Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot. Most of the dialogue from the episode but was tweaked a bit by me.

A/N: I like Sam... but she was basically foaming at the mouth to spill the beans about Franco to Elizabeth, acting Liz was pulling her leg to tell her. The fact this upcoming Friday show its shows Sam threatening Franco through Elizabeth. I hate how the writers is killing, in a bad way, Elizabeth Webber character.

I was very skeptical about the Franco match up, but the chemistry with these two has been off the chart, changing my mind. Im interested in seeing how the childhood plot will play out.

I didn't expect the response, which only was suppose to be a one shot, but the writers have been on a roll this week, about this one shot, so I want thank everyone for reading.

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3/13/18 Episode

Elizabeth's POV

I am furious. I marched through the hall towards Franco's office, seeing Drew exit the room. Not noticing, he walked in the opposite direction. Just as I was about to open the door, Franco opens door looking surprised. "Elizabeth!? I thought I was meeting you at home." Franco said, looking down at me. His eyes took me in. "What's wrong?"

" You were with Harvey on the night of our wedding and now I know why. Sam, of all people, told me everything." I said, taking in Franco's tense expression.

He paused for moment, before walking away. "I'm actually relieved that this secret is out in the open, but I wasn't looking forward to this conversation." Franco said, fiddling with his phone.

I rolled my eyes as I followed after him. "I just want hear it from you. Did you push Drew down the stairs?" I questioned, walking past to get his portrait of the stairs that he had.

"You've been talking to Sam awfully alot lately. You know she hates me…" He trailed off as he saw my facial expression.

"Just answer the question, Franco." I said, observing the portrait.

"This conversation… definitely not going to go well. My mother implied that I pushed him down the stairs." Franco answered, hovering slightly.

I pulled the familiar portrait, back to Franco. "When did she imply this?" I turned to face him.

Not looking at me, he says "Last fall when I went to see her to see why she put Drew in an orphanage and last night Harvey straight out said I deliberately pushed Drew down stairs, that I laughed while I did it." He said uneasily, looking to me.

I cuffed a piece of hair, nervous tick, as I looked to him. "I can assume that there was no tumor. How old were you?" I questioned, leaning the portrait against the table.

"I was three… Elizabeth. The fact there was no tumor, I was scared of hell that if I was capable of doing something like that. I didn't want to have you look at me, scared of me." Franco moved closer, but held my hand up to stop him from moving closer.

"Franco, if you would have came to me sooner, we could have talked about this rationally. I would have explained just because you push Drew down the stairs, doesn't automatically mean you were a psychopath, Franco. Children act on impulse all the time. Do you know how many times I had to put my children on time out? There are more tendencies to factor in when diagnosing a psychopath, Franco. Besides all that, I don't trust Harvey as far as I could throw him and even that is too much trust." I argued, annoyed that we are in the same position that we were months before.

Franco's eyes glossed over, fidgeting with his hands. "I was scared and confused, Elizabeth, but I'm so sorry. I am sorry. It's been exhausting for me to be talking to myself and policing myself and and and questioning everything about myself." Franco showed his distress, tempting to crack my anger, but I held my ground.

I let silence filled the room, thinking and contemplating as to what to do. I hated how his eyes peering down at me, puppy dog look packed down. "Say something, Elizabeth." Franco grabbed my hand.

I felt frustration build in me, tears building in my eyes. My hand slipped from his grasp as I moved past him to stand in front of the door. I turned to face him again. "I believe… you had a tumor. That is a medical fact, it influenced your actions. And when it was removed, you free to choose between good or bad, right from wrong. I believe you are sincerely want to be good person." A tear slipped as I saw him take scoff of relief.

His eyes blinked rapidly as a small smile appeared. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that." He breathe deeply. "So, we are good, right?"

I shook my head out of surprise to hear him ask me that. "No, Franco, we are not good. Not at all." I walked away from him back to the other side of the room.

Franco frowned, turning around. "What? You just said…" He started to say.

"I know what I just said, but that doesn't negate the fact that you lied to me again, Franco. I kept asking and asking and you lied. Months ago, you stood right here and looked me right in the eye and told me that there was no more secrets. That was the time to be completely honest with me." I snapped, gripping my fist.

He moved closer to me. "I don't see it that way…"

"Franco, you keep telling me these half truths." I argued, now in crying mode. I wanted to express my frustrations through my words, even then that feel like enough.

He shook his hand. "I didn't tell you, because I wanted to find out everything I could, before I came to you. Making sure there was no other possible explanation." He stressed, looking at me with those intense eyes.

I frowned. "Meanwhile, several people I knew known this secret before I did. You were going to marry me, Franco. Our marriage was going to start off with a lie." I went quiet as I realized that I was being a total hypocrite. It was the Drew situation all over again.

I closed my eyes, breathing in and out. "I've been putting a lot of stress on being truthful, because I know what keeping secrets does to a relationship. I love you, Franco and that is why I'm soo angry. I see a real chance with us and I shouldn't expect you tell every little thing, because we all have secrets, but if it is a secret you know that could potentially affect the relationship, I need to know these things." I couldn't stress enough.

I felt my old insecurities creep up on me, hovering over me like a dark cloud. Franco moved in as I moved back, trying to keep my distance. "I didn't want to tell you these things, because I didn't want you to cut me out of your life. I didn't want to lose you." His hands reached as to touch me but he pulled back.

"Well, maybe you have." The words slipped through my lips, before I could register my response. My eyes avoided his as my arms folded across my chest.

His arms fell to his sides. "That's it. We're done. You're just giving up on us. You just…" Franco tumbled over his words with a panic rubbed to the forehead.

"Let us forget the fact you were kid at the time, the fact that you were capable of such actions… why? Why would you move in with me and my kids." My voice rasped at the end.

"I would never hurt you or your kids. I knew that." Franco stressed.

I lean in. "If you knew that, you would have told me the truth." I argued.

"I'm I'm I'm sorry. I… I panicked. I just… I was cowardly and I was being selfish. You are so important to me, Elizabeth. Your your… you are everything to me. Please, can you just forgive me?" Franco pleaded.

Emotionally, I was drained. I didn't know where to go from here and I just needed time to myself. "I need to be alone right now. Decisions need to be made." I turned on autopilot, heading for the door, but stopped by Franco gentle grasp. I immediately pulled away, but felt slight guilt when I saw Franco's expression fell.

He drew his arms in, slightly twisting from side to side. He scratch his head out of nervousness, face tighten with sadness. "Okay…" He rubbed at his face. "Okay. What… what…" his voice cracked. "What decisions are we talking about here?" He asked, biting at his nails.

"I don't know, Franco. I just need time." I wiped away my tears, not wanting to hear anymore.

"I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you or your boys. I love you. I do. I would lay down my life for you." Franco whisper, every word striking hard at my heart.

I sniffled, wiping tears with my sleeves. "I desperately want to believe that, but you have lied time and time again. What I do know is that you've done horrible, twisted things and when the tumor was removed you continued to lie so how much can I really trust you. How different can you be?" I cried, turning away.

I felt his warm embrace from behind, keeping me from leaving. He laid his head against mine. His loving caress was not making it better for me.

"Please don't go. Please don't go. I need you. I need you. I need- before we met I knew I wasn't a good guy and being with you I feel… I feel like there is good in this world and you make me better." Franco's breath brush against my ear, but hearing that last part…

I snatched away, feeling my dissolve breaking. "It's not my job to make you better!" I snapped.

"Elizabeth…" He pulled back as I cut him off. He started to bite at his nails, avoiding my gaze.

"Don't… call, text me. Don't come home, Franco." Franco wiped at his eyes, sniffling deep. Without another word, I hurried out the door.