"The Big Gamble"
Email: jch114@hotmail.com
Website: none at this time
Feedback: Yes, this is my first POV fan fiction. I'm looking forward to some feedback, give me some constructive criticism if needed.
Distribution: I don't mind, but please email me and tell me the web address of your archival site
Disclaimer: Francie, Will, Charlie, Sydney, anything Alias related is the property of Touchstone, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC. I don't own any of this at all. Don't sue me.
Summary: This is about a potential romance between Francie and Will. CONTAINS SPOILERS. If you have read Wanda from E Online's spoiler in regards to the Vegas episode, you get where I am going with this. If you haven't, this is the basic idea. Charlie's singing wasn't the only secret he was keeping from Francie.
A/N: Anything you see in italics is Francie thinking to herself.
Rating: PG-13 for language
"What did you say?" I ask Charlie.
"Fra…Francie, baby, I'm sorry." Charlie stutters.
"How could do this to me?" I say to Charlie edgily. "I can't believe you would lie about something like this."
Charlie looks like he wants to die. IGood
"Who else knows about this?", I demand.
Charlie looks at Sydney.
"Syd, you knew about this?" I ask her, as I feel the tears starting to form. INo, I will not cry.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you…" she starts to explain.
I shake my head. "I really don't want to hear it right now." I say to her angrily.I I know it's not your fault, Sydney.
Charlie tries to take my hand. I pull away.
"Don't." I whisper to him as I get up and walk away from the blackjack table.
As I walk away ,I hear Sydney say, "Let her go. She needs the space."
IDamn right I do.
I finally find a bar in the Mirage that isn't over-ran by old men trying to hit on me.
I nod to the barmaid. She saunters over.
"Can I get you anything?" she asks me in a tone that suggests that she is ready to get off of work.
Normally I would go for a glass of wine, but due Charlie's revelation, I think a vodka-cranberry would be appropriate.
"Vodka-cranberry. Heavy on the Vodka."
The barmaid takes the order and goes back to the bar. I hope she makes it quick.
Email: jch114@hotmail.com
Website: none at this time
Feedback: Yes, this is my first POV fan fiction. I'm looking forward to some feedback, give me some constructive criticism if needed.
Distribution: I don't mind, but please email me and tell me the web address of your archival site
Disclaimer: Francie, Will, Charlie, Sydney, anything Alias related is the property of Touchstone, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC. I don't own any of this at all. Don't sue me.
Summary: This is about a potential romance between Francie and Will. CONTAINS SPOILERS. If you have read Wanda from E Online's spoiler in regards to the Vegas episode, you get where I am going with this. If you haven't, this is the basic idea. Charlie's singing wasn't the only secret he was keeping from Francie.
A/N: Anything you see in italics is Francie thinking to herself.
Rating: PG-13 for language
"What did you say?" I ask Charlie.
"Fra…Francie, baby, I'm sorry." Charlie stutters.
"How could do this to me?" I say to Charlie edgily. "I can't believe you would lie about something like this."
Charlie looks like he wants to die. IGood
"Who else knows about this?", I demand.
Charlie looks at Sydney.
"Syd, you knew about this?" I ask her, as I feel the tears starting to form. INo, I will not cry.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you…" she starts to explain.
I shake my head. "I really don't want to hear it right now." I say to her angrily.I I know it's not your fault, Sydney.
Charlie tries to take my hand. I pull away.
"Don't." I whisper to him as I get up and walk away from the blackjack table.
As I walk away ,I hear Sydney say, "Let her go. She needs the space."
IDamn right I do.
I finally find a bar in the Mirage that isn't over-ran by old men trying to hit on me.
I nod to the barmaid. She saunters over.
"Can I get you anything?" she asks me in a tone that suggests that she is ready to get off of work.
Normally I would go for a glass of wine, but due Charlie's revelation, I think a vodka-cranberry would be appropriate.
"Vodka-cranberry. Heavy on the Vodka."
The barmaid takes the order and goes back to the bar. I hope she makes it quick.