Fic: Lack of Umbrellas
Title: Lack of Umbrellas
Fandom: The Good Wife
Characters: Alicia/Will
Rating: G
Summary: A few short hours after Closing Arguments - Alicia and Will are leaving the hotel, it's raining but they don't have umbrellas.
Author's Note: Late Response to The Good Wife Summer Hiatus Comment Fixathon
lizook12 on June 2nd, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
Alicia/Will - umbrella
It’s raining when they leave the hotel a few hours later and since Alicia didn’t bring her purse because he said he was “paying for drinks” and told her she “therefore didn’t need it,” she doesn’t have an umbrella.
And because they walked from the office to the hotel originally, neither car is conveniently located in the covered parking deck of the hotel.
And because neither have spent as much free time in Chicago’s finest hotels as Peter has, they don’t know that there is an umbrella with the hotel’s name and logo in every closest of the Presidential Suite they just left.
“Wanna make a run for it?” Will says, while standing under the awning of the hotel.
“Can’t.” That’s all Alicia says as she stares straight out into the rain.
He wonders if she is even answering this particular question but either way, he doesn’t understand why she “can’t.” He doesn’t understand why they can’t be together or why she wouldn’t be able to make a run for it. He’s looking her up and down for some sign of why she “can’t” when he notices her feet. There is no way she can run back to the office in the four inch heels she’s currently wearing.
“Take your shoes off.”
And all she can do is laugh right then because her four inch heels have been an extension of her physical self over the last two years. These days, she doesn’t feel like she’s ready for battle, ready to defend her client or herself, without her four inch heels.
“My shoes are not the issue,” and when she sees the look of skepticism on Will’s face, she adds, “you’re going to laugh at me.”
And he probably will but she seems glued to her spot under the awning of the hotel and he needs to make sure she gets home before anyone snaps a picture of her leaving a hotel at 5AM with someone who isn’t her State’s Attorney husband.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
And she says only two words: “my hair.”
“What’s wrong with your hair? Is it a wig?”
“No! It’ll get curly.”
“Good! I like it curly, you’re you with curly hair. You seem less . . . perfect with curly hair.”
And he grabs her hand and pulls her into the rain before she can even process what he said.
As they are running back to the office, hand in hand, replaying his words in her head, she realizes that Will isn’t going anywhere because he loves her for the person she really is, not the person she pretends to be or the person she became for Peter.
When she walks into the staff meeting at 9:30AM, after a quick shower and wardrobe change, she’s wearing a killer suit, fantastic heels, and her dark hair in curls cascading down her back.
Will can’t help but smile when he sees her enter the room, whether it's because he has an instance flashback to the intimate hours he just spent with her, or because the curly-haired Alicia standing before him makes him recall the Alicia he met all those years ago at Georgetown. Either way, this Alicia seems more . . . real, he decides, and he’s never loved her more.
Thank God for lack of umbrellas.