Thank you for the replies, means a lot. I have few other story ideas so will be doing these at some point this weekend! We need more Frankie stories in this fandom!
Chapter Two
Frankie had spent the last ten minutes crazily dancing around in her kitchen to the amazing sounds Ken Bruce playing via the radio. She breathed deeply before recomposing her hair straight and into the perfect position before grabbing her bag and keys and waiting outside on the stone like steps for Andy and his car to appear.
Andy appeared in the car, he stopped directly outside her house and waved at her as she continued to come down the stairs, walking across the road to get into his passenger seat. "Good evening m'lady" Andy smiled, he noticed her smile wasn't the same usual Frankie smile she had, it was this troubled, saddened frown.
"Don't give me that look Andy" Frankie warned her friend and colleague.
"What look?" He replied back.
Frankie shook her head in despair. "Andy, you're giving me that I feel sorry for you look. Well don't. Cause I'm fine, I'm fine" she even convinced herself for a moment she was fine. The truth was she was falling apart, her almost marriage and long term relationship with Ian was completely over, and now she had to accept that everything she wanted 48 hours ago had changed, in a flash, they had changed.
"I'm allowed to care, that's what friends do" Andy smiled, he moved his hand from the gear stick to gently hold Frankie's. He felt her grip his and then he knew she was okay again. Frankie would occasionally get over emotional, which of course he was used too and now knew how to calm her down and let her rant it all out.
They had reached the destination finally. Andy stopped the car and looked at this passenger. Frankie looked more confused than when she found the wrong receipts in the wrong folders back at the office yesterday. They were on a open field, a few high trees scattered around them, the grass was evidentially untouched as it was still long and it was now beginning to come into the summer season. There were patches of wild flowers every so often and no one to be seen, the most likely creature to a human were the birds that flew around freely in the sky and occasionally dipped down into the grass.
"Andy..." Frankie used the stern voice she only used with Andy when he messed something up or found more helpless patients to add to her route on her already beyond busy schedules.
Andy got himself out of the door and grabbed the bag from the back, he then went round to Frankie's door and opened it, while grabbing onto her hand as he pulled her along the grass beside him. Checking every so often she hadn't gone back to the car in protest.
"You do realize what shoes I'm wearing?" Frankie sighed. With every step she looked down at her feet and saw the mud and dirt that was beginning to cover her lilac high heels. She had brought these specially for the meal and evening due they had arranged, if she knew she'd be traipsing across a field, feeling like part of a cattle she would have obviously dressed more appropriate.
"Oh no. Not the shoes" Andy melodramatically acted back, receiving a firm slap across the arm from his colleague.
"These Andy were worth more than your car" she replied back quickly. The fact is Andy had brought his car on one of those special sale where they literally sold them for next to nothing to get rid of them, anything was more expensive than his car.
"Frankie, we are here" Andy smiled brightly. Frankie just stood still. it was a simple old tree in the middle of a field with a blanket and a few twigs laying around. What happened to the meal out, the unlimited amount of alcohol?
"Andy, it's a tree" she replied back emotionless. it was simply an old rotten tree.
"Well, if you give it a minute" he paused while he took out of the bag the other blanket, and began putting out the wine bottles and the few pieces of food he had packed earlier alongside this was a portable radio playing Ken Bruce. "I wanted to cheer you up, and I knew if went to the pub, you'd drink and drink and drink and then in the morning you'd regret it. Whereas in the middle of a field you can drink but no one can see you"
"Andy, did anyone ever tell you how wonderful you are?" Frankie leant on her tip toes and pressed a kiss across his cheek before grabbing his hand and sitting down next to him as she began pouring him a glass of cool wine and herself one.