Tell It Like It Is
Chapter 26: The Last…
It seemed very likely that, at any given moment, Will Darcy's apartment door was going to cave in. Someone pounded, obnoxiously hard, on the other side, and Will watched in awe as it rattled and shook his entire wall. He stared at the door, tilted his head to the side, and evaluated the reasons for such a horrible pounding.
His first thought was bill collectors coming to repossess his assets like they do in the movies, but then he remembered that he's a millionaire with a reliable secretary that pays his bills. Then he considered the odds that the mob was coming, or possibly the FBI, to ask for his help in some weird way, but that seemed illogical as well. Will had never met anyone in the mob before… except perhaps Fitz… but Will only suspected that when they were younger and Fitz was really into underground clubbing and S&M.
So Will thought some more about who could possibly be banging so hard on his door, but he didn't have to think very long, for just a few seconds later the unmistakable voice of Lizzy Morgan floated through his wall. "Will! I know you're in there! Corey told me you went home!"
If anything Will was even more confused. Lizzy had left for New York. She was over him, and she wasn't nearly strong enough to shake his door quite so hard. Perhaps he was imagining it; or maybe all the sugary breakfast cereal Corey had been feeding him was making his delusional. Either way, Will decided he should probably open the door before the hallucination came barreling through his wall.
"Are you real?" he asked the figment as he observed the life-like image his mind had created and even reached out to touch its face.
"Are you insane?" the illusion asked back, with sarcasm, then quickly pushed its way into the apartment, shoving him hard on the shoulder as she passed.
That confirmed it; she was real… and unnaturally strong…
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his mind working even slower than usual; once again he blamed the cereal, that stuff will mess with your mind. "Aren't you supposed to be in New York?"
She ignored his question, quickly whirling around to face him. "Did you know I hate you?"
Will shrugged. She'd proclaimed it to him enough times in their lives. If saying it made it true, then it was true a hundred times over. "I guess so," he replied dumbly.
She laughed for a second. "Don't you want to know why?"
He shrugged again. "Sure, why not?"
She took a small step closer to him, an insignificant movement especially considering the distance between them. "It's because of your nobility complex."
"Are we back on the whole wedding thing again?" he asked, trying desperately not to tug on his hair. She would know. That was his tell. "I didn't really want to go through with it you know-"
She slowly shook her head. "No." Another insignificant step… "This is about the job thing."
"Oh." His face kind of dropped. "You heard about that?" he asked, gulping and trying not to wince.
She took another step, a slightly larger one, and nodded.
"So Corey finally cracked? I knew she was having trouble with the pressure, but she'd promised-"
Lizzy made an impatient noise and Will quickly stopped talking. "Why would you get me a job in New York when you knew it'd mean I would leave you in LA?" she asked slowly.
Will shrugged. "Because I knew how much you wanted it. I figured that if I was going to be miserable in my life with Melanie, at least you'd be happy," he muttered, embarrassed.
Lizzy smiled and tried not to look at him. He wished she'd take another step closer. "Why didn't you want Corey to tell me it was you who got me the job?" she asked slowly once again, and Will tried not to get excited as she took yet another step.
He shrugged and couldn't help but tug on his hair. It stood at all angles, probably because he hadn't showered in a week. "I guess I figured that if you knew, you'd want to be with me for all the wrong reasons."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Because you were grateful," he replied, staring at his shoes, unable to imagine what her face would look like now.
He heard the clunk of another step. "So you got me my dream job, and were willing to let me set off across the country even if that meant you'd never see me again?"
He shrugged and shuffled his feet. "I would have seen you again. I mean, I just spent the last week living on your sofa, you think I'd just let you leave?"
There was another clunk. Out of his peripheral vision, Will could see the toes of her black and white flats. "Not every man would let a girl go," she replied.
Will continued to examine his laces. "Not every man has to face a girl as stubborn as you."
I happened in an instant. Will instinctively put one hand up to tug at his hair, and before he knew it her hand was on top of his. "You really do love me," she whispered, now closer than he ever could have hoped. There was room for no more steps. "And all this time I thought you were just saying it."
He closed the gap in an instant, his mouth pressed firmly against hers as if her lips were he only thing he'd ever wanted in his entire life. He pulled her as close as he could manage and brought his hands out of his hair to wrap them firmly around her waist. Her hands quickly took the place that his had abandoned as she wound her fingers through his already tousled hair. Will lifted her legs off the ground and she issued a soft giggle as this time they managed to make it past the couch, leaving her black and white flats behind.
He swung open the bedroom door with one hand, as she used her unnatural strength to hold her self up around him. He quickly rushed toward his bed and they both fell over in a heap, him pinning her to the bed.
"Ow," she suddenly yelped and Will jumped back in fright. She wiggled quickly, rolled over, and held her back in pain. "What the hell is this thing," she asked, humor in her voice as she pulled on of the handles to bring it closer. Before Will could stop her, she peered inside the bag already half filled with Will's clothes. "What's this?" she asked quickly looking up at him.
Will was leaning against the wall for support and gasping for breath. "What's it look like?" he managed in between his struggled breathing. What could he say? It had been awhile since his last time…
"A suitcase," she replied. "You weren't going somewhere were you?"
He shrugged and tried to regain his footing.
She stared at him for a few seconds. "Will, were you going to New York?" she asked cautiously.
He finally found his balance and used the wall to push himself back into a standing position. In three quick steps he'd crossed the floor back to where she lay on his bed and pressed a searing kiss to her lips. As he pulled away her lips reached out to him for more. "You hadn't even let me say goodbye," he muttered and as she smiled he planted another one on her.
They were both tired of talking; they'd been doing it for too long. It was finally time for no more words.
What?! That can't be it! Well, bad news. Apart from the epilogue; that's it. (Which is really just a silly, summarizing piece of fluff. Just the way I like it...)
Aren't you a bit relieved? No more sexual tension/ angstyness. Their both still as stubborn as hell... but you wouldn't want them any other way. I love how they spend all this time talking and fighting and in the end it's what Will doesn't say that ends up getting them back together. Irony is a very stroooooong thing, my friend.
Soooooo. I bet some of you are still upset about the whole wedding thing. How on earth could I let Will agree to that? Well in my own mind I feel like Darcy was too noble. I mean honestly, Jane's Darcy never would have backed out on a commitment of that magnitude no matter what his heart told him. I wanted my Darcy to have that too. So I had to leave it to a force greater than Darcy to intervene on his behalf. You call it fate, I call it my quest for a happy ending.
And Lizzy bended pretty darn fast for being "over" him. Ha. No way was she over him. She was always looking for a reason to take him back. He's her Darcy. Every Lizzy needs a Darcy. She just needed to know that she could be with him and he wouldn't hold her back. She could be Lizzy and Will's girl at the same time. Will finally showed her that.
See I'm not as horrible and angsty as you think. Deep down inside I'm just a hopeless romantic. Really deep down inside.
Anyway, I've been saving some shout outs for the last part. You guys can wait for the epi, right?
(P.S. Am I at 300 yet?)