'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. Is there anyway you'd like to see this go?
Rating: PG-13 for language
My eyes are still closed when I hear a familiar voice behind me.
"Francie?". [i] Charlie. [/i]
He sits down before I even have a chance to open my eyes.
"Francie?" he says again.
"What do you want Charlie?" I ask him angrily, slowly opening my eyes. If I wasn't afraid of falling on my ass, I would've slapped him.
"I need to explain…" he starts to say.
"What's there to explain?" I say cutting him off. "Here I was thinking you were sleeping that girl you sang with, but really you were dating a guy!" I shout. People start to look up from their own conversations. [i] Screw them[/i]
"Francie, keep your voice down." Charlie whispers to me looking embarrassed. [i] Good.[/i]
"I never wanted to lie to you, I just didn't know how to tell you about him."
"So, what you figured, "Hey, I'll ask her to marry me, and that will make everything okay." That's bullshit, Charlie, and you know it."
The barmaid cautiously comes back to my table.
"Um, miss? Is everything ok?"
I look at Charlie narrowing my eyes. I look up at the bar maid and say, "Yes, everything is fine. Could I get another vodka and cranberry juice?"
Charlie mutters under his breath, "You don't need anything else to drink."
"You lost the right to tell me what to do when you lied to me." I say through clenched teeth.
"Francie, maybe we should go up to our room and talk." Charlie says softly, sounding sincere, making me almost regret blowing up at him. [i] Almost[/i]
"There is no [i]our[/i] room, Charlie. Don't come back there tonight." I say looking at him coldly.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" he asks me.
"Not my problem." I say nonchalantly. "Also, we when get back to L.A, obviously you know that the engagement is off."
"Off? How can you call the engagement off? I made one mistake…just one." Charlie says sounding like I just killed his dog.
I start to laugh almost a little too loudly. "Just one mistake, Charlie? You dated a man, and that's not even the half of it. Instead of you telling me yourself, my best friend knew before I did. Can you imagine how incredibly stupid I feel?"
The barmaid sits my drink on the table. I hand her $100 dollars. "That should cover the drinks, and your tip." The barmaid looks at me quizzically. "Are you sure?" "Definitely" I say to her smiling.
"Francie? Well, since you won't let me stay in the room with you, I need that money I asked you to hold for me."
"You might want to talk to the barmaid about that. That was your money I used to pay her. Oh, but here's your wallet." Chuckling, I had him his wallet. "Your credit cards, and ATM cards are still in there."
He snatches the wallet out of my hand, and stalks away. I almost want to tell him I'm sorry for acting like such a brat. [I] Almost [/I]
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. Is there anyway you'd like to see this go?
Rating: PG-13 for language
My eyes are still closed when I hear a familiar voice behind me.
"Francie?". [i] Charlie. [/i]
He sits down before I even have a chance to open my eyes.
"Francie?" he says again.
"What do you want Charlie?" I ask him angrily, slowly opening my eyes. If I wasn't afraid of falling on my ass, I would've slapped him.
"I need to explain…" he starts to say.
"What's there to explain?" I say cutting him off. "Here I was thinking you were sleeping that girl you sang with, but really you were dating a guy!" I shout. People start to look up from their own conversations. [i] Screw them[/i]
"Francie, keep your voice down." Charlie whispers to me looking embarrassed. [i] Good.[/i]
"I never wanted to lie to you, I just didn't know how to tell you about him."
"So, what you figured, "Hey, I'll ask her to marry me, and that will make everything okay." That's bullshit, Charlie, and you know it."
The barmaid cautiously comes back to my table.
"Um, miss? Is everything ok?"
I look at Charlie narrowing my eyes. I look up at the bar maid and say, "Yes, everything is fine. Could I get another vodka and cranberry juice?"
Charlie mutters under his breath, "You don't need anything else to drink."
"You lost the right to tell me what to do when you lied to me." I say through clenched teeth.
"Francie, maybe we should go up to our room and talk." Charlie says softly, sounding sincere, making me almost regret blowing up at him. [i] Almost[/i]
"There is no [i]our[/i] room, Charlie. Don't come back there tonight." I say looking at him coldly.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" he asks me.
"Not my problem." I say nonchalantly. "Also, we when get back to L.A, obviously you know that the engagement is off."
"Off? How can you call the engagement off? I made one mistake…just one." Charlie says sounding like I just killed his dog.
I start to laugh almost a little too loudly. "Just one mistake, Charlie? You dated a man, and that's not even the half of it. Instead of you telling me yourself, my best friend knew before I did. Can you imagine how incredibly stupid I feel?"
The barmaid sits my drink on the table. I hand her $100 dollars. "That should cover the drinks, and your tip." The barmaid looks at me quizzically. "Are you sure?" "Definitely" I say to her smiling.
"Francie? Well, since you won't let me stay in the room with you, I need that money I asked you to hold for me."
"You might want to talk to the barmaid about that. That was your money I used to pay her. Oh, but here's your wallet." Chuckling, I had him his wallet. "Your credit cards, and ATM cards are still in there."
He snatches the wallet out of my hand, and stalks away. I almost want to tell him I'm sorry for acting like such a brat. [I] Almost [/I]