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. Just so everyone knows, Francie and Will are not hooking up right now while they are in Vegas. If this sucks, tell me. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Will's POV-
Looking around this room, I see my instincts were right about Francie. The tray from what I assume is room service, is still sitting on the cart, uneaten. There is a picture frame on the floor. I turn it over; it's a recent picture of Charlie and Francie at a Wayne Newton show. She's drawn a big x over his face with lipstick. [I] Typical Francie. [/I] The last time a guy had cheated on her, she cut his head out of all the pictures. Over at the bar, there about 4 shot glasses turned upside down and an ice bucket filled with what used to be ice.
Sighing, I look at my watch; I realize that I've been awake for 24 hours straight. Funny how looking after your friend gives you a shot of adrenaline. Yawning, I sit back down on the couch, and start doze off. [I] 10 minutes, then I'll be ready to talk with Francie. [/I]
-Francie's POV-
I look at my image in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes, blotchy skin. [I] Not exactly supermodel material, Francie. [/I] Sticking my tongue out at myself, I go into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Pulling my top on, I think about the first time I or we, meaning Sydney and I, met Will. He was so nervous around Sydney, that it was cute. Pathetic? Yes, but definitely cute. The first time we all went running together, he was so caught up looking at her that he ran into one of the hurdles that was set out for the track team's practice. He wasn't seriously hurt, but his pride was. Sydney spent weeks making sure he was okay, and he was smitten from that point.
Speaking of Will, I should make sure he hasn't left Las Vegas screaming because of my depressing state of mind.
While I'm fixing my hair, I open the bedroom door to ask Will if he wants to go down to the restaurant to get something to eat. "Hey Will. Let me treat you to something to eat. I mean you came all this way for me, and like I said it wasn't necessary. So what do you say?" Silence. "Will?". He's awfully quiet. God, I hope he didn't really leave. "Will? Are you out there?". Poking my head around the corner, I finally see him. I have to stifle a giggle as I look at him. The poor guy is asleep and looking like he's 7 years old again-his blonde hair is more tousled than usual, and he's pouting-what is that all about? Walking over to him, I grab the blanket from the chair and cover him with it.
My hangover is subsiding a little bit, but my hunger is growing. I take the key card, and scribble a note for Will, telling him that I'll be downstairs eating. When I get out into the hallway, the hotel maid is already starting on room next to me. Hopefully she won't make too much noise to disturb Will, she cleans my room. I should probably tell her that he's in there.
"Excuse me?", I say to the maid. She turns around and gives me a "what now" look. What is the deal with the staff at this hotel? "Um, Hi. I just wanted to tell you that my friend just got here from L.A. and he's pretty much knocked out. When you clean my room, could you try not to make a lot of noise? He's pretty worn out." She looks me up and down and makes a 'tsk, tsk' sound with her mouth. [I] Okay, great. Now she thinks I'm some kind of super slut or something. [/I] I ask her again, "Can you just keep it down when you are over there, please?" She nods yes in response. "Thank you" I reply curtly, and I'm off to the restaurant.
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. Just so everyone knows, Francie and Will are not hooking up right now while they are in Vegas. If this sucks, tell me. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Will's POV-
Looking around this room, I see my instincts were right about Francie. The tray from what I assume is room service, is still sitting on the cart, uneaten. There is a picture frame on the floor. I turn it over; it's a recent picture of Charlie and Francie at a Wayne Newton show. She's drawn a big x over his face with lipstick. [I] Typical Francie. [/I] The last time a guy had cheated on her, she cut his head out of all the pictures. Over at the bar, there about 4 shot glasses turned upside down and an ice bucket filled with what used to be ice.
Sighing, I look at my watch; I realize that I've been awake for 24 hours straight. Funny how looking after your friend gives you a shot of adrenaline. Yawning, I sit back down on the couch, and start doze off. [I] 10 minutes, then I'll be ready to talk with Francie. [/I]
-Francie's POV-
I look at my image in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes, blotchy skin. [I] Not exactly supermodel material, Francie. [/I] Sticking my tongue out at myself, I go into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Pulling my top on, I think about the first time I or we, meaning Sydney and I, met Will. He was so nervous around Sydney, that it was cute. Pathetic? Yes, but definitely cute. The first time we all went running together, he was so caught up looking at her that he ran into one of the hurdles that was set out for the track team's practice. He wasn't seriously hurt, but his pride was. Sydney spent weeks making sure he was okay, and he was smitten from that point.
Speaking of Will, I should make sure he hasn't left Las Vegas screaming because of my depressing state of mind.
While I'm fixing my hair, I open the bedroom door to ask Will if he wants to go down to the restaurant to get something to eat. "Hey Will. Let me treat you to something to eat. I mean you came all this way for me, and like I said it wasn't necessary. So what do you say?" Silence. "Will?". He's awfully quiet. God, I hope he didn't really leave. "Will? Are you out there?". Poking my head around the corner, I finally see him. I have to stifle a giggle as I look at him. The poor guy is asleep and looking like he's 7 years old again-his blonde hair is more tousled than usual, and he's pouting-what is that all about? Walking over to him, I grab the blanket from the chair and cover him with it.
My hangover is subsiding a little bit, but my hunger is growing. I take the key card, and scribble a note for Will, telling him that I'll be downstairs eating. When I get out into the hallway, the hotel maid is already starting on room next to me. Hopefully she won't make too much noise to disturb Will, she cleans my room. I should probably tell her that he's in there.
"Excuse me?", I say to the maid. She turns around and gives me a "what now" look. What is the deal with the staff at this hotel? "Um, Hi. I just wanted to tell you that my friend just got here from L.A. and he's pretty much knocked out. When you clean my room, could you try not to make a lot of noise? He's pretty worn out." She looks me up and down and makes a 'tsk, tsk' sound with her mouth. [I] Okay, great. Now she thinks I'm some kind of super slut or something. [/I] I ask her again, "Can you just keep it down when you are over there, please?" She nods yes in response. "Thank you" I reply curtly, and I'm off to the restaurant.