A/N: I do not own Scott, Fran, Liz or anyone else mentioned in the story. OMG so we watched this movie for dance class and I absolutely fell in love with it. Even if it did come out 20 years ago still an amazing movie!

Summary: Starts with Scott married to Liz then he flashes back to his time with Fran.

Chapter 1:

When had he lost his flare, when had he stopped caring about being himself when he danced? More importantly when did he lose his backbone to stick up to Liz and his mother? He was turning into his father, and he didn't want Matt and Lindsey to go through what he and Kylie had. He sighed and tried to tune out Liz's insistent criticizing of what Matt had done wrong during the salsa. Why couldn't she just let him enjoy himself like he had?

"Don't you agree Scott? Scott are you even listening to anything I've been saying?" He may have changed but Liz certainly hadn't. She still wore the same amount of clown makeup and she still had the god awful screech. He raised his eyebrows and twirled a spaghetti noodle around his fork. "You weren't were you?" She screeched standing and he looked to Matt and Lindsey.

"I'm sorry I can't tell if you're happy or angry. You do that barn owl impression for both." He chuckled and watched as her eyes got as wide as golf balls and she huffed. He had no doubt mother dearest would be paying a visit in the morning. Reminding of how lucky he was to have Liz and how much of a failure he was like his father. He sighed and ran a hand over his eyes before turning to his 8 year old son and 5 year old daughter.

"Momma mad?" Lindsey asked climbing onto his lap. Lindsey thought the world of her mother but was more like her father in personality. She liked watching the silly dances he would make up when Liz and Matt weren't home. Didn't say anything when he made up his own steps when he was dancing with her in her room.

"Of course she's mad you idiot! She's mad that I messed up like Scott." That was another thing Matt was like his mother, a perfectionist. If she was Satan he was the Prince of Darkness. He absolutely hated his father and anything associated with him. Which of course meant Lindsey. Her lower lip trembled and she started to wail.

"Can't you make her stop that racket Scott?" Liz yelled coming out wearing less than nothing and he had to roll his eyes. "Awww sweetie what did she do to you/' She asked taking matt into her arms and coddling him. Why couldn't she do that with the little Princess that he held in his arms?

"She's the reason I messed up today momma." Scott knew his son was putting on an act for his mother and he had just about had it.

"This was not your sister's fault. If you had practiced like your mother had said you wouldn't have forgotten the steps. You most certainly do not call your sister an idiot." Liz push Matt away and looked at him through disgusted eyes.

"You forgot the steps? After I told you and told you to practice?" She screeched rounding on him. Righhhtt she only loved him so long as he was the prodigy son she always wanted.

"But momma Lin-"

"I don't care what she did, if you want to win the Pan-Pacific one day you have to learn to block out others. Off to bed with you." Matt hung his head in shame and ran up the stairs to his room. Scott was carrying Lindsey to her room when Liz caught his arm. "We'll discuss this later." His gaze met hers evenly.

"No we won't." He carried Lindsey to her room and tucked his little Princess in. "I love you baby Princess.' She smiled up at him with tired eyes.

"Love you too daddy." He smiled and kissed her head before going to the kitchen and pouring himself a drink. He spotted Liz standing there in the doorway and she walked over sitting in his lap. She kissed his cheek and smiled at him. Sometimes she could be human, only sometimes though.

"Scotty I'm sorry, I just want Matty and Lindy to win." He cringed and stood placing her on the floor. How many drinks had she consumed in the space of 15 minutes?

"Elizabeth how much have you had to drink?" He said pouring the rest of his down the drain and she sat in the chair twirling a blonde lock around her finger and smiled up at him.

"Only 3, Scotty I-" He walked over and led her to the room and he signaled for her to get in. Once she was he tucked the blanket firm around her and turned out the light standing in the doorway.

"We'll talk tomorrow Liz, when you're sober.' She nodded and he could tell she was starting to fall asleep.

"Night Scott." He nodded and shut the door quietly behind him. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed his whiskey bottle and poured him a glass. He sat in his chair and loosened his tie and closed his eyes, remembering when things had been simpler. When Liz wanted nothing to do with him and he had Fran.

…Fran, it'd been years since he'd seen her face, he hadn't seen her since she left for America. Something about opening a studio in New York or some place like that. He sighed remembering the night he had lost her.

It was a few nights after he had kissed her at the Pan-Pacific; she pulled him away from everyone and had a giant smile on her face. He chuckled and kissed her softly. "Scott you'll never believe this I've got an amazing opportunity." Deep inside he knew this wouldn't be as great as she thought; he couldn't shake the feeling of despair in his stomach.

"What is it Fran/' He asked taking her in his arms and holding her close. If this was the last time he was going to see her he wanted to hold her as much as possible. She pulled away and he could see the light sparkling in her eyes.

"I've been asked to be the teacher at a children's dance academy." He smiled and picked her up twirling her around and around.

"That's amazing, where?" He said placing her back on the ground. She looked away and bit her lip, this was the part he felt despair about. "Where?" He asked again.

"…New York." She said quietly not meeting his gaze.

"New York." He repeated, she was going to New York. How were they going to make this work if she was halfway across the world? Then he realized, this was their goodbye, Fran just didn't know it.

"Scott come with me, you could be a teacher as well. We'd be an amazing teaching pair. Like Les and your mother." She said grasping his hands in his and begging him with her eyes. He shook his head and dropped her hands.

"I can't Fran…I'm sorry." She nodded and he could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. "I want to…but Kylie…if I'm not here mother will try to run her life too." He said in a desperate attempt to make her understand.

"I understand Scott. I just wish you could come with me." She said rubbing his cheek with her thumb. He caught he hand and held it there.

"So do I…I love you Fran." She took a shuddering breath and opened her eyes.

"I know, but sometimes…love isn't enough." She let go of his cheek and kissed him softly one more time. He wanted to reach out and tell her he changed his mind, he would go. He couldn't though. So he stood there and watched her walk back home, leaving him standing outside the bar alone.

He was stupid, he realized that now. He should have gone with her to New York. Kylie would have been fine, his father and mother saw more eye to eye. Truth was he was so scared of doing something to mess his relationship with Fran up. He slammed his glass on the coffee table and reached for the phone and dialed the all too familiar number. To his surprise she answered.

"Hello?"

"….Fran" There was a moment's hesitation on her part and Scott almost thought she had hung up.

"Scott? Why it must be almost midnight there." He nodded even though he knew she wouldn't be able to tell. "Why are you calling Scott?' He wiped a tear from his eyes.

"Don't know, just needed to hear your voice."

"I gotta go Scott; it was nice hearing you voice again." He smiled a little.

"Yeah…night Fran."

"Goodnight Scott." She hung up and so did he. He sighed and rubbed a tired hand over his eyes. He had messed thing up with Fran and there was no fixing them. He was married to Liz and had kids. He had to let go of her. Hopefully he would.