Part III

Suddenly a crisp knock came to the door and Will cautiously got up. Should he answer it? Did they find him? How did they know he was here? Millions of questions and paranoia raced through his head. He wasn't quick to forget what happened the last time he opened a door so freely. That little British bastard (if he really was British) Sark fucking shot him. He wasn't going to let that happen again. He peeked through the little seeing hole in the door. It was the young lady from down stairs. But he asked any way.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's Emily from downstairs. I just wanted to tell you that the breakfast hour will be over at 11:00, just in case you didn't get a chance to eat you still have time," she said through the wood.

"Thanks Emily. I'll be down a little later."

"Okay, have a nice day, Mr. Williams." She turned and walked away. Will let go of his tense shoulders. It was just a false alarm. He walked over to the bed and dropped himself next to the duffel bag. He couldn't be this edgy all the time. He'd go crazy. Will stared at the white ceiling; there wasn't a crack to amuse his imagination. His breathing began to slow and his eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Why am I always so tired?" he asked himself before he closed his eyes.

He and Sydney were drinking in the living room of her old apartment. Their second bottle of tequila went down like water and they had abandoned the limes all together. After finishing off the rest of the tequila, Sydney unstably got up and headed for the kitchen and to the freezer. He followed. The next thing he knew they were making drunken ice cream sundaes with too much chocolate syrup and not enough ice cream.

"Ice cream becomes...like oxygen, like a requirement," Sydney giggled as she passed the chocolate syrup to Will. Will drowned his ice cream in the rich liquid.

"Shh, yougotta to try this," he slurred taking a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "It's a super combination of chocolate and chips, and it's genius." He took another spoonful and gently guided it into Sydney's waiting mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes to savor it.

"Mmm, mmm, hmmm," she agreed. In return she fed him a spoonful of her ice cream but the sweet liquid dripped off the spoon before it reached Will's mouth and fell onto his shirt.

"It's good. No, this is good. My shirt didn't have enough ice cream on it," he replied teasingly. They giggled drunkenly as Sydney tried to wipe off the stain, but it didn't really matter. Will pulled her close and they stared at each other for a moment, blue meeting brown in a haze of liquor and chocolate-chocolate chip ice cream. He leaned in to kiss her, but the floor gave way and he fell. He fell away from her and kept falling into a black abyss that had no end. She called after him but he couldn't answer. He just kept falling.

TBC...

Sorry, this is a little short...stay tuned! Thank you to everyone who has submitted a review so far! It really helps! I look forward to more! (by the way, the Syd/Will ice cream dialogue was taken from 1.03 "Parity")

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