A\N: The other day, I deleted a story called The ghosts of Georgetown, a story that I had been working on for a few days, and I deleted it because I'm not good at multi-chaptered (unless they're one (two) shots) and it sucks as I've got so many amazing stories in mind. Anyway, I'm going to turn this two shot book into a fluff and comfort oneshot book for The Good Wife. I hope you enjoy this, Angels.
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Oneshot 3 title: Will and Alicia (migraine)
Oneshot 3 summary: Alicia gets a migraine at work and Will takes care of her.
POV: 3rd person.
Chapter count: 1
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She's been prone to headaches ever since was a child, she's had them throughout law school. They suddenly stopped the years she wasn't working. They came back the day after the news broke, which didn't exactly surprise her. She spent the day in bed, her entire room blacked out. Zach and Grace were off school anyway, so they didn't bother her that much.
They've been coming back more and more frequently since Peters trial and his incarceration, and nothing she does helps, it's not as if she can leave the office or court to go home and lie in bed in the dark until it passes.
Her headache starts after lunch, on the right side of her head, a throbbing pain that makes her whimper a little bit like a kicked dog. She drops her pen and massages her temple, hoping to alleviate the throbbing, when that doesn't work she roots around her drawer for the bottle of aspirin, only to come up empty. She groans and puts her head in her hands, closing her eyes.
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Will's not seen Alicia all day. It's unusual for him not to see her at some point during the day, even if it's in passing, but not today. He walks into her office and frowns. Her office is empty, yet all her stuff is here: her coat is on the hook, her bag on the floor beside her desk, her laptop is on, the screen black, her phone is beside the laptop, but Alicia isn't here.
A sound comes from her adjoining bathroom.
"Alicia!" He says as he enters her bathroom, his heart cracking at the sight.
Alicia is retching into the toilet, her hair all around her face.
He gathers her hair into a handmade ponytail with one hand and rubs her back with the other hand. "Will, go 'way." She says between retches. He shakes his head.
"Leesh, I'm not going anywhere." He says, rubbing her back again.
She stops throwing up after three minutes and leans into him with a groan. He helps her to her feet, catching and swinging her into his arms when she stumbles in her heels. He carries her back into her office and lays her down on the couch.
"No, desk." Alicia whines, struggling to sit up. Will gently pushes her back down, taking off her heels.
"No, couch. Alicia, you just threw up, you can't work. You've got a migraine. You shouldn't even be at work today." He's seen firsthand how bad her migraines can get and he can guess that this one is a bad one. Alicia just protests. "Have you taken any medication?" Alicia doesn't answer. Will sighs before calling Diane.
Phone call:
Diane: Will, everything okay?
Will: No. Diane, can you do me a favour?
Diane: What is it?
Will: Go into my desk first top desk drawer and get the bottle of Vicodin and bring it to Alicia's office with a glass of water.
Diane: I'll be there in five minutes.
Will: Thanks, Diane.
Diane: Don't need to thank me, Will, just take care of Alicia.
Will: I always do.
Phone call
He puts his phone back into his pocket and looks at Alicia who is close to falling asleep. He's always loved watching her sleep, it's the only time she looks peaceful.
Her office door opens and Diane enters silently with the bottle of Vicodin and a glass of water. His partner places them on the coffee table while he wakes up a sleeping Alicia.
He shakes her shoulder softly. "Leesh, wake up." He says quietly. Alicia moans and moves away from him. He chuckles. It's always been fun trying to wake up a sleeping Alicia. "Will, leave me 'lone, me sleeping." She mumbles, Will rolls his eyes. "I know but you need to take some medication if you want the migraine to go away, then you can sleep all day." Will tells her.
Alicia's eyes open, a scowl on her face as he helps her sit up. "I hate you, Will Gardner." His friend mutters as she's handed the Vicodin and the glass of water. He only chuckles at her last statement. Alicia closes her eyes again as she lies back down.
"Thanks, Will." She mumbles as sleep overtakes her. Will kisses her temple before closing the blinds around her doors and windows, casting the office into darkness. "You're welcome, Leesh." He whispers as he sits down beside her, he smiles when she moves her head to lie on his lap, he finds himself running his fingers through her hair soothingly.
With a dark office, the woman he loves warm and sleeping in his lap, Will Gardner finds it easy to drift off into a light slumber.
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Diane Lockhart fades into the background, which she doesn't mind. She likes being the observer when it comes to Will and Alicia. A smile finds its way onto her lips when she watches Will fall asleep with Alicia's head on his lap and his fingers buried in her hair. She takes out her phone and snaps a few pictures.
It's rare to see Will Gardner relaxed, especially in the office, in the middle of the day, but right now, in Alicia's office, asleep with her, it's the most relaxed she's them in a long time, and she's happy to see her partner and lawyer relaxed.
She leaves the two of them to sleep, telling Alicia's assistant not to let anyone disturb Alicia and Will until tomorrow.
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A\N: This has been a bitch to write! I've had to rewrite this three times, I was originally going to have Will be sick and Alicia take care of him but didn't like it, then I wrote something else then deleted it because it didn't sound right, so then I wrote this. I hope you Angels enjoy this one!