A\N: My 18th fluff and comfort oneshot. Will gets food poisoning from some fish and Alicia helps him through it despite him being an awful patient.

I've not updated this since Easter because I've had other story ideas that have taken precedence but I'm struggling with them, I'm going to freestyle some fluffy Willicia for you Angels. (This is set a few weeks before Will finds out she, Cary and the other fourth years are leaving the firm to start their own)

Enjoy.

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Oneshot 18 title: Will and Alicia (food poisoning)

Oneshot 18 summary: Alicia helps Will through a bout of food poisoning.

Chapter count: 1.

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He wakes up and instantly feels like throwing up. He gets out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom and throws himself in front of the toilet just in time to see his dinner reappear. After dry heaving for a full five minutes, his throat burns and he shakily gets to his feet, feeling exhausted from just throwing up. He just wants to sleep but he has work. He groans as he walks to the shower, turning it on as hot as it goes.

He manages to last 5 minutes before he needs to throw up again. He sighs: he can't go to work like this. He clumsily wraps a towel around his hips and steps into his bedroom, the bed looking extremely good right now, but he walks past it to grab his phone. he needs to text Diane. He closes his eyes when the pounding his head that started in the shower has worsened.

Diane: Not coming in, been throwing up, let Alicia know.

He doesn't know why he told her to tell Alicia, after all his best friend hasn't taken care of him with an illness since college. He throws his phone on his bed before drying himself and pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, crawling into bed and allowing sleep to claim him.

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He wakes up to fingers running through his hair and the sound of a familiar voice speaking softly to him.

"Will, it's time to wake up."

Alicia.

His eyes flutter open at the sound of her voice. What is she doing here? He asks himself

Alicia is sitting beside him, her fingers in his hair. She smiles at him. "W... what are you doing here, Leesh?" He asks through a dry throat. His mouth tastes awful. Alicia sighs. "What does it look like, Will? I'm here to take care of you." She says as she gets up from the bed.

He can't have her take care of him! She's got other priorities that don't include taking care of him.

"Leesh, I'm fine. I just need to sleep it off." He protests, sitting up, the action making him feel nauseous. Alicia scoffs. "This isn't a hangover, Will. This is food poisoning. You can't 'just sleep it off!'" She argues, gently pushing him back down. He grins at her. He can see why anyone is scared to go up against her in court: she's scary, even to him and he's known her for 19 years.

She leaves his room with a sad smile, most likely remembering the last time she was in his bedroom, dressed in nothing but his sheet and a smile on her face, biting her lip as she walked out of the bedroom.

He buries his head in his pillow, the pounding in his head returning. Even though she's not been in his bed for three years, had her head on his pillow, and has had other women in his bed, her perfume has always lingered on his pillows, not that he's complaining, not today anyway.

"Will, you have no food in your house." Alicia says coming back into his bedroom with a tray containing a bowl of something that smells amazing and a glass of water. "So if I have no food, how did you make this?" He asks, his voice muffled by his pillow. Alicia chuckles. "Well, luckily I do. I always make this broth whenever Zach and Grace get sick because those two get the same illness within a week of each other, and it's the only thing their stomachs can handle. I had the last bit of it in the freezer when the kids were ill a few weeks ago. So this will help you start to replenish the fluid and food you lost." She explains, putting the tray on his nightstand. He lifts his head from his pillow.

"Will, just let me take care of you, like I did in college." She says softly. She says it so softly he has to strain to really hear her.

"Okay, okay." He says. He can't deny her anything when she speaks in that voice. She smiles, putting the tray across his lap. "Can I get you anything else?" She asks. Will takes a spoonful of the chicken broth and shakes his head. No, he doesn't need anything else: he has everything he could ask for was right here beside him, well almost everything.

He smiles as he takes her hand.

"No, I've got everything I need right beside me." He says, leaning in and kissing her cheek like a ghost, because that's all he'll ever be to her now: a ghost watching over her, watching as she chooses the man who hurts her, over the man who loves her and he will love her until he dies, and if there's a life after that, he'll love her then.

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A\N: This is a short Willicia oneshot, if any of you Angels have read The Mortal Instruments books by Cassandra Clare or seen Shadowhunters, you'll know what quote I'm speaking about.

I hope you enjoy this one my Angels.