Author's note: This story takes place a good seven months after the season 4 finale and is about Alicia and Will (or what's left of it). This means that Alicia is with Cary at "Florrick, Agos and Associates." Will is still at L/G. Even though the story picks up seven months after, I will definitely go back to what happened in those passed seven months with flashbacks. Everything else you need to know will be explained as the story progresses!
Summary: Force Ma·jeure noun. 1: Superior or irresistible force. 2: An event or effect that cannot be reasonably anticipated or controlled. Alicia & Will. Starts off seven months after Alicia left L/G, with flashbacks.


Force Majeure

Chapter 1 –Beautiful Morning

Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day. I've got this wonderful feeling,
everything's going my way
Oscar Hammerstein II

Thursday, 6:45 AM

Oh, Cary you've got to be kidding me, is all I can think as I hear him explain the situation.

"Look. I wouldn't ask you this if I didn't have to."

"Well, how sick are you?" I ask, while trying to pour myself a glass of orange juice with one hand, juggling my phone in the other.

"Let's just say I spend more time in the bathroom than in bed," Cary answers. His voice is raspy and muted. He does sound sick.

"Ok. That's enough information. I get it," I reply and hurry back to my bedroom to gather my stuff. "But can't we ask one of the associates?" I catch my reflection in the mirror. God, I'm not even wearing any makeup yet.

"Alicia… They don't stand a chance against David Lee. You know that. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

I sit down on my bed and put on my shoes. "Cary… Yes, I know. But do you really think I am the best candidate to do Lockhart/Gardner?"

"No one from our firm is. Look, I don't know what happened that night of the class action between you and Will, but you'll just have to get over it. You can't avoid going there forever."

Well, I do know what happened that night of the class action, I think to myself. But we had decided to never talk about that again. Either way, Cary's right. I grab my laptop and charger and walk back to the kitchen.

"I know," I finally reply. "So, what's her name again?" I manage to get my laptop in my bag with one hand.

"Sandra Dilaney. You met her. Jenna will fill you in on the details."

"OK, I'll call her." I answer. I grab a pen and paper to jot down her name, but when I do my elbow pushes against something. I look up but I'm too late. The glass tips over the counter. With a loud bang, the glass hits the kitchen tiles and snaps into pieces. The orange juice streams over the kitchen tiles.

"Shit," I mutter.

"You ok?" I hear Cary through my phone.

"Yeah…" I say as I observe the mess. "I'm fine. I call you when we're done."

"Ok. Talk to you later."

Orange juice everywhere.

I glance at my watch. I'm already late. Great. Just… great.


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