My ideas about what should happen in the series. . . enjoy and review if you want to see more.
Disclaimer: This is my plan for what will happen in TGW. If you don't see this in the upcoming episodes, you'll know these aren't my characters. (Yes, I'm sarcastic. No, I don't own Will and/or Alicia.)
Will took another gulp from his glass of scotch as he watched her paraded across the television screen for the umpteenth time tonight. She had been the number one story on all of the local news stations for the evening news tonight. By the 11:00 showing, he thought he probably had the story memorized.
She did it, he thought. She finally did it. He sighed and lifted his glass again. Will had waited for this day for the past 3 years, ever since he had first seen her dominating the news stations. He wondered what this could mean for them. What it meant for the future. Their future?
Will shook his head to clear that line of thoughts from his brain. He couldn't think about that now. He shouldn't think about that ever. But if he was being honest with himself, that was what he thought of most of the time now. He settled farther down into the couch and just watched her face on the screen. Old photos, new photos, a clip from the interview she did during Peter's campaign. He could get lost in her face, and now he had the luxury of staring at her without getting caught.
A light knock on the door roused him from his thoughts. He set his glass down on the coffee table and stood up. He pressed the mute button on the remote as his bare feet padded along the floor of his apartment on his way to the door. He wasn't sure who would come to his door so late, but he decided to answer the faint knocking. As he reached the door, he leaned down to see through the peephole. He pulled back from the door quickly with surprise, then reached for the knob and jerked the door open.
"Alicia?" he asked, the surprise evident in his voice and in his expression. Her head was bowed, but as she raised her face to look at him, her reddened face and swollen eyes told him she had been crying for quite awhile. Wow, this must be rough, Will thought to himself. He had never seen her cry like that before. Not in all of the years he had known her.
For the briefest of moments, he felt a pang of jealousy. That she would cry like that for him, for that dirtbag. She had to know by now that he wasn't worth it.
"Hi," she said quietly. She paused a moment to gather herself. "If this isn't a bad time, may I come in?"
"Of course," he replied, stepping aside for her to enter his apartment. She just took a couple of steps inside the door and he shut the door behind her. She turned around to face him, shaking her loose hair back from her face.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late. I just-" she broke down a bit trying to get the words out. "I just didn't know where else to go." She swallowed to clear her throat of the sob that seemed stuck there. "I tried to go home, but I couldn't face them all again." She mumbled the end of her sentence as her gaze shifted down to her hands.
He knew she meant the cameras and the press. They had been staked out at her apartment all day. He had seen the clips on the news of the reporters posted outside her building.
"Peter took the kids to-" her composure crumpled at the thought of her children, "-to his mother's". She burst into tears once more and buried her face in her hands, ashamed of what this had done to her. This wasn't her. She had never been this person that displayed every emotion. But it was who she was today. Her shields were gone, and all she had left were her tears.
Will stepped toward her and wrapped both arms around her, pressing her head against his shoulder. She cried harder now and as the sobs wracked her body, he pulled her even closer and whispered, "Shhhhhhh," into her hair.
Will racked his brain to think of what he should say. He was never at a loss for words, he was never stumped or tongue tied in court. But in this moment, he simply couldn't think of a single thing that would be appropriate to say. The sounds of her sobs were breaking his heart. He slowly rocked her back and forth and kept silent.
After a few minutes, her sobs were becoming quieter, but she didn't pull away so Will didn't dare to let her go. Will realized that she was still shaking but it wasn't from the sobbing anymore. Her knees began to buckle underneath her, and Will finally released his arms. He held her up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the sofa. "Come sit down," he said quietly. She finally pulled her hands from her face as they walked and rapidly wiped the tears from her eyes.
He sat her down in the middle of the sofa and without losing contact with her, he sat down at the end. He pulled her toward him as he motioned for her to lay her head down on his lap. She hesitated a moment and Will wasn't sure if she didn't understand him or if she was deciding if this was something she should do. She ended up with her feet stretched on one end of the couch and her head in Will's lap on the other end. The tears continued streaming down her face, but she didn't hide them this time. She folded her hands and tucked them between her bent knees. Will gently stroked the hair back from her face, caressing her over and over to calm her nerves.
He remembered the days when her hair was a mass of dark curls and he longed for the chance to touch them. Inside he smiled at the memory, a part of him wishing her hair was curly now. Outwardly, he continued to be her friend with the stone cold lawyer face to hide his emotions.
She was staring off in the direction of the television, and Will suddenly remembered what he had been watching when she came to the door. He looked up to the screen, but the newscasters had moved on to less exciting stories. He reached out for the remote to shut it off anyway. It was only a small thing, but it was the one thing he could shield her from.
Will studied her face, examining her beauty despite the evidence of her tears. Her skin had become red and blotchy from crying, her eyes were swollen, her nose reddened and her eye makeup smeared around her face, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His hands moved into her hair boldly as he began massaging her scalp, and he thanked his lucky stars for this moment with her.
His mind wandered a bit to other, more exotic, moments he'd shared with her. Every once in a while she would raise a hand to her face to wipe her tears, but slowly she was calming down. They sat like a frozen, silent statue on his couch for a long time. Eventually her tears stopped, but neither of them could find the words to move forward. So she continued to stare blankly ahead. He continued stroking her hair and massaging her scalp. And they said nothing.