Thanks to everyone that has read and reviewed this story. I'm so glad you liked this crazy idea that came to me.

Thanks to Mike for betareading and helping me.

It was not even noon and Alicia was exhausted. It was the big day and on top of her previous maid-of-honor duties, she had to calm Laura down. The bride was a nervous wreck, worried that everything wouldn't be perfect and stressed by her family. Alicia's most recent mission was to find Will and tell him to go to the main hall. Immediately.

She found him in one of the rooms reserved for people to dress up and have make-up done. He was moving the sofa cushions, looking for something. "Will, it's time to go." She said to gain his attention.

"I can't find my vows. I'll be right the-" He finally turned around to face her. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You look…" She couldn't bring herself to say anything. He looked handsome in a tux; he always had, but this time… He looked like a groom, like he was about to get married and she couldn't say anything further. They stood in complete silence only looking at each other for what seemed like hours. The giggles of the other bridesmaids echoed from the hallway. This dragged Alicia out from his gaze, bringing her back to reality. Will was about to get married in a couple of minutes. Alicia didn't want to be at his wedding, let alone stand at the altar beside the bride, pretending to be bursting with joy for the happy couple. She couldn't pretend anymore and exploded, walking towards him. "You haven't told Laura about us. Why haven't you told Laura about us? Because she clearly doesn't know and now I have to be your freaking maid-of-honor!"

"Technically, you're Laura's maid-of-honor." Will mimicked her words to Owen at the rehearsal dinner. He said it so matter-of-factly that it made her blood boil even more.

"You know what I mean, Will. Playing dumb doesn't suit you, so stop." She rolled her eyes. "I'm the maid-of-honor at your wedding! Why haven't you told her?"

"I didn't tell her about all of my relationships." He replied, his voice slightly raised. What was he angry about?

"So that's what it was, then. I was just one more of your flings." She saw his eyes darken. She knew that that wasn't true, but she was so angry and tired, emotionally tired because of all of this that a small part of her wanted to hurt him.

"You can't really believe that." Will said in a quiet tone. "Not after I swallowed my pride over and over and over again and let you know how I feel. Even if every time you ignored it and went back to him, I just kept telling and telling you." His voice got louder with each confession. He took a step towards her. "No, that's not why I haven't told her. I haven't said anything because of you!" He took another step in her direction. "To avoid the chance of it ending up on the press." Another step closer and his scent invaded her nostrils, clouding her thoughts. "Because the last time there was even the remote possibility of people knowing about us, your dirty little secret, your little act of rebellion, you said you felt cursed." One more step forward. "So, I was trying to protect you!" He was taking deep breaths trying to contain his anger and the shouting. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly, almost touching hers. Alicia was able to notice how dangerously close Will was.

No matter how good his poker face was, Will's eyes always gave up everything. He was looking straight into her eyes and as much as he tried to hide it, she could still see the hurt emanating from the dark chocolate irises. It was painful for Alicia to see, because she knew how much keeping their relationship a secret hurt Will, still did, making him feel like she was ashamed of him. Alicia suddenly felt all the anger drained from her.

Hidden behind his pain she also saw a mix of something else entirely different. There was care, affection and she dared to say, love. Alicia couldn't stop herself any longer; it was too much for her to bear, so she took his face between her hands and pressed her lips against his. He cupped her cheek with one hand and placed the other on the small of her back, pulling her closer. He parted his lips, inviting her in and she took the opportunity. He tasted as good as he always had. She moved her arms to his shoulders and pulled him to her, a moan escaping from the back of her throat. They took a few steps back, always holding each other close, and Will pressed Alicia against the dressing table, the rest of the world long forgotten. He started trailing kisses down her jaw, neck and collarbone, her hand mussing his hair.

Suddenly, a knock on the door brought them back to reality. They jumped as far away from each other as they could and tried to straighten themselves up. The door was slightly pushed open and Kalinda's head popped inside.

"Everybody's looking for the two of you." She said looking between Will and Alicia, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

"Tell them we'll be right there." Will said clearing his throat.

"Okay. Going now." She shut the door leaving the two alone once more.

"You…you're going out there to get married?" Alicia asked with a faint voice. She hadn't fully recovered yet. "After what just happened?" she motioned between them to make her point.

"Are you still going back to Peter?" He asked with a hint of irony in his voice, but the pain in his dark eyes was still visible. She didn't answer and just kept staring at him with wide eyes. "Yeah, I thought so." Will walked past Alicia to get to the door, without even a side glance at her. She started to follow him, when he turned around to face her, his hand still on the handle of the closed door. "Ah, and Alicia, Laura may not be the love of my life, but she makes me happy. That's enough for me." He opened the door and left, walking through the hallway.

A/N.: The original plan was to end this story here, in a pool of angst, like I usually do. But from the reviews, I have been sensing it would be a little mean just to leave it like that, no happy ending at all. So, what do you think? Please, let me know :)