Hey guys! sorry this took so long, but I had to organize uni stuff, like deciding which one to go to!

anyway, apologies for this chapter, as it is probably a little boring, but I have set most of the groundwork now, and I promise it will pick up a bit from here on.

and the next update will be sooner!

xx

MONDAY

Jack's focus unwillingly roamed around the empty beauty salon, before settling back down onto his audience of two. He generally liked attention (but c'mon, which dancer extraordinare doesn't?), but as his story pushed further and further, he became more and more uneasily reluctant to share the events that lead him to his current predicament.

He breathed in sharply before continuing..

PREVIOUS SATURDAY: LATE AFTERNOON

"Jack! You take longer to get yourself ready than it took Puff Daddy to realise that changing your name thirteen times won't make you any more famous. That's saying something!" Will yelled from the bathroom.

Ignoring this, Jack fondly stared at his neatly dressed reflection in the mirror. Perfect! Face flawless and symmetrical.

"It's such a shame that you're behind the glass you dirty dirty, sexified piece of A-Grade Y- Chromosome." He seductively purred to the replica of himself.

He spun around, twisting his head strategically past his shoulder to assess his favourite asset: his behind. Being unable to catch the correct angle to properly see the desired target, he spun around, sending him in a series of small circles.

Will leaned against the opened doorway of the bathroom. "I always wanted a dog that could talk."

"Then why is it you that appears to be desexed?"

"Have you finished getting ready yet? Or should I just go and hang out in the bathroom with the hair dryer a little longer…I think it's beginning to warm up to me. Heh…"

"What do you think?" Jack quizzed, buttoning up the suit jacket while turning from the mirror to confront Will.

"I think that the marriage between Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson was doomed as soon as they started doing 'Newlyweds'"

"Excuse me? We are forgetting that we are meant to be voluntarily helping a very distressed, vulnerable and attractive best friend with an extremely traumatic life stepping stone that he must conquer in an hour's time! Now does this suit scream out 'I'm a hunky, successful talk show host with a European background, a yacht and an island'?" and that my past is behind me?

"Well, it's my suit, and I can honestly say that I've never received that response. All I got was 'Honey, you didn't tell me you were getting buried later today!' from Karen" responded Will, mimicking the high pitched voice where necessary. "But hey, let's see what you get and compare notes."

Jack began pacing the room, his worry clearly evident from the way he kept fidgeting with his outfit and his hair. After a little while of this, Will obstructed Jack's pacing path and began to fix his friends tie and collar.

"Why are you so worried about this? You'll still fit in with the popular girls." He joked.

Jack tried to slap Will's hands away from his tie, but Will firmly yet playfully stood his ground. The two men locked glances momentarily.

"You were a dork, you wouldn't understand."

"Well, as always, you know I'm here for you buddy." Will completed tidying Jack up and began to help him tuck his shirt in. Jack snapped out of his solemn mood, thus breaking the moment.

"Woah, back off McGrabby-hands!"

Jack began eagerly pacing the room again, before deciding to prepare Will for what information would most likely leak out about him at the reunion. I wish I had my own theme music whenever I did something dramatic.

"Hey Will, can you sit down a moment, I've gotta tell you something and I can't have you…being all…you-like."

Intrigued, the man in question agreed while perching himself onto the edge of the double bed, and prepared himself for what he was about to hear.

Jack continued to pace.

"Ok. Hi, Will. Tonight…well tonight…tonight, won't be just any night, tonight ther…" He began to sing, before being sliced off by Will.

"Jaaaack…"

"Ok…truth is…you are probably gonna hear some things about me, that…Kirstie Alley! You are looking thinner than usual tonight!"

"Jack!"

A nervous laughter consumed Jack as he refused to make eye contact with his friend. "Look, I was a teenager, and stupid. Sexy, but stupid. I may have said some things…done some things…that I may not…have told you about."

"Like what?"

As if God had dialed it himself, the phone released its ear-piercing ring at that exact moment.

MONDAY

"WHAT? The phone rang? No!" cried Phillippe.

Jack was beginning to re-enjoy the devoted enthusiasm he was receiving.

Eliza shook her head. "It was a girl, wasn't it? Ugh. Women! We always call at the worst times!"

PREVIOUS SATURDAY

Jack stood on the other side of the small room, opposite Will, and right next to the phone. He didn't move to answer it.

Will stared at him in awe. "Can you hear that?

"Oh My Gosh! you too?"

"Answer it!"

Jack pushed the loud speaker button on the phone. "Hello, the McFarland suite. Just letting you know that the other man in here is in fact a servant of a non sexual kind."

"Ugh, thank the big guy!" Sighed the familiar voice of Grace. "Hey Will, I have a meeting tomorrow and I was just wondering where my lucky…"

"Third drawer, behind your socks." Yelled Will.

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you. You guys have to tell me everything about the reunion tonight…providing it's interesting."

"Oh no cshhhh the phone is breaking up csshhhhh we are going through a tunnel cssshhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Jack hung up the phone.

"You do realize, she called a land line, which you answered by the way, meaning the only empty tunnel in this room is the one that runs between your ears. Now c'mon, lets go, the cab should be here any minute."

Fretfulness instantly struck Jack, as he hit the personal panic switch. He reached for some gum in his (Will's) pocket and loaded his mouth with three pieces and began to feverishly chew. No no no no no! Not yet!

"H…hey Will, why don't we just ask the kind taxi man to drive, and not give him the address to the hall? It will be fun to see if he can guess where we have to go, and if by chance we don't make it to the reunion, then so be it. C'mon, girls night out, whaddya say?"

"Hmm you know what, Jack? Now that you mention it…Nice try."

Jack screwed up his nose. I thought so.

MONDAY

"When do we get to the disasters?" Eliza begged.

"Eliza dear, I feel that you need to do more with your life…and your make up. The many disasters are coming You ain't heard nothin' yet, girlfriend."

PREVIOUS SATURDAY: NIGHT

Jack entered the reception with Will closely on his heels. Many heads turned and he recognized too many faces. He anxiously attempted to visually scan for one person in particular, but was yet to locate her. Maybe she couldn't make it?

It seemed odd that Will was enjoying Jack's reunion more than he was.

"They know you're gay, right?" Will queried.

"Uh huh. Only male captain of the drama club…"

Will grinned, taking Jack's hand to provide him with an easing comfort. "Then let's give them something to talk about."

Suddenly, a familiar voice squealed behind the two men, causing Jack to instantly drop Will's hand and spin around, coming face to face with the woman he had attempted to avoid, yet was strangely dying to see. "Oh. My. God! Jackie McFarland, tell me it isn't you!"

"Ok, it isn't me."

Will leaned in and shook hands with the overly enthusiastic lady. "Will Truman."

She shook his hand vigorously. "Becky Strennam. Wait a minute…Will Truman…isn't tha…"

Jacks eyes widened. "Becky! You are looking Uber fabulous!" He cut in quickly with a high pitched voice.

Becky caught on. "Thanks. So are you! Aah! That bitch we hate just walked by."

Jack did a quick head check. "I HATE the bitch we hate!"

Both old friends beamed at each other, and for a second, Jack almost forgot all of his unfinished school business and secrets that had held his comfort hostage.

"Don't be a stranger, give your ex-girlfriend a hug! And then we'll go and get champagne." Becky said warmly, holding out her arms.

As Jack hugged the woman, Will snorted with laughter. Becky gave him a curious look.

"Sorry, Becky is it? I didn't mean to laugh, but for a moment there I could have sworn you said that you were Jack's ex-girlfriend. Crazy, I know!"

Jack breathed in and stared down at his feet. Disaster number two.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, Will, for once it's not your old age messing with your hearing…that is what she said."

So, what do you think?

Thanks for reading...and thanks to my reviewers!

The Tango Maureen: Thanks you so much for your sweet reviews...the HER wasn't much of a surprise...but theres other stuff...a little bit of drama is always good!

B-Elanna: I'm glad I made your day, love! My life is boring, but busy. Thanks for the review! you guessed the Her!

All4Christ0398: Thank you thank you thank you! I'm thrilled that you're still loving it!

Kailey: Thanks, its always good to hear criticism. I felt my characterisation was a bit off too, and I'm sorry, i didn't mean to imply that Karen was old, just older than Grace and Jack.

Torian Princess: Thank you! I found it easier to write in the salon bits to alter time...glad its coherent! thanks once again for the review!

D.A: wow, I'm glad that you think I captured the characters well. Jack has more than one secret in this story! thanks for reviewing!

Rachgreengellar: Well...will and Jack are my favourite should-be tv couple! Thankyou so so so so so so much for your sweet words! its nice to see a friends fan in this section, too! yay!

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Next Chapter: The champagne flows, and Will begins to get the sense that people already know him. As Will quests for more info on Jack, Jack also remeets his high school nemesis.