"So…let's get this right…" Will said, leaning forward on the chair as he assessed his friend.

It was afternoon and they were sitting in Karen's kitchen. As soon as they had woken up Will, Jack and Grace went straight over to interrogate Karen about the bombshell she had dropped on them the night before.

"…This is what I managed to gather from your incoherent mix 'n match of words: You. Stan. Seventeen years ago. Born in September. Name is Josephine Annette Walker. You put her up for adoption straight away, making her Josephine Annette Walker-Black. Have I forgotten anything?"

"What sex with a man is like?" Jack slotted in.

Karen and Jack cackled with laughter. Grace rested her head on the table after taking a sip of her fourth glass of water since they had arrived at Karen's.

Will breathed out angrily. "Am I the only one who cares about this?" He directed his questions towards Karen again, angling his body to face her as he became more serious.

"Why didn't you tell us about her?"

Karen anxiously reached for her martini, her hand shaking so much that by the time the drink had reached her lips, there was only a mouthful left. She swished the alcohol around in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. She pulled the olive out with a toothpick and twisted in around in her fingers as she began to reply.

"I thought that I wouldn't see her ever again. I could easily pretend she didn't exist, like I do with Grace when she asks me important things about her life."

"I didn't hear that!" Grace mumbled.

"When did you put her up for adoption?" Will asked.

"Well...uh…when she was 6 months old." She answered. And I feel like crap about it too. Thanks for asking. Ask me why I did it and that white shirt of yours will be coffee coloured. "I…gave her to my…uh…my friend."

"Wow, I'm not sure whether to be more shocked about you having a child, or having a friend!" Will thought out aloud.

"Hey Kare, when do we get to meet her properly?" Jack asked, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. He was concentrating hard trying to create a house with toothpicks.

"She said she's coming back in three weeks for a visit. So I have just under three weeks to leave the country."

"No. You are dealing with this. You need to talk to her, and you know what? We are all going to help you through it…it's time you met your daughter for real."

Karen looked down and realized that Will was resting his hand on hers.

Jack's bright blue eyes removed themselves from his tiny toothpick creation and focused on Will admiringly. He loved it when Will went through the transition into becoming 'Lawyer-Will'. When Will made eye contact with Jack, Jack snapped his eyes away and dragged them back to his current task, working on it furiously to try and act like he didn't even notice his friend.

"Look! I made a Love Shack!" Jack cried, pointing to his pile of toothpicks and humming to the tune of the song.

"It looks like a pile of sticks" Will snapped. Jack had been irritating him more than usual today…for no particular reason that he could think of.

"That's because you don't have a creative bone in your body like us artists. You're all 'logic, books and arrogance."

"It's better than being whiny, over-emotional and childish." Will responded. He realized that he was beginning to get a little edgy with the younger man and resisted the sudden urge to destroy the little toothpick house/thing.

"So…did everyone enjoy last night?" Grace asked, finally sitting upright at the table.

Jack was lying on the floor of his apartment. He had attempted push ups, but became distracted by the gossip magazine that Grace had left there by accident and decided to give up. He flipped through the pages, not really focusing on anything in particular, as his mind raced with the events of the previous night.

Karen has a daughter and didn't tell me…and Grace got drunk (ha ha, she looked so funny!) and Will…God, what went on there? Was that an attempt at a kiss? Jack McFarland! Listen to yourself. Hey! Catherine Zeta Jones got a new haircut, she looks fabulous!

He tried to lure his thoughts away from Will by attempting to bury himself in the magazine. It was hopeless…he just kept seeing himself on the dance floor with his best friend, as if they were the only two people in the entire world. He groaned with anger at himself and rolled onto his back, placing the open magazine over his head, blocking out the light.

Why no…

His thought pattern was broken by the piercing shriek of the telephone. He bolted upright before sprinting over to answer it.

"Hello, the McFarland Palace, Jack speaking." He chimed into the receiver.

"Uh…Jack its me…Elliot."

Jack was taken aback by the seriousness of his sons tone. "Oh hi Elliot, what's going on?"

"Well…I did something bad."

Fear suddenly propelled itself through Jack's entire body. Oh God Oh God Oh God.

"What? What did you do? Is it drugs? Did you knock someone up? Did somebody bitch slap you?" He questioned with a quickened pace.

"None of the above." Elliot replied. "Wow, you really need to chill out!"

"Then what did you do?"

"Well you see…in a few weeks,we have this lunch with the school, where everybody's parents come. It's some stupid school tradition thing. They all sit in one room and pretend as if they aren't comparing their own child to everyone elses."

"Sounds…er…fun" Jack responded unenthusiastically.

"Mom can't make it. So I was wondering if you wanted to come…dad?"

"Of course I will!"

Jack couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. I am the coolest dad right now! He thought to himself. Wait…did Elliot just call me 'dad'? uh oh, that usually means…

"There's one tiny catch though." Elliot said.

Jack sighed. It couldn't possibly be that bad. "What now?"

"Well I kind of told my school that uh…you are married."

"Why would you do that, son?" Came Jack's retort, through gritted teeth.

"Well, I really wanted a day or two off school so I told them that I was going to your wedding. Don't worry, they know you're gay and they can't wait to meet you and your 'husband'…Will."

"WHAT!"

"He was the only other gay guy I knew, and I knew you guys would do this for me…please do this for me! Just pretend for one hour, that you guys are married." Elliot begged.

"What's in it for me?"

"Uh…this red lollipop I just found, and uh…my love?" His son pathetically proposed.

Jack squinted his eyes. "You're on."

Hope you liked it, please review if you did (or didn't, flaming is cool) I hope the characterization was alright :)

Next Chapter: A revisit from Josephine ends abruptly, while Will and Jack meet some...interesting people at the parents lunch.