'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 or Will thinking to themselves. It's short, but I thought it was necessary.
Rating: PG-13 for language
-Will's POV-
That first call I got from Sydney kind of surprised me. She told me that Francie was having some trouble with Charlie. At first I thought it was something was wrong with him, like he was in the hospital or something. When Sydney told me what was going on. I almost wanted to laugh, not because of the Francie's situation. God, no. It was just ironic, because of the conversation that Francie and I had, before she had gotten involved with Charlie. "All the men in L.A. are either married or gay." I remembered her saying. When she met Charlie it was if she was a new woman, happier, and definitely in love.
Francie had found love, and I still was pining for Sydney. [I] At least I know the feeling isn't mutual [/I] I thought bitterly. Once again I was alone in the office. Once again it was a Friday night. [I] Damn, I have to get a life[/I]
I asked Sydney why she couldn't talk with her. Not that I wouldn't, but Sydney said something about her knowing about Charlie before Francie. Not a good thing. It's sad that this had to happen to Francie, she deserved to be happy.
When I talked to Francie, although she put on a good front, but I could tell she was really hurting. She needed someone there with her.
I dial Sydney's cell phone number, two rings and then her voice mail, " Hi, you've reached Sydney Bristow, please leave a messa…" I hang up the phone. Leaving a message wouldn't be good, who knows when she would get it.
[I] What to do? What to do? [/I]
The digital clock on my desk reads 11:30 pm. If I leave now, I can be in Vegas by the morning.
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 or Will thinking to themselves. It's short, but I thought it was necessary.
Rating: PG-13 for language
-Will's POV-
That first call I got from Sydney kind of surprised me. She told me that Francie was having some trouble with Charlie. At first I thought it was something was wrong with him, like he was in the hospital or something. When Sydney told me what was going on. I almost wanted to laugh, not because of the Francie's situation. God, no. It was just ironic, because of the conversation that Francie and I had, before she had gotten involved with Charlie. "All the men in L.A. are either married or gay." I remembered her saying. When she met Charlie it was if she was a new woman, happier, and definitely in love.
Francie had found love, and I still was pining for Sydney. [I] At least I know the feeling isn't mutual [/I] I thought bitterly. Once again I was alone in the office. Once again it was a Friday night. [I] Damn, I have to get a life[/I]
I asked Sydney why she couldn't talk with her. Not that I wouldn't, but Sydney said something about her knowing about Charlie before Francie. Not a good thing. It's sad that this had to happen to Francie, she deserved to be happy.
When I talked to Francie, although she put on a good front, but I could tell she was really hurting. She needed someone there with her.
I dial Sydney's cell phone number, two rings and then her voice mail, " Hi, you've reached Sydney Bristow, please leave a messa…" I hang up the phone. Leaving a message wouldn't be good, who knows when she would get it.
[I] What to do? What to do? [/I]
The digital clock on my desk reads 11:30 pm. If I leave now, I can be in Vegas by the morning.