A bit more intense. Let me know what you guys think :)

Saturday morning had come quick. Will had laid in bed holding a trembling Mackenzie for most of the night. He couldn't understand the bruises, they most certainly were not visible during the day earlier. And he knew that she had some fears of the dark, mostly from her time spent in war, but never to the extent of hysterically crying and holding on to him. Those fears had been silenced with her therapy and with the night light. But that had been on all night and she still wasn't comfortable. She was afraid of something. He knew that if he pushed her, she would close up even more.

These days, their relationship would be defined as complicated. They weren't exactly a couple, but they obviously were best friends. Deep down, they both knew that they could count on each other to be there. It would be a while before Will and Mackenzie engaged themselves in a relationship. But for now they were working on it.

When the morning light lit up her face, he made out the beginnings of a black eye. A handprint decorated her upper arm and bruises around her neck looked darker than he remembered. Her grip on him had never lessened over the night.

"Will?"

"Hey, good morning." He looked down on her. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah," she replied slowly. She quickly sat up, taking in her surroundings. "You stayed here?"

"Yes," Will ran his hand up and down her back. "You have one of the smallest beds ever." He smiled.

"Last night... Will, I don't-"

"We don't have to talk about it. But I am here if you need me."

"I have it under control." She got out of bed and made we way to the kitchen.

"I'm sure you do." Will sighed following her. He was fighting a losing battle.

"Coffee?" She yelled.

"Please." He responded.

"What are your plans for today?" She leaned against the counter. He looked good in the morning.

"Nothing. You?"

"You want to do something together? Get out of town for a while?" She was quiet. But her apartment was even more quiet, and her voice came out over the coffee maker to chase out the silence.

"You want to get out of town with me?" Will smiled, this sounded like a really good idea. But it also made him nervous.

It's not every day that your EP asks you to run away with her. Not that Will wasn't ready to comply with her crazy ideas, he just wasn't prepared for her to drop this on him so early.

"Can we?" She was practically begging.

"I've got a place, it's about 3 hours from here. Lonney will want to come, there are only 2 rooms, so I can share with Lonney,"

"Oh." Was all she said as she started to pour two cups of coffee. It was silent in her apartment. Will suddenly regretted what he said. She turned around, handing him his cup, standing in front of him. "Would that be ok?" She finished in a whisper.

"How can I say no to you?" He set his cup down on the counter. Pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "It is perfectly okay."

Mackenzie took a deep breath. She hadn't realized that having him this close to her would be so comforting. She had always felt safe with him; secure in any mess. She typically always had herself together. But on rare occasions she sometimes found herself in a mess - and Will was never far behind that mess waiting for her.

"Here's the plan, okay," will pulled away from her, but keeping her within an army's distance. "You go shower and get dressed, pack your things. We can head to my place together, I'll get some things an we can head out. We can get there by noon if we hurry."

"Sounds perfect."

They had been on the road for almost 2 hours. Will had his nose in a book and Mackenzie took her attention to the crossword puzzle in the back of the paper. Lonney wasn't thrilled about the idea of heading up to a vacant home for the weekend, but assumed that this would keep them both out of trouble for the next 48 hours.

Even Lonney had started to notice a change in Mackenzie's behavior. She once seemed confident, determined, forceful even. But now she reminded him of an insecure teenager. Full of fear and question. He didn't blame her, she ran around with Will, which could make any sane person go a little crazy. But Lonney had also noticed something else. Mackenzie was a lot more comfortable around Will. The second Will left, her walls went back up and the forced smile came out.

While he was glad to get them out of the city for a while, he hated that he had to babysit them. Even if he was getting paid to do so.

"How's dinner coming along?" Mackenzie asked coming into the kitchen. They had spent the entire day relaxing. They went for a long walk into a small town to get groceries, stopped for coffee, spent sometime reminiscing on old memories and talking about big plans for the future.

"It should be ready soon." Will handed her a glass of wine. "Go get comfortable."

"Okay," Mackenzie smiled, taking her wine into the next room where he had started a fire and the tv was on quietly.

She settled into the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest. She drank her wine quicker than she intended too, but they had a few bottles to go through.

"It's hot still," he handed her a plate of Chicken Alfredo and her eyes lit up. He sat down next to her on the couch.

"Billy this is so delicious!" She had her mouth full of food. Will just smiled.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I've missed your cooking." She said shyly, keeping her eyes on her food.

"Anytime Mac."

"I've gotten used to take out so much that I miss what real food tastes like."

"You are in luck. For the next 24 hours you will get nothing but my cooking." He was already coming up with ideas for breakfast and dinner tomorrow.

They continued to eat in silence. When Mackenzie put her cleared plate on top of his on the coffee table she moved closer to him.

"Will?" She whispered, looking up at him.

"Mac?" He copied back.

"Thank you for all of this."

"No need to thank me." He leaned forward to kiss the top of her head lightly. But Mackenzie moved at the right time so their lips touched.

Both of them froze in place. Both afraid to break away first. A million thoughts races trough Will's mind. And then, as if she had been give the green flag, she moved her hand up to his face and began to kiss him. Will had no choice but to kiss her back. She moved into his lap, straddling him, letting her finger run through his hair. His hands moved to her sides, where they slipped under her shirt. The feeling of his hands on her skin made her moan, goosebumps rose all across her body. He lifted her shirt up and pulled it off her head, lips only breaking for a minute. He shifted her body so they were laying on the couch. His mouth still on hers, exploring territory he once knew and had long forgotten. His hands roamed over her torso and her breasts that were still held in place with a sports bra. Her hands moved quickly with the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off.

When he was free of his shirt, his hands moved to the spandex of her sweatpants, pulling roughly at them to get them off.

Mackenzie opened her eyes quickly, stopping all her movements. Will continued his venture, holding her in place when she would squirm.

"Stop-" Mackenzie tried to move out from under him.

Will stopped immediately and looked up at her. Panic was spread across her face, tears brimmed her eyes, her moves were frantic.

"Kenz?" he sat back, giving her space, letting her scramble into a sitting position.

Her eyes searched the surroundings and landed on Will. He looked confused and hurt.

"Billy." She whispered and her walls came down, allowing her to break down crying. She moved closer to him slowly, afraid he'd reject her. But he just opened his arms and pulled her to him.

"It's okay," he spoke softly. He noticed that the bruises didn't stop with her eye and neck. She had multiple bruises across her stomach.

He grabbed his shirt from the floor next to them and pulled his friend away from him.

"Put this on, honey." He helped her with the fabric.

Mackenzie continued to cry just as hard. Frantically struggling against the long sleeves. Will grabbed one and helped her get her arm through it. He rolled the sleeves up, buttoned the middle buttons to keep his shirt in place on her much smaller body. He took her face in his hands, kissed her forehead and wiped away some of her tears.

"Kenzie," it came out as a whisper. Seeing her this upset and hurt broke his heart. He wanted to make her feel better. Whatever happened the other day must still be bothering her. "You're okay."

"Billy," she tried to catch her breath. "I'm sorry."

"Hey you know what I just remembered?" He smiled.

"What?" She asked through her tears. Still visibly upset but she allowed Will the distraction.

"I think there might be some ice cream in the freezer."

Mackenzie smiled and nodded her head. Will stood up from his seated position on the couch. She grabbed his hand as he started to walk away, "Will,"

"When you are ready, Mackenzie." He kissed her hand. "I'm here for you and I will wait until you are ready to talk."

She squeezed his hand. He gave her a smile and a squeeze back before disappearing to the kitchen.