You don't know jack about willpower

YOu Don't Know Jack about Willpower

Author's Notes: So yeah I'm sorry for the long delay and after reading all of your reviews, which I must say touched me deeply as Writing is something that is very important to me, I felt quite guiltly. After AFF went all wonky and then returned to something "normal" I started writing the fourth chapter. But it wasn't working out and tabled it for a time. Then my computer contracted so much spyware that there was no choice to do a full system restore. I don't even have Microsoft Word and am writing on Notepad so I apologize not only for the long wait but for any spelling/grammer mistakes as this is completely unbetaed. But as I reread those reviews I am inspired to write once more. Although I am sad to say this is one of those nasty 'plot' chapters. Sorry

Disclaimer: If you've read the previous chapters you'd know that not only do I not own any of the characters or settings portrayed in this fanfic. I am making no money off of making them have rauchy gay sex and am doing this for fun and for self-esteem purposes. Don't take my version of therapy away by suing me. Please?

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Chapter Four: A Plot Twist

Will was immersed in the business contract one of his clients had sent him when his assistant poked his head into the office. "M-Mr. Truman, sir?"
"Yes Billy?" Billy was a young man in pre-law trying to work his way through college. Being the softy that Will was he hired the nervous boy. Boy, Billy was 24 and Will could consider him young. 'Truman' he thought 'you're getting old.'
"T-There's a man here to see you." Will had almost forgotten that he and Jack had a lunch 'date'. Will, without looking up from the document, sighed.
"I'm expecting him, let him in, Billy." Will glanced up over his reading glasses long enough to see Billy nod and exit. He returned his attention to the contract, afterall Jack would be disappointed if he wasn't allowed to distract Will from his work. The door squeaked open and a masculine voice said.
"Hi, Will." Will recognized the voice and his head shot up, the business contract suddenly forgottened.
"Vince!"

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Jack wandered into the loft office of "Grace Adler Designs". Karen sat at her desk, filing her nails. She glanced up. "Hey Jackie, come in, Gracie went out to do a job this morning." Which although explained the absence of Karen's boss and friend was of no interest to Jack.
"Hey, Karen." He said dejectedly, no, boredly as he sat in a empty chair.
"What's amatter Poodle?" Karen asked. "The sex wasn't any good?"
"It was great, mind-blowing." Jack said, in that same lackluster tone. He propped his head in his right hand and his right elbow on his left leg that was crossed over his right. "It was the morning after that was disappointing. Sort of." Karen finally looked at him, more than looked at him but focused. Something that a normal drug-addicted drunk wouldn't have been about to do. She dropped her nail-file and stood up, pointing at Jack with a little yelp.
"Your in love with him!"
"NO!" Jack got really hyper and jumped up too. "I didn't know who he was, besides there is no such thing as love." Jack declared. There wasn't! There was attraction and lust and companbility but no such thing as love. Shakesphere and Browning and all those other dead poets were wrong. So he attempted to change the subject. "Hey, Will and I were suppose to have lunch today but I suddenly feel like shoe-shopping." Jack adopted a whining, wielding tone and went up on his toes. "Karen wanna take me on a shoppping spree at Barney's?"
"Sure Poodle."Karen said nodding, standing and retrieving her designer purse. "Just let me finish up my work." She grabbed a pill and a martini and, placing the pill in the martini glass, downed them both in one go. "Okay lets go."

At the store Karen was bored and annoyed that the sales staff refused to refill her gin and tonic. Jack was forcing himself to be cheerful and trying on shoe after shoe. He even ignored the gorgeous male sales clerk that was flirting with him. After about a half an hour of this uncharacteristic mopping of the gay man Karen finally had enough. She dragged a shoeless Jack over to a corner. "What is wrong with you?" she stage whispered through gritted teeth. "So what if you slept with Will?" Jack wasn't surprised that Karen had guessed the identity of his Mystery Man "Suck it up and get over it. You're embarrassing me." Karen said the last sentance very fast. Jack slid down the wall to sit on the ground. His knees pulled up to his chest.
"What if I lied, Karen? I want to. It was a one-night stand but I don't want it to be." Karen looked at him in sympathy.
"Oh poodle." She knelt down to pat his cheek. "What if we got him really drunk again?" Jack made eye contact with her, finally.
"But I wants him for real, yo." He said wearing his puppy dog pout and a gangsta hand gesture.
"Jackie...what if we go and buy you some jewlery from Tiffanies'?"
"Okay. A gold watch..." Jack made a continuing movement with his hand "and a gold necklace...and a diamond pinkie ring...well maybe not diamond...and designer glasses and jeans."
"Okay sweetie." Karen stood and held out her hand to Jack. "Lets go."

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Will raced into Grace's and his apartment and slammed the door behind him, leaning against as if to stop anyone else from entering. Grace looked up from her magazine on the sofa. "Hey. What's up?" Will looked like he ran all the way from his office and was flushed and smiling.
"YOu'll never guess who I just ran into, well not 'ran into' but he came to see me in my office." Grace looked vaguely confused and bemused.
"Who?" She still held her issue of 'Vogue'.
"Vince." Will still sounded happy as he advanced into the room.
"Vince who you broke up with?" Will did a little happy dance.
"Yes. We're having dinner tonight and oh my god he looks so great and we had lunch together and talked and he's back on the force as a detective and wow just wow."
"That's great Will." Grace faked a smile for him.
"What? Why aren't you happy for me?"
"I'm happy." Grace continued to smile but had put down her magazine.
"No you're not, that's you're fake 'I-want-to-be-happy-for-you-but-can't' smile." Will started to point angerily at her.
"No it's not." Grace held onto her smile as if it was froze to her face.
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is." Will insisted. "Why aren't you happy for me?" Grace finally dropped the pretext of a fake smile.
"Well, what about Jack?" Will went from being angry to being confused and it played out on his face.
"What?"
"Well, weren't you suppose to have lunch with him today? That's what you said this morning." Will's face dropped as he ran a hand down his face. "I mean, I know you're happy and everything, but did you really ditch your friend for someone who broke your heart?" Will's hand went over his face, through his hair to rest on the back of his neck while his other hand went to his hip.
"No, but-Jack probably forgot anyway." Will stated, holding one hand out to her and dropping the other to his side. "He's always forgetting stuff like that."
"Yeah." Grace was looking at him sadly, almost disappointed at him. "Will do you really believe that?"
"No" He knew she was talking about him skipping out on lunch but Will's mind was back on the previous night. With a masked Jack finger-fucking himself and a mouth stretched around Will's dick doing unthinkable things and-
"What are you going to do?" Grace asked. Will looked directly at her and said
"I don't know."

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Next Chapter dinner with Vince and Will. Don't worry this is still a Wick fic. Will Will sleep with Vince and what of poor Jack? Find out next time on "YOU DON'T KNOW JACK ABOUT WILLPOWER"