'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. I know that these are short, but there is a method to my madness. Either way, I hope everyone is enjoying this.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV- Inside hotel room at the Mirage, morning.
All night the phone rang, it was Charlie talking about how sorry he was. It had gotten so bad that I took the phone off the hook, and then the idiot started coming the hotel room door. He started banging on the door and causing a scene. He had almost gotten me kicked out of the hotel as well. I had to talk my way out of that little fiasco, and the security guard was convinced and escorted Charlie out of the hotel. [I] Hopefully, out of my life. [/I]
"Ahhhh" I moaned as I gingerly touch my head. [I] Hangover. How many had I had last night? No more vodka for me.[/I]
I reach over and turn the clock to see what time it is: 9:30 am.
Groaning, I turn over, and try to close my mind to the hell that was last night.
I hear someone knocking at the door. "Go 'way!" I shout into my pillow. [I] Damn, my head hurts. [/I]
"Francie? You in there?" I hear a familiar voice. [I] No, it couldn't be [/I] I assume it's a dream and try to go back to sleep.
The knocking continues.
I cursed silently, and get out of the bed. Still feeling the effects of my hangover, I almost knock the lamp over. "This had better be good." I say loudly, hoping to scare off whomever would be crazy enough to knock on my door at this ungodly hour.
I yank the door open, and it's Will. "Will! What are you doing here?"
-Will's POV-
[I] Okay, maybe this isn't such a good idea. Put on smile, Will. [/I] "Francie!" I say a little too loudly. "Um.. Hi." [I]Real smooth.[/I]
Francie is still looking at me like I've lost my mind. [I] Okay, maybe I have. [/I] "Sydney's isn't here, she isn't shar.." she starts to say. [I] This is sad, she really thinks that I came all this way for Sydney. [/I] "Francie, I'm actually here to check up on you."
"Will, while incredibly sweet, it was also incredibly unnecessary. Like I told you, I'm okay." she said averting her eyes from me. She looks like she wants to cry. [I] Oh, God. [/I]
"If that's the case, then why won't you look at me?"
She looks up at me, with tears forming in her eyes.
"Can I come in, Francie? Please?" I say softly to her.
She stands to the side and lets me in.
-Francie's POV-
I still can't believe that Will is here. I'd told him that I was okay, and yet he still came. He's a stubborn fool, but still very kind. I don't even want to let him in the hotel room, not because of him showing up, but because I knew that if I started to talk about the mess that was my love life, the waterworks would start. It was bad enough that I wanted to bawl like a baby when he showed up at the door.
Pointing at the couch in the living room area of the suite, I tell him to sit down.
"I'm going to get dressed, then we'll talk, okay?" I rub my eyes, hoping to catch the tears that are threatening to fall.
Will crosses the room in three quick strides, gave me a big hug, and kisses the top of my head.
"I'll be right here," he said looking down at me.
"I know you will." I say softly as I close the door to the bedroom.
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. I know that these are short, but there is a method to my madness. Either way, I hope everyone is enjoying this.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV- Inside hotel room at the Mirage, morning.
All night the phone rang, it was Charlie talking about how sorry he was. It had gotten so bad that I took the phone off the hook, and then the idiot started coming the hotel room door. He started banging on the door and causing a scene. He had almost gotten me kicked out of the hotel as well. I had to talk my way out of that little fiasco, and the security guard was convinced and escorted Charlie out of the hotel. [I] Hopefully, out of my life. [/I]
"Ahhhh" I moaned as I gingerly touch my head. [I] Hangover. How many had I had last night? No more vodka for me.[/I]
I reach over and turn the clock to see what time it is: 9:30 am.
Groaning, I turn over, and try to close my mind to the hell that was last night.
I hear someone knocking at the door. "Go 'way!" I shout into my pillow. [I] Damn, my head hurts. [/I]
"Francie? You in there?" I hear a familiar voice. [I] No, it couldn't be [/I] I assume it's a dream and try to go back to sleep.
The knocking continues.
I cursed silently, and get out of the bed. Still feeling the effects of my hangover, I almost knock the lamp over. "This had better be good." I say loudly, hoping to scare off whomever would be crazy enough to knock on my door at this ungodly hour.
I yank the door open, and it's Will. "Will! What are you doing here?"
-Will's POV-
[I] Okay, maybe this isn't such a good idea. Put on smile, Will. [/I] "Francie!" I say a little too loudly. "Um.. Hi." [I]Real smooth.[/I]
Francie is still looking at me like I've lost my mind. [I] Okay, maybe I have. [/I] "Sydney's isn't here, she isn't shar.." she starts to say. [I] This is sad, she really thinks that I came all this way for Sydney. [/I] "Francie, I'm actually here to check up on you."
"Will, while incredibly sweet, it was also incredibly unnecessary. Like I told you, I'm okay." she said averting her eyes from me. She looks like she wants to cry. [I] Oh, God. [/I]
"If that's the case, then why won't you look at me?"
She looks up at me, with tears forming in her eyes.
"Can I come in, Francie? Please?" I say softly to her.
She stands to the side and lets me in.
-Francie's POV-
I still can't believe that Will is here. I'd told him that I was okay, and yet he still came. He's a stubborn fool, but still very kind. I don't even want to let him in the hotel room, not because of him showing up, but because I knew that if I started to talk about the mess that was my love life, the waterworks would start. It was bad enough that I wanted to bawl like a baby when he showed up at the door.
Pointing at the couch in the living room area of the suite, I tell him to sit down.
"I'm going to get dressed, then we'll talk, okay?" I rub my eyes, hoping to catch the tears that are threatening to fall.
Will crosses the room in three quick strides, gave me a big hug, and kisses the top of my head.
"I'll be right here," he said looking down at me.
"I know you will." I say softly as I close the door to the bedroom.