Disclaimer- I don't own Will and Grace

Notes- Alrighty, I have edited and combined the first two chapters of my fic because of complaints that my chapters are too short. It's the same story as before … Only better! Anyways, both of these chapters will be in Jack's POV and thoughts will be in italics. R&R please. Hope you enjoy!

Dreams Can Come True chapter 1

The sun was out and shining through the trees that shaded the many chairs that were in rows. I could see the smiling faces of family and friends as I made my way down the long isle way in my beautiful, white, tux. I grinned as I saw the back of the man that was obviously the man I was going to marry. In all pf the recurring dreams I had of the marriage, the man was always facing away from me. But hey, I wasn't going to complain, I liked what I could see from the back.

I continued to walk down the isle, I could feel my heart rate speed up as I got nearer and nearer the groom. I walked a few more steps and was then standing right behind the man. I awaited for him to turn around to face me. He slowly turned and I was shocked at who was standing in front of me. My best friend, Will stood there smiling. He grabbed my hand in his own and pulled me up to the alter beside him. I was in pure shock. Never, in all the wedding dreams I had, had I went this far. Of all people … Will! I shook all over and in the next minute found myself sitting straight up in bed. Ohh my God … I thought as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. That was one odd dream. I swallowed hard trying to clear the images out of my head. Why Will …?Of all people I could dream of like that …Why him? I sighed inwardly as I walked into the kitchen to get a drink. The dream had defiantly puzzled me, shocked me really. I had never really thought of Will as anymore than a friend. Had never considered having a relationship with him. It was nothing … The dream means nothing, Jack. Nothing at all …I tried to reassure myself that it was all just a silly dream. Though deep inside I knew that it had to mean more.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of cars driving down the busy New York streets. I yawned and crawled out of bed. Ohh … The dream … I recalled the dream from last night. It's nothing, Jack! Just forget it … I sighed as I walked to the bathroom to get ready. There was nothing on the agenda for today … As usual. I decided I would drop by Will's office and ask him to buy me lunch. He had nothing better to do for lunch anyways. It's not like he had a date. I laughed out loud at my own joke and finished getting ready. Will never gets dates anyways … Thankfully … I caught myself before I could think further. Why did I think that? Why do I even CARE if Will has a date? I don't … I thought reassuring myself.

I DON'T care rather Will has someone or not … I just … I'm acting this way … Because … I don't want him to get hurt … Yeah … That's it … I sighed. It was all too much. I couldn't think about it anymore. I needed lunch! I walked outside and into the beautiful sunlight and called a taxi over. Within minutes I was at Will's work place. I walked in and down the hall towards Will's office. I walked in without even knocking

"Hey, Will!" I greeted him as I walked over and took a seat on his desk. He looked up from his work and gave me a small smile.

"Hey, Jackie," he said calling me by my pet name. I felt my heart thump. I loved his smile. I was so confused. I like Will … But as more than a friend? No … That can't be it … I feel this way … Because … Will's my best friend.

"So …" I said picking up a paper weight and fiddling with it, "You wanna' buy me lunch?"

Will looked up and gave me that look that said he was trying to work. "I'm working right now, Jack …" He said as he turned his attention back to his papers. I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a sad face.

"Please?" I asked, "Buy me lunch, Will!" Once again he shot me that look and continued working. Why does he ignore me? Does he not think I have feeling? I was slightly hurt, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I sighed and pulled a chair up next to his desk. He must have noticed the sad look on my face.

"Something wrong, Jack?" He asked, not even looking up.

"Will … Do you think dreams can come true?" I asked. Wonder what he would say if I told him about the dream … Would he get mad? He looked up at me with a confused look.

"Not really … Why do you ask?"

"No reason …"

Well … You heard him Jack …Dreams don't come true, not for me anyways.