Plot: Jack loses his diary and Will finds it. Rated PG13 for light slash.
Disclaimer: "Will & Grace" is a trademark of National Broadcasting Company. No Infringement intended. The characters in this work of fiction do not belong to me.

"Will, have you seen my diary?"

Jack leaned over Will, who was eating a bowl of cereal, lifting the newspaper to check underneath. He didn't notice the bemused expression on Will's face.

"You still keep a diary? I knew you a 13 year old girl in disguise," Will smirked, taking his paper back.

"Ha, very funny. Will, I'm serious, I've written some important things in there," leaning over the kitchen counter, Jack checked under a frying pan.

"If its so important, why don't you keep it at your place?" Will took a moment to look up from what he was reading, and watched Jack. "And even if it was over here, I doubt it'd be in the kitchen."

"Could you at least help me?" Annoyed now, Jack stalked over, rifling through the sofa cushions.

"No, Jack," Will stood up with his bowl. "Unlike you, I have to go to work." He set his dish in the sink, heading for his bedroom to start on his tie.

"Thanks, Will," Jack said quietly, slipping out the door.

"I mean, come on, Jack, it can't be that important," Will paused for the reply, getting none. "Jack?"

He peeked his head out of his bedroom, finding no sign of him, and shrugged.

"He gets so worked up," Will sighed, grabbing a suit jacket and slipping it on. Reaching into the pockets, in habit, he pulled something out. "What the..."

The diary. The soft leather cover, ‘Jack' scratched into the lower corner. But how did it get in there. Oh yes, Jack mentioned something about going through Will's clothes the other day, for a date, or something along those lines.

"Should I?" The lock looked easy enough, all he had to do was press the little... Bingo! "No, I can't." He tossed the diary onto the bed, reminding himself to give it back to Jack on his way out.

"Go ahead, Wilma, he'll never know," a mini-Karen appeared on his shoulder. She took a long swig of champagne from the bottle she carried with her. Will's eyes widened.

"No, Chica, he's your friend, you can't invade his privacy like that," a mini-Rosario appeared on the other shoulder, looking away from her knitting for a brief moment to give a warning glance.

"What the hell?!" He stumbled backwards, falling into the bed. "I'm losing my mind..."

"Oh honey, shut up and read the damn thing. Don't you want to know what he says about you?" Mini-Karen had to sit down, feeling unsteady after her second bottle of champagne.

Will opened his mouth to reply, but frowned instead, "You're not real, why should I pay any attention to you?"

"Because you know I'm right," Mini-Karen laughed, swishing the last of the alcohol in the bottle.

"No, Chica, just give it back to him, and forget about it," Mini-Rosario didn't even bother looking up to receive the death glare from Mini-Karen.

"Rosie, zip it, or I'll send you back to the flea infested..." Will groaned, as the two started bickering, and looked over at the small diary sunk into his down comforter.

"One little peak wouldn't hurt," He hesitantly reached for it, setting it on his lap.

Mini-Karen paused, watching Will, "Come on, honey."

"Beat it! Both of you," he shot a glare to both figments of his imagination, watching them vanish with a poof after Mini-Karen shot out a last:

"Honey, we're going to have to talk about that tie!"

Rolling his eyes, Will clicked the lock open, and skimmed over the first few pages. The expected, ‘I found these great shoes...' and ‘One of my boyfriends said the cutest thing...'

His eyes found his name, and he hid a smirk, leaning in to read closely.

"I know I'm a little hard on Will sometimes, but it doesn't mean I don't love the guy. I do... Maybe more than I should as a friend who has been told that it could never happen."

Will closed the book quickly, shaking his head, "No, I can't read this. Its none of my business... Well maybe it is, since he's talking about me, but no, no, no..." He's voice grew faster, as he got up and finished getting ready for work.

Jack raised an eyebrow at the knock on the door, and opened up, frowning at will, "What? Its too early for another witty rag, Will." He leaned against the door frame.

Will said nothing, just leaned over and handed Jack the diary, before kissing his cheek, "I gotta get going."

Staring at the book, Jack's expression changed from unimpressed to stunned, "You read it, didn't you?"

"Have a good day, Jack," Will ignored the question, before walking off towards the elevator.

Back to Fanfiction
Back to Fun
Back to the main page