"Hey Spunky!" Franky said as she put her keys down at the front door, and walked into the kitchen. "Hey babe." Bridget said walking around to greet her girlfriend. She put her arms Franky's neck, she kissed her briefly, before pulling back. "How was your day?" Franky sat on the couch, "Arrgghh, miles of paperwork, but I was distracted so I didn't get very far." Bridget looked up and brought over two glasses of wine; she sat next to her girlfriend.
"Did you want to talk about it?" Bridget answered watching Franky closely. Franky had come so far, but she still had a lot of defenses up. "Maybe." Franky answered distractedly, Bridget giving her the space to decide. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Franky finally spoke. "I'm worried about Red." Franky turned to look at Bridget. Her face full of concern and fear.
"Have you seen her lately?" Bridget asked, "nah… I can't bring myself to see her. I can't get the image of her from the hospital out of my head, her eyes were so empty, she was defeated." Franky replied she felt helpless; a feeling she used to respond to with anger and control. "She's moved past that phase now Franky." Bridget answered. She knew Franky was trying to hard to control her emotions. Franky was fidgeting with the cuffs of her shirt. A trait left over from Wentworth.
"Yeah, how she going?" Franky asked, hopeful until she looked at Bridget. "What? She hasn't been attacked again?" Franky looked desperate, maintaining eye contact with Bridget. "No, she hasn't." Bridget sighed. "She broke it off with Allie." Bridget answered, knowing that Franky would be surprised.
"What! What the fuck for?" Franky yelled jumping up off the couch. Her surprise evident, then she suddenly went quite. Like a wave of comprehension washed over her. She sat back down, and looked at Bridget with a serious expression. "That's just fucking dumb." Bridget smiled, "I know." "I told her not to." Franky said, Bridget was surprised "You knew?" "Yeah, she said as much at the hospital. I told her that'll only hurt Allie. I thought she understood." Franky answered clearly remembering their conversation. "She loves her; you know?" Franky asked Bridget, with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, I got that." Bridget replied simply.
"It's so hard to watch people you care about making stupid fucking decisions." Franky said, out loud. Bridget sat quietly, waiting for Franky to process her own thoughts. "I don't know how you do this everyday. Smart people doing dumb shit." Franky said, almost exasperated. Bridget just giggled, "It is harder with people you care about." Bridget answered without expanding.
Franky looked back at her, "did you feel like this with me?" Bridget searched Franky's eyes. She was thrown by the question, but answered honestly. "Sometimes. It was then that I realized I cared too much for you. More than therapist and patient. But I also knew that I had to let you make your own decisions." Bridget finished. She took a big gulp of her wine. They had never really spoke about their relationship from her point of view before. Particularly from Wentworth. Franky sat back in the couch, "I never really thought how frustrating it was for you." Bridget just nodded, not really sure how to answer Franky.
"How did you deal with it? Any pointers for me, since you're the psych and all?" Franky asked, grinning again. Bridget laughed, "Thanks babe." "But seriously, Bea needs her friends at the moment, so maybe visit her." Bridget answered. "What that's it? Visit her?" Franky asked, raising an eyebrow. Bridget smirked. "That's best you got?" Franky asked, cheekily. "As a psych, yes. Show up, be there for her." Bridget said, seriously, but smile creeping on her face. Franky had moved closer to her. Now almost on top of her, "and as a girlfriend?" Franky whispered, sending shivers through Bridget.
"Show her that shutting people out, and pushing them away only makes things worse." Bridget answered hurriedly; she was rapidly losing her ability to think. "Like you did with me?" Franky asked seductively. Bridget met her gaze, "well maybe used different methods, your mine." Bridget said, before reaching up and pulling Franky down into a passionate kiss. Franky pulled away laughing, "Knew you couldn't resist!" slapping Bridget on the thigh, as she got up to refill their glasses. "Franky" Bridget moaned, sitting up on the couch, watching Franky. Her huge grin radiating from the kitchen.
"You're good for me Gidge." Franky said seriously, catching Bridget off guard again. Franky sat their wine's glasses down on the coffee table, before sitting back down on the couch next to her girlfriend. She had Bridget's legs over her own. "You too, babe." Bridget kissed her again. "I just feel like I should be doing something for Red." Franky said, after a few minutes of contemplation. "I don't want you getting involved in anything Franky." Bridget said firmly, Franky looked over to her girlfriend. It was rare for Bridget to use a firm tone with Franky. "I'll be careful, don't worry." Franky said, trying to reassure Bridget. "Franky." Bridget answered. She would never forbid Franky from doing anything, but she would certainly make her feelings known. "Please, I don't want you to go back inside." Franky could see the tears building in Bridget's eyes, she was pleading with her. It was then, that Franky realized just how much she meant to Bridget.
Franky knew that Bridget was her whole world; she was a better and happier person because of her. But she was only coming to really understand the depth of Bridget's feelings to her. "Babe, I cannot just sit back and do nothing." Franky answered, she hated seeing the pain in Bridget's eyes. "And I'm not asking you to." Bridget said, not breaking eye contact. "I'm just saying help and support Bea. Be there for her. Just don't get involved in anything that will land you back in Wentworth. You've come too far." Bridget said, her voice breaking at the end. She reached for Franky's hands, and linking them with hers. "I'll find out who attacked her and why. She can deal with the rest." Franky said quietly. "Promise me?" Bridget said. Franky looked at her girlfriend, she would lay down her life for her. "Promise." Franky gave Bridget a deep passionate kiss. Franky pulled away when air got a problem, she put her forehead on Bridget's and said "I am not going anywhere, babe. You're stuck with me." "Good" Bridget moaned in response, and as Franky began kissing her again.
