Summary: Will gets sick while Grace is away. Can Jack help Will? Will/Jack. No spoilers for eight season, except could be read as post-season eight. Lame Summary, but give the story a shot please.
Will smiled. "Apartment all to myself." He sat down on the couch, noting the brownie crumbs Grace had left there this morning. Don't get me wrong, I love Grace but this will be a nice private weekend for me. Just as that thought occurred to him, Jack came in.
"Will! When I heard your wife was going away for the weekend, I just knew you'd need me. Look, I just met this guy who's perfect for you-boring and bland just the way you like 'em."
Will rolled his eyes. "Not interested Jack."
Jack quickly "Whatever, Will. Call me if you want to go to the Club tonight."
Will looked at him, surprised. It wasn't like Jack to give up so easily. He shrugged, and started vacuuming Grace's breakfast off the couch.
Back in his own apartment, Jack called the only person who'd be able to knock some sense into him.
"Jackie! How's my poodle today?"
"Oh...I don't know. Who's your daddy?"
"You are honey, what's the problem?"
"Well. I think I have feelings for someone...that maybe I shouldn't have."
"Oh Jackie...I know what this is about."
"You do?" He was a little nervous. Karen wasn't exactly a fan of Will's.
"It's Grace isn't it? Gosh knows the girl's obliviousness to when someone wants her is only matched by her ability to ruin an outfit. HA!"
"Karen, NO! It's, well, it's Will." He said after some hesitation.
"Oh, of course it is!"
"It's just…I don't know what to do, Karen."