Chapter Fifty

An Iconic Kiss

I own nothing except Melissa, Kate, and any other OCs that I mention.

That weekend, Will didn't talk to her much. He was busy with her dad in the garage – and she got the feeling that they weren't working on cars, something Will knew nothing about. She was thankful that her and her dad were talking. They hadn't gotten together well ever since they met. What had changed that?

"Day five," Beckett said. "It's your final day of counseling. Is there anything that you need to say to each other?"

Kate thought about why he hadn't talked much to her that weekend. Was he still angry at her? Was he keeping secrets from her? She couldn't help but be a little paranoid that maybe he didn't love her anymore!

"You're not talking to me!" she said to Will. "I don't know what it is, maybe you don't think that this," she gestured to her and him, "is working or this program isn't working or what, but it's making me think that you want to break up! A-Are you keeping secrets from me? What is it, Will?"

Will looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You've barely spoken to me this weekend. I understand if you're still angry, but then what was Friday night?"

"Friday night?" Beckett mused. "What was Friday night?"

Kate gave a bored and tired-looking Beckett a glare, then looked back at Will. Will started turning red.

"I happen to know the number of a different type of clinic," Beckett said.

"We're not having sex, and this is none of your business, so just shut up already!" she snapped.

"Katherine, I have reasons for what I do," Will said. "You may not understand them now, but someday you will. I know exactly what I'm doing and it is not meant to hurt you. Please have faith in me that I am not doing this to keep secrets from you or because I don't love you."

So he's supposedly not keeping secrets from me and he loves me, she thought. Right.

"Do you mind telling me what those reasons are, then?"

"You are not yet meant to know."

She thought that he sounded like a fortune cookie. It was starting to annoy her. She couldn't wait until 5:00 so that she could just leave Beckett finally!

"Secret keeping!" Beckett said, cracking out of his bored state for a moment.. "Always good between couples."

Kate gave Beckett another glare. She trusted that Will would indeed be keeping a secret for the right reasons – if there was such a thing.

"Where do you want to go with each other?" Beckett asked..

"Well...I thought perhaps it'd be nice to have Kate see the beach sometime –"

"Not geographically, Mr. Turner. With each other. Do you want to have a child together is what I'm trying to ask."

"If we ever get married – and if you don't ruin it this time."

"It is not my fault that decided to aide a pirate in escaping."

"That was for Elizabeth so that she wasn't killed by Captain Barbossa!"

"And worth all of that, it was," Beckett said to himself. "I'm sure that Miss Sims here is quite pleased that you are defending your former fiancée."

It's true – Kate was not happy that Will was defending Elizabeth again. She crossed her arms and exchanged looks between the two of them.

"As you were saying, Mr. Turner," Beckett said.

It took Will a moment, then he spoke again. "I said, I would have a child with Kate if we got married. But as far as our relationship goes...wherever the wind takes us."

Kate realized that Will really did love her. She could see it in his eyes, in that little smile that he had, everything about him. She smiled back. Will laced his fingers through hers.

"I agree," Kate said. "I'll go wherever Will goes."

It was done. No more Cutler Beckett to make sarcastic comments, no more Mercer that scared Kate every time she walked into that room, and no more couples counseling. It was a great feeling, it really was. Kate didn't have to dread 4:00 everyday now. She could say that, if things didn't work out, at least they tried their hardest.

When they exited E.I.T.C. Couple's Counseling, Kate saw that it was raining heavily. She started running to her car with Will beside her. She felt a familiar tug on her wrist. She turned around and saw that Will was standing in the parking lot. What was he doing? She was wearing a white t-shirt! Girls wearing white t-shirts should not be standing in parking lots for a therapy building with their boyfriends just for the fun of it!

"Will, it's raining! Come on!" She tried to drag Will, who was still (gently) holding onto her wrist, which proved to be difficult.

"Will!" she complained. "This is a white t-shirt and I'm cold. Come on!"

"You came here for forgiveness," Will said.

Oh, God, another one of his "heroic" moments, she thought.

Her wet hair stuck to her face, her white t-shirt clinging to her body. She was starting to get agitated that he was keeping her out here in the rain, but she tried not to let it show.

She attempted again to try and drag him to the car. "Will, let's just get in the car and go home. We never have to come back here again–"

"And I forgive you."

She stopped trying to drag him out of the rain and froze. Did he just say that he forgave her? And he decided to say it in the pouring rain, both of them drenched?

"You do?"

God, sound a little more stupid, Kate! she thought. At least say that you love him!

But when Kate tried to say something, nothing came out. She was shocked: he actually forgave her.

"Thank you," was all she said. "I swear that it'll never happen again–"

Will silenced her by kissing her passionately, putting one hand on her back, drawing her closer to him. She placed on hand on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. It felt surreal that they were kissing. It couldn't really be happening, could it?

It seemed even more surreal that he forgave her.

Will put one hand gently on her cheek, slowly trailing his hand down to her neck. Chills ran up and down her spine.

Will pulled away for a moment. His brown eyes looked into her's meaningfully. "I trust that you've learned from your mistakes."

"Yes," she whispered. "I love you, Will."

"I love you, Kate."

Her lips met his again. She felt him wipe a wet strand of her hair away from her face.

Kate realized this was the first time she kissed in the rain. It was more romantic than kissing under the stars.

She felt the rain poured onto the two of them, but she hardly seemed to notice. Will's touch overshadowed any rain going around the them. She felt herself slipping deeper into love with Will – this time she knew that there was no way out.

Beckett locked the door to his office, car keys in hand. He looked out the window and saw that rain was coming down heavily.

"That's annoying," he said to himself.

"What is?" the receptionist asked. He never did learn that receptionist's name.

"It's raining. I didn't bring an umbrella, either."

"Afraid to get a little wet?" the receptionist teased.

"I most certainly am not!" Beckett said, walking towards the door. "It's just rain."

"Uh huh..." the receptionist said, giving him an odd look.

Beckett opened the door to the stairs and went down to the lobby and opened the door. The smell of rain greeted him. He dashed out into it, as if a few extra seconds would really make that big of a difference. He pressed the button to unlock the car on his key ring and stopped when he saw two people just standing there in the parking lot out of the corner of his eye. Beckett stopped and saw that they were Miss Sims and Mr. Turner, who seemed to be a bit busy with kissing to even realize that it was raining.

I told them my program would work, Beckett thought.

Beckett himself stood in the rain for a moment. He wanted to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't. It was almost as if his own mind forced himself to watch the two of them kissing passionately in the rain, hair stuck to their face, their shirts clinging to their wet skin.

"They have hotel rooms for that!" Beckett yelled at the two of them. "I hear there's a nice one just down the road!"

Neither seemed to hear nor care about what Beckett just said. They continued kissing as if Beckett said nothing. He went into his car and started the engine. He pulled out of his spot and went to the exit of the parking lot. In his rearview mirror he saw that they were still kissing.

Kate's Blog Entry

Oh. My. God.

So, we finished with our final couples counseling session for the day today. Then we go outside and it's pouring outside. I race to the car, and Will stops me. Mind you, it's cold rain, and I'm wearing a white t-shirt. I tell him that I don't want to be out there. And then he forgives me. I'm sure that I looked like an idiot, too. And then we kissed in the rain! I hadn't ever kissed in the rain before! And he told me that he loved me!!

Now, really, doesn't the kissing in the rain sound like something that would be on an icon, with something cheesy under it, like "let this moment last" or "never let go"? Although I wouldn't really want anyone to see us kissing, much less take a picture of it to put on the internet. Love makes me talk weird. I just realize I'm making no sense. How about I just be quiet now?

Please don't tell me I'm dreaming.

XOXO,

Kate