to bring Marcus and Ronnie together." She smiled. "And in only six weeks, my life will be just like that, because LEO'S COMING HOME!" she squealed, throwing her hands up in the air and spinning in a circle.

"SHH!" spat the couple.

"Oh shut up; the movie's over," snapped Grace, taking Will by the arm and leading him towards the exit.

"Oh my God," said Grace, suddenly, as soon as they reached Will's car. "I totally forgot-"

"What?" asked Will, opening the driver's door and climbing in.

"It's about Jack," she said, sliding into the passenger side seat. "He and Stewart broke up this afternoon."

Will felt his heart begin to race. "What?" he said, buckling his seat belt nervously. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, because I forgot, but that's not the point. He was devastated. I can't believe I didn't tell you; he's all alone. After it happened, he told me that he wanted to cook tonight."

"Wait, he wanted to cook, not get a Cook?" asked Will, holding up his hand.

"Yeah, to cook. I don't think he even knows how to cook. Come on, let's get home. Maybe we can buy Jack some gay porn and make him feel better," she said with a smile.

"I don't know, Grace. All of those guys having sex. It might make him feel even more depressed," said Will matter-of-factly.

"Maybe, but it can't hurt too much, can it?"

Will shrugged and started the car. As he backed out of his parking space, he said, "Well, how'd it happen?"

"It all happened in my office today at about noon . . ."

Later that Day . . .

"Hey Karen," greeted Jack, entering through the door to Grace Adler Designs. "How's my favorite girls?"

"Oh, they're alright, honey," said Karen looking down at her chest, "and I'm alright too!" she added, laughing.

Jack laughed along heartily. "So, seriously," he began, sitting down on top of Karen's desk, "tomorrow's Stewart and my anniversary," he whispered, giggling.

"Oh sweetie, that's great," replied Karen, filing her nails. "I'm so happy that you found someone so cheerful, so rich, so . . . gay."

Jack nodded. "I know, it's great. So I'm trying to decide what to get him. I mean, he has pretty much everything. Oh! How about some of those breakfast Hot Pockets?" he asked, clasping his hands together.

"No honey, not food," protested Karen, looking disgusted. "Why don't you ask Grace over there? I'm sure that she has plenty of things Stewart's never heard of. Like knockoff watches and purses. I'm sure he'd get a kick out of those!"

"That's a good idea. Grace!" he shouted, turning around.

Grace was standing at her table, looking at a house layout. She looked up at him. "Yes Jack?"

"Grace, do you have any cheap, knockoff stuff for Stewart? It's our anniversary tomorrow." He grinned, leaning against Grace's table.

"Jack, you do realize that I was standing here the entire time, right?" she asked, a bewildered look upon her face.

"No, I don't. So, any knockoffs? At all? Please?"

Grace sighed. "Jack, you don't want to give Stewart knockoffs. Besides, even if that was appropriate, I don't have any."

Karen scoffed, still filing her nails.

Grace rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I don't. Why don't you give him something . . . nice? Something that says how much you care for him."

"What, like a Hallmark Card?" asked Jack, sarcastically.

"Well, maybe. Something like that. Whatever will make him look at you and say, 'Jack, thank you so much. I love this, and I love you.'"

Jack was silent for a minute, a small smile on his face. "You know, Stewart sounds nothing like that," he said, giggling and shaking his head.

"Jack?" came a voice from behind the door.

"Oh, it's Stewart!" declared Jack, excitedly. "I'll get it!" He ran over to the door and opened it. "Hi Stewart!" he said, giving Stewart a hug. "I'm so glad you came over!"

"Umm Jack, we need to talk about something," said Stewart, solemnly. "Come here," he said, taking Jack's hands in his. "You know that I really care about you-"

"Hey Grace, he does sort of sound like that," interrupted Jack, throwing a glance back at Grace, who was watching the two curiously.

"Jack, listen to me," said Stewart, sternly. "It's just that . . . the time we've been together has been great . . . it's just . . ."

"What?" asked Jack. The smile had faded from his face and he was beginning to look very nervous.

Stewart shook his head. "I mean that . . . we need to . . . not be together anymore." He gave Jack's hands a quick squeeze before pulling his own hands back.

"What?" asked Jack, softly. "Do you mean you're . . . breaking up with me?"

"Yes Jack. I just feel that it'll be for the best-"

"How will it be 'for the best?'" demanded Jack, grabbing hold of Stewart's hands. "You and I are perfect together. Why would it be better if we aren't together?" He pulled Stewart's hands to his chest and squeezed so tightly that Grace thought that at any moment, they were going to hear a CRACK as his fingers snapped.

"Jack, I'm sorry," said Stewart, pulling his hands out of Jack's vice-like grip. "There's just something that doesn't feel right about us being together. There's . . . something standing in the way."

"N-no, there's not," whimpered Jack.

"Yes, there is," he insisted. "You may not know, but I do." He turned around and began to walk towards the door. He looked back at his ex-lover and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry," he said again. He then opened the door and walked out.

"Jack?" said Grace, walking towards him. "I'm so sor-"

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Jack, quickly, his hand pressed over his eyes. "I'm fine. Don't be sorry." With his hand still pressed against his face, he walked towards the door. "I'm just going to go home, cry until it gets dark, cook myself dinner, and then cry some more." He left the office, leaving Karen and Grace alone.

"Poor guy," stated Karen. "He seems heartbroken."

"I know, crying all day and night . . ."

"No, I mean, he's going to cook. I don't think he's cooked himself a meal in his entire life."

Grace nodded. "I know . . . poor guy."

". . . and that's how it happened," concluded Grace.

"Wow, that's pretty bad. And a day before their anniversary. I hope he's okay . . ."

As they pulled into Will's apartment building, they noticed that a fire truck was parked in front of the building.

They exited the car and entered the building. They headed towards the elevator when a fireman appeared from around the corner. "Excuse me. I'm sorry, but you can't use that. There was a fire in this building."

"Oh, no," groaned Will. "Jack . . . cooking. It obviously equals fire." He ran towards the stairs and began to run up . . . and up . . . and up.

When he reached his floor he saw that Jack's door was ajar and a slight trail of smoke was spewing from the inside. And sitting in front of Will's apartment, leaning against the door, was Jack, a miserable look plastered upon his face.

"Jack!" exclaimed Will, kneeling down beside his best friend. "What happened? I mean, I know what happened, but . . ."

"I was trying to cook myself one of those frozen pizzas-"

"Jack!"

"I know, but I was upset. Stewart broke up w-w-with me . . ."

"I heard; I'm sorry," said Will, giving Jack a one-armed hug.

"Anyway, so I was letting the pizza cook in the oven, and then, after an hour, I began to smell smoke."

"An hour?" repeated Will. "How could you leave it there for an hour?"

"Well, there was a lot of ice on it, so I assumed . . ." He trailed off, nodding his head.

"Right, okay."

"Will, this is the worst day of my life! My boyfriend dumps me, there was a fire, I can't cook, and all my stuff smells like smoke," he wailed, burying his face in his hands. "I have no reason to live!"

"Aww, don't say that," said Will, squeezing Jack's shoulder. "Sure you do."

"Excuse me, Mr. McFarland?" Jack looked up at the young fireman who had said his name. "I'm afraid that you have quite a bit of damage to your apartment, mainly the kitchen area, so you won't be able to live there until it's fixed."

"O-Okay," stammered Jack. The fireman nodded, then walked down the hall, out of sight. "Great, and now I can't live in my apartment. I don't have enough money to fix it!"

"Jack, I'll pay to have your apartment fixed-" began Will.

"No!" snapped Jack, cutting Will off. "I don't want you to. I broke it, I'll fix it. I don't know how exactly, but I will."

"Well, until you do get the money, I want you to stay with me as long as you need," said Will. "And don't say no," he added, noticing the look on Jack's face, "you are going to stay with me."

Jack gave him a smile. "Thanks, Will," he said, getting to his feet. "Oh, and I can wear your clothes, right?"

"Don't you usually?"

Jack shrugged and entered Will's apartment. Will followed. He felt something . . . something very right about the choice he had made.

~ * ~ TBC ~ * ~

A/N-Okay, please review, and I would like any suggestions you can offer! Thanks!!