Author's Note: Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited! This chapter's pretty short, but sweet. Apologies for that (the short bit. I make no apologies for the sweetness).
Disclaimer: I'm not Aaron Sorkin, therefore, they're not mine.
Chapter 3: Taking Care of Each Other
Will McAvoy felt fantastic. Well, his nose was still stuffed up and his throat ached like a bitch, but life was still pretty damned wonderful. After years of trying to get over her, years of jumping the closest bimbo he could find only to wake up the next morning feeling hollow, and months of watching her work her way back into his life, he woke up this morning with MacKenzie McHale in his arms. She was making a delightful little humming noise deep in her throat and it made him want to kiss her until neither one of them could breathe.
As if she could sense his thoughts, her eyes popped open. Mac looked stunned for a moment until her memory caught up with the rest of her and a shy smile broke across her face. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself."
"How are you feeling?"
Will squeezed her a little tighter against his chest. "Pretty damn good."
Her shy smile widened into a full-blown grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He grinned right back at her. "How about you?"
"'Pretty damn good' sounds accurate."
Will took in their foolish grins and their tangle of arms and legs. "It's a good thing no one from work is here to see us being so sappy. They'd think we'd gone soft."
"Jim knows better than to ever think I've gone soft. He'd just smile and go about his business."
"Breakfast?"
"Not if we have to get up."
"I hear you, but eventually we're going to need some kind of sustenance."
"I suppose even if we have something delivered we'd have to get up to answer the door."
"Yes."
"Damn."
"Yes."
The two of them sat quiet for a few minutes, trying to come up with alternatives.
"I've got nothing."
"Me neither."
"OK, compromise. We get up, make breakfast, then bring it back to the couch and watch mindless popcorn movies all day long."
Will thought for a bit. "Because we're recuperating from being sick and we wouldn't want to relapse," he rationalized.
Mac smiled. "Exactly."
"No wonder you're such a good EP."
Mac laid a hand on Will's arm with a very serious expression on her face. "You really think I'm a good EP?"
Shit, Will thought. He really had been an ass to her lately. He took her face in his two hands and met her eye to eye. "Mac, I know I've been treating you like shit since you came back, but I should tell you this more often. You are a brilliant EP and there is no one else I would want to or could do this show with. Don was good, but he had no soul. You have more soul than anyone I've ever known, Mac. God, how I've missed you."
Mac had a catch in her throat and tears in her eyes. If this kind of availability is what happened when Will got sick, she'd have to infect him with malaria next week. She brought a hand up to Will's cheek. "I've missed you too, Billy."
"If I weren't vaguely afraid of giving your cold back to you again, I'd kiss you right now."
Her heart skipped a beat. "I'll take a rain check, but don't put it off for too long."
He grinned. "Done."
Mac cleared her throat. "Breakfast."
"Right."
And so the Face of CAN and his EP enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of Eggs Benedict, orange juice, and gallons of coffee and spent the day cuddled on a couch together watching whatever mediocre movies were showing on cable. Neither of them could think of a better way to heal, both outside and in. They would deal with the real world when they had to.