A/N: Okay, first, sorry it took so long to upload, I have no excuse but I blame Maths. So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. Here we get to see Frances (not easy to remember to call her that) reaction to Johnny. With her husband watching no less. So, I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and see you at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dirty Dancing or its characters etc...

So on with the next chapter...

Chapter 2

Frances waited with baited breath as Johnny walked through the door. She watched him shake hands with her husband before her husband spoke up.

"And this is my wife Frances." Roger introduced. Frances froze as Johnny turned to meet her. The saw the recognition in his eyes immediately, as he was about to open his mouth she stepped forward, hand held out to shake.

"Nice to meet you Mr Castle." She spoke formally and strongly, managing to pull it off and disguise her racing heart. Bewildered he shook her hand. At the contact her breath hitched slightly. Roger seemed to notice as he came to stand beside his wife. She quickly went to cover it. "My husband has told me you are the best dance instructor around. We're glad to have you teach us both." She snatched her hand back and Roger placed his on her shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"My wife is just a little nervous about learning to dance." He explained her actions. Johnny nodded slightly though his eyes stayed on Frances for a moment longer as though he was still trying to process what was happening. "We can get started straight away if you like, the dance room is right this way." Roger continued. It was somewhat obvious that he knew little about dancing.

"Ball room dear." She corrected automatically, her voice soft.

"Right." He nodded as he gestured for Johnny to follow him. Johnny nodded as he drew himself from his daze and followed the man. Frances stayed a moment longer, she then shook her head and sighed clearing her head and followed after the two men. 'What was she going to do?' she was sure she had made it pretty to Johnny where they stood in that moment. While in some ways it seemed harsh to act as though she didn't know him and the idea that he would think she had either forgot about him or was ashamed of her past with him killed her she was also aware that her husband couldn't know.

She entered the ballroom to find her husband apparently explaining how nervous his wife was about learning to dance. She caught the look Johnny cast her as she entered upon hearing this. She quickly averted her eyes and looked instead at her husband.

"So, how is this going to work?" She asked, half addressing Johnny though her eyes were solely on her husband.

"You say you've never danced right?" He asked her directly and Frances was forced to look at him.

"No." She told him confidently, looking him in the eye as she lied.

"Well, I guess we start with the basics." His voice seemed harder, losing the somewhat friendly tone from before.

"Well, let's get-" He was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. It stopped then a moment later a maid appeared at the door.

"A phone call for you sir." She addressed Roger.

"Important?"

"A patient sir." She spoke politely but quickly. Roger turned to Frances and Johnny.

"I better take this. You two start, I could be a while." Roger said as he left the room to take the call. With that they were left alone in the room.

Frances and Johnny stood there in silence for a moment before he began to open his mouth. In a desperate attempt to stop him she spoke up.

"Let's start then Mr Castle." She started, making sure to maintain the formal pretence. He seemed slightly taken aback by her abrupt tone and formal disposition but quickly acquiesced. She knew it was wrong and unfair on him. She was treating him how all the rich snobs he hated used to. She could see it was hurting him. That he was confused. She just didn't know how else to deal with it, and roger couldn't find out.

"Frances?" He asked as though he was checking that it was the correct way to address her. She nodded. "You maintain you've never danced before?" She again nodded, unable to look him in the eye this time. "Well, let's start with your dance position."

After a few minutes it became obvious that Frances was pretending to be a bad dancer. True to her word it seemed a lot like she had never danced before. Except Johnny knew she had. She may have changed a lot in the years since he had last seen her but he could still tell it was her from the first moment he saw her. It was only so long before he called her out on it. He knew however that she wouldn't just admit anything. She was stubborn. But she wouldn't back down from a challenge.

"This is useless!" He took a step back. "You can't even do the simple steps!" He exclaimed, choosing to go along with whatever she wanted to pretend was the truth. He continued his tirade about how she couldn't do it and was incapable of learning until he saw the look on her face. The one that had resulting in her filling in for Penny all those years ago. The one that said 'I'll prove you wrong' "One last try to show me you can do it." He offered as they took up their positions again.

This time it flowed naturally. She stopped fighting it and just let the feeling wash over her. She was rusty, that much was obvious. But she still knew the routines and she still had that same grace as he spun her this way and that finishing with a lift. At the end they stood there face to face, breathing hard from the exertion and anger.

"Why?" He asked now she had showed herself. Now she could no longer hide or deny.

"He can't know." She justified, her voice strong and determined.

"So what? You just lie to him? What happened to you Baby?" At the name her eyes flash and the anger is back full force.

"Don't you dare call me that, I'm not that girl anymore!" She knows she's overreacting but she can't let him pull her back to that time. That time is long past, she's got a husband and a life of her own now. "He doesn't need to know." She said the last part calmer though Johnny still seemed taken aback by her sudden rage.

"And what about me?"

"I'm happy. I love him. I'm not risking my marriage on a past mistake." She internally winced as she spoke the last sentence. She knew that would hurt him but she needed him to be mad enough at her that he would go along with it. "He can't stand the fact that I could ever have been with anyone else in anyway. So I let him believe he's the only one." She explained. He didn't seem to have heard the last part though.

"Mistake huh?" He paused. "You know I thought you were different. But I was wrong, you were just like all the other ones. I mean, look at you know with your big house and your Harvard doctor husband." He sneered.

"I was a naïve little girl back then, I didn't know how the world really worked. I thought I could change the world and that love was all I needed back then. I know better now."

"You really have changed."

"Yeah, like I said, I'm not 'Baby' anymore. I haven't been since I left Kellerman's." She said the old nickname with dislike. He turned and shook his head, just as he turned back around Roger re-entered the room. He headed straight for his wife and placed a gentle kiss on her head.

"Sorry about that. How did you get on?" He addressed the question to Frances.

"Not so great, looks like dancing isn't one of my strong points." She told him regretfully, her eyes flicking to Johnny, almost pleading him to agree.

"How about we see how you dance together now?" Johnny suggested as he started to set them into their dance positions.

Over the next half hour Johnny taught both Roger and Frances the basics. Roger seemed to be getting along rather well and picking it up at a decent rate. Frances however was having less luck with it. In her attempt to appear as though she'd never danced before she seemed to have overcompensated and the result was that she seemed to barely be picking it up at all.

"Frances, dear, you seem to need a little extra help." He commented at the end of the session. "Perhaps you should arrange an earlier session." Roger suggested. Frances looked up sharply. "Now don't be embarrassed, you get in earlier than me. You could have a private dance lesson then." He continued.

"I really don't think that's necessary. And I know you don't like-"

"I trust you Frances." He assured her and she realised there was no way out of this. "Unless there is a reason…"

"No, you are right. I should take the extra lessons. I was just embarrassed that you were learning faster than me is all." She admitted.

"That's settled then." Roger nodded. "You are available then aren't you?" He checked as he turned to Johnny.

"Of course." Johnny replied using his voice best reserved for his employers. "Well, I'll let myself out then?" He suggested after a moment of silence he seemed unsure how to react to.

"Nonsense, Frances will show you out." Roger squeezed her arm gently before he left the room.

Frances turned to Johnny.

"Well I guess we'll be seeing more of each other. I apologise for how I treated you earlier, I was unsure of how to act, my husband is important to me and I will not risk losing him. However I know I acted harshly." She spoke formally in a business like tone. She then turned to the door and began to walk him out. The short walk through the house was done in total silence. And neither spoke until they reached the door.

"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow Frances." Johnny said as he reached the door.

"Yes, I guess you will Mr Castle." She returned, she still couldn't bring herself to use his first name. She waited for his car to leave before she stopped watching out the window by the door. Then she went to go find her husband. She found him in the television room watching a business channel. He looked up when she entered and made room for her to sit beside him. She settled into his side and picked up the book that was set on the coffee table waiting for her.

As Frances got ready for bed that night she couldn't settle her mind. It kept racing with all that had happened that evening. And especially what would happen when she was left alone with him the next day. She knew she hadn't handled it well. She was afraid he would let slip to Roger and as a result she had treated him terribly. She'd have to sort it out tomorrow. That was the upside to being alone with him for an hour. Even if she was half terrified, and half excited, about it. As she mulled over her doubts she felt Roger come up behind her. He placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck, she tilted it to give him better access and he began to work his way down it with his lips. She sighed happily all other thoughts leaving her head.

Okay, sorry for anyone who didn't like that but she's a different person now, and she doesn't know how to act around him, let alone with her husband there too, who despite the lack of excitement in the relationship she does love. So we'll see where it goes. I hope you enjoyed it all the same. To Isa, thank you, I'm glad you think so. To Guest, also thank you. So, let me know what you think and see you in the next chapter. (*smiles*)