Title: Deep in my Heart

Pairing: Will/Jack

Chapter One


"Will!" Jack screeched through the partically empty apartment. He held a hand to his head and flopped onto the couch dramatically, wrapping a blanket draped on the other end around his body. Will appeared out of his bedroom, apparently in a hurry.

"What now, Jack?" he asked, annoyed.

Jack folded his arms and tilted his head cutely. "Chill out, I just need an advil. I think I'm dying."

Will sighed and fixed his tie in the mirror over the fireplace. Then he walked over to the couch and placed a hand atop Jack's forehead, feeling for his temperature. "Hmm. You do feel a little warm, but I think you'll live."

He gave Jack a playful slap on the cheek and went to retrieve papers from the dining room table.

Jack was aghast. "A LITTLE warm? Did you even feel me at all!" He got up and gave Will a hug from behind. "I think you're going to need to stay home today and help your little Jackie get better."

"Believe me, Jack. There is nothing I would rather do then that, but I have such a hectic day of work ahead of me."

Jack's arms fell from Will's waist sadly. He hung his head and retreated back to the sofa, like a six-year old suffering a time-out. His head hit the couch cushions, and he feigned tears.

"Jack, we both know you're not crying." Will said, not looking up from the paperwork on the table.

Will went into the kitchen and felt around for a bottle of asprin. "Here you go Mary." he said, tossing the pill bottle on the couch and hitting the pile of blankets his younger friend was buried in. "Now I'm going to work, I'll be back around five-thirty. You want to have dinner tonight?"

"You paying?"

"Don't I always?"

"Fine." Jack threw the blanket off his chest and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, took the pills, then went to watch TV. "I'll be here when you get back."

"Aren't you always?"

Jack took the bottle of asprin he had just taken and hurled it at Will. His horrible aim and throwing arm made it hit the opposite edge of the fire place. Will smiled.

"Jack, you know better then anyone that people who live in gay houses shouldn't throw-anything" he said as he walked out the door.


"Ouch."

Jack sat up on the couch and put a hand to his head. It was twice as warm as when he took the asprin. He looked out the window next to him. The sky was pitch black, the only source of light he could find was a thin stream of light from the moon peaking out from behind a thick plethora of clouds. The streets were dark and barren, and Jack could only see a few people scattered about.

Around the apartment, the lights and television had been shut off, and there was a blanket around him that hadn't been there before. Someone had set up a little table in front of him, with a glass of orange juice and a note for him.

Jack ignored the note and drank the juice ravonously. His throat felt as if it was on fire, and he felt himself relax as the cool juice trickled down his chin and coated his rasping throat. When the juice was gone, he wiped his mouth and unfolded the piece of paper in front of him. In it was Will's handwriting.


"Dear Jack,

I got home tonight and found you sleeping where I left you this morning. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you told me you were sick; I guess you really were telling the truth. Anyway, I decided not to wake you up for dinner, so there are leftovers in the fridge.

I can't stay with you tomorrow, since I have a big case I have to settle, but I'll try to use some of my vacation time to stay with you for about a week, or at least until you start feeling better.

Take some more Advil if you need to. I put them in the kitchen for you. I'll wake you up tomorrow and make some breakfast for you, ok?

Feel better,

Will"


Jack's head pounded.

"Anyway, I decided not to wake you up for dinner, so there are leftovers in the fridge. "

'Ugh.' Jack groaned, holding his luching stomach. 'I don't think I can eat right now,' he thought feebily.

"I can't stay with you tomorrow, since I have a big case I have to settle, but I'll try to use some of my vacation time to stay with you for about a week, or at least until you start feeling better."

'I'm never going to feel better', Jack sighed, resting his head on the pillow Will must have provided for him. 'I feel like shit, and I'm always going to feel this way.'

"Take some more Advil if you need to. I put them in the kitchen for you. I'll wake you up tomorrow and make some breakfast for you, ok?

Feel better,

Will"

Jack smiled. Why was Will being so nice to him when he had acted like such a jerk this morning?

'Because I would have done the same for him', he thought.

Jack held his head. It was getting worse.