Power of Will, a SAW Fanfiction

Ch. 40 Pre-SAW: It's a Miracle

Will Maddox

"Will, honey?" Ally's voice called through her door. "You gotta eat. Come out, please?"

She didn't want to get out from under her covers.

"Hon, you can't sulk forever. Come out." She knew what it was like, being in Ally's shoes, trying to comfort someone so inconsolable. It sucked. She forced herself to open the door, seeing her roommate who had a bag of McDonald's and a matching cup.

"To hell with men," Ally tried to crack a joke. "How about you join Linds and me and we'll just be a ménage à trois?"

Will cracked a smile, a bit of it forced, for Ally. "I swear, it never gets easier. Maybe I should join a convent."

"Oh, god, honey, don't do that!" Ally put an arm around her and steered her to the living room. "Your ass would be wasted in a habit. Let's just watch some gratuitous violent action movies, eat our problems away, and just remember. You've got a friend in me."

Will groaned. Ally had been getting into the Toy Story series as of late, blaming Lindsay for the introduction. The references had been unrelenting.

"I rented us the Matrix. Finally, it was taking for-ever to grab a copy. I had to fight an old lady for it at Blockbuster." Ally laid their meal out in a junk food spread.

"That poor old lady," Will leaned back on the couch, trying to blink back the tears that carried flashbacks to Mark. To Angelina. To everything that had gone wrong in her life.

Despite the guilt, she selfishly wondered if there was a way to go back. Was it possible he could ever forgive her? Take her back? These hopeful, delusional wishful thoughts sprang up, giving her bits of life to only have herself snuff it out.

He doesn't want you. Why would he? Wouldn't you want the same, if you were in his situation? If he was the reason Bram's murderer walked?

She couldn't imagine forgetting about him so easily. But if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't trying to.

"Nuh-uh, you don't get to sulk." Ally handed Will a quarter pounder and got up to push the tape into the VHS player. "Hoffman may be giving you hell but Angie would be pissed to see you so worked up about all this."

"She'd want Baxter in prison."

"And world peace, the end of homelessness and hunger, but Angie never lingered on holding grudges on people she cared about." Ally must have been trying to stretch the truth for Will's sake, for she distinctly recalled how more like her brother Angelina had been. Stubborn. Indignant on how unfair the world was and how it shouldn't be. And that temper.

"She'd be heartbroken to know it was her murder that broke you two apart. She always wanted you to be her sister-in-law. I know she's watching us right now, probably thinking Mark's such a damn knucklehead. And mourning the loss of your future children."

That, Will could imagine. She remembered when Angie would tease Mark.

"When are you two getting married already? Stop leaving me in suspense!"

Between the two Hoffman siblings, Angie would have been the more forgiving one. Will was sure of it. She nodded, sniffing. "Yeah."

"So you're going to ogle at the fight scenes and I'm going to fantasize about Trinity. Pull yourself together and eat something."

"Angie would be so disappointed in us, getting McDonald's."

"Yeah, well, nothing gourmet will ever be as good as what she'd make for movie nights."