Last Goodbye
By Jaye Reid
Written: 21.10.1999
RATED: M – MA.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, Hal. Owns them along with Southern Star. Actually I DON'T want to own them in this fic - HELL, I'm not getting in their way…….
THIS FIC CONTAINS SEXUAL REFERENCES!
So, if you don't think you should, don't read any further.
I will take no responsibility for anyone who does, as I have warned you clearly.
Authors notes: This fic is an alternate ending to "Tomorrow Never Comes"
The following is part of the actual episode that sets the scene…..
Rachel: "You got anything else to drink after we've finished this?"
Frank: "Oh, I reckon I might be able to find something."
Rachel: "So, two years, eh?"
Frank: "Possibly."
Rachel: "That's a long time. Anything could happen. You know, you could meet one of those Miss World's that Venezuela's so famous for. I could meet someone..."
Frank: "Yeah, you could. But you'd tell me if you did wouldn't ya?"
Rachel: "Why? To get your approval?"
Frank: "Yeah, something like that."
Rachel: "Would you give it?"
Frank: "Nope."
[There is a knock at the door. It is Mick. He needs Rachel to go with him on a case.
Well….. what if there wasn't a knock at the door g]
~*~*~
Frank reached over and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"You know it's still not too late to change your mind," he said earnestly, gazing into her eyes.
She looked back and smiled before breaking the stare and taking another swig of her drink.
"Yeah it is. If there was a way…. If I could just…."
"Nah, its okay," he said sitting back, "You've got David, and your friends. The job…."
"No," she interrupted him, "don't lump the job in there. If it were only the job keeping me here… well I'd have the 15+ and a couple of sarongs packed, ready to go."
"And the toothbrush," he joked, "I can't stand bad breath."
"Aw, you reckon you'd get close enough to notice do you?" she laughed.
"Might," he replied.
They found themselves staring at each other again.
"We've had some good times, you and I," he said, breaking the silence.
"And some pretty shit ones too," she reminded him. "But yeah, I'd like to think the good out weighed the bad ones. Got anything else to drink? That bottle's empty."
Frank grinned. "Hang on. I will find the drink, and you go and find some music." He pointed to the stereo.
Rachel got up and walked over to it. There were a stack of CD's beside it.
"Hey Holloway! You own some good stuff here. Didn't think you had any taste!" she called.
"Hey!" he called back, "well I like you don't I? So I reckon my taste ain't all bad."
She smiled as she switched the stereo on and put a CD in.
You're a real charmer tonight Francis," she joked.
Frank walked back into the room.
"You can take whatever you want," he said. He grabbed a couple of glasses and headed for the lounge. "I won't be listening to them for awhile."
"Yeah, two years," she replied.
"Perhaps. Well I suppose," he said. He poured one glass of wine before sitting it on the floor and pouring his own. "It will all depend on how I feel, the tides and currents…."
"The women…" she interrupted.
He grinned at her.
"You talk as if that is the only reason I am going."
"Well isn't it," she replied. She walked towards him but didn't notice the glass on the floor, knocking it with her foot.
"Shit!" she exclaimed.
Red wine went everywhere.
"Hell, Frank, I'm sorry! Shit! Quick get a cloth or something before it…"
"Leave it," he said offhandedly.
She looked at him in disbelief. "Frank! It's red wine. If it stains you'll…."
"Rachel, for God sake, bugger the wine," he said grabbing her hand.
Their eyes met.
"I'll be gone in the morning. I'll worry about it when I get back."
"If you come back," she replied.
He still had hold of her hand.
"I will come back," he said.
"Yeah, two bloody years!"
Frank pulled her down to him on the couch.
Their faces barely centimetres apart.
Their eyes focused on each other.
"I will be back, trust me," he said seriously.
He ran his hand across her cheek, through her hair and around the back of her neck. He gently pulled her forward until her lips met his. They kissed softly.
She sat back slightly, biting her top lip. Her eyes searching his before she pushed herself into him and kissed him passionately.
Her kiss surprised him for a split second. But not much longer than that. They kissed wildly, urgently…
Frank desperately wanted to remember everything about her. Her voice, the way she smelt…. tasted….
He tried to extricate her tongue from his mouth long enough to speak.
"Hmm, Rachel… Rachel…."
"Mmmmmm…" came the drawn out reply. She didn't like the idea of stopping what she was doing to talk.
"Mmmm Rachel,….. Are you sure? You know…..Hmm, Rachel….?"
"What?" she said backing off slightly. Speaking between kisses.
"You know….. Mmmm….. where this is going, don't you…?" he asked.
She kept kissing him, "Yep".
"So you're….."
She stopped kissing him and looked in his eyes.
"Do you want this Frank?" she asked gently.
"Oh Rachel, more than you'll ever know," he replied without giving it a thought.
"Well then," she said as she ran her hand down the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing the top one without breaking the gaze from his eyes, "tonight is ours….. you'll be gone tomorrow."
She didn't need to say anymore, Frank had his answer.
He started kissing her neck. And then stopped, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Aw Shit!"
"What Frank?" she asked quietly.
"Damn, if I had have known, thought even….."
"What Frank? What's wrong?" she asked, not wanting to stop the momentum for too long.
"I don't have any….. umm, you know…"
She smiled and kissed him. "I don't care…"
"But….."
"Frank," she said moving herself to be able to see his face. "I don't care….."
They kissed once, gently, and then a second time, with more intensity.
He let her finish unbuttoning his shirt.
She ran her hand over his bare chest.
She moved over and started kissing him again.
His shoulder, gradually moving up to his neck.
From there to his ear-lobe, gently biting it.
"Oh, hell Rachel, I'm not going to be responsible for anything that happens here," he breathed.
"You like that?" she asked playfully, "anyway, who said I wanted you to be responsible…."
He decided that he had controlled himself for long enough.
"Hmm," she whispered in his ear, "I think I have more clothes on than you. Do you want to even the score?"
Frank didn't need to be asked a second time.
He ran his hands under her shirt, removing it in one movement and pushing her back on the couch at the same time.
They kissed.
Deeply, passionately.
He ran his hand down her back until he reached the clip on her bra. He struggled to get it free for a few seconds, and then it was undone.
She breathed deeply. The anticipation in her body increasing as his hand ran back across her shoulder. His fingers catching on the strap, removing it, and dropping it on the floor.
"Here?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, right here," she replied, kissing him.
Soon all their clothes were scattered on the floor around them.
Their desire urgent.
Their cries primal.
A union that became more intense with each quickening heart beat.
Sweat beading on their naked bodies.
Her nails digging into his bare shoulders as she drew herself up to him, her cries of pleasure, loud enough to wake the neighbourhood.
But they didn't care.
He pushed her back onto the cushions as he reached the point of no return.
His body aching.
His mind almost losing consciousness…..
He clung to her tightly in the height of his frenzied passion…. Not wanting to let go.
Then it was over.
He rested his head on her bare chest.
If God took him now, he would die a happy man.
They lay there together, motionless.
After a few minutes, Rachel ran her hand across his shoulders.
Frank looked up at her.
Silent tears ran down her face.
"Hey….. beautiful," he said softly, "what's….? Don't do that. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," she smiled sniffing, "I am just so glad I came over here tonight. If I hadn't……. we wouldn't have…… oh hell Frank, does it have to be two years?"
"Hey…… hey," he said wiping the tears from her cheeks. "The time will just fly. You know, you could have a holiday with me. Jump on a plane and meet up with me somewhere along the way."
"Yeah, I could do that," she said smiling, running her hand over his face. "I could join the harem of women that you have collected along the way; for awhile."
He laughed gently, "Yeah, reckon I could find room for you too. Hell Rachel, do you really think I'd do that? One woman is all…."
"Don't make promises Francis Holloway…"
"Well just tell me that you will be here when I get back, okay? I won't make you promise but …"
"I promise I will be here Frank, I promise," she replied.
"Okay, well then," he said, "where were we? We've still got a long time until morning….."
The End..