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. [b]Francie and Will are not hooking up right now while they are in Vegas. Yes they will hook up, but not now. [/b] If this sucks, tell me. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.
Rating: PG-13 for language, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
I can't believe that bastard. How could he blame me for his mistake? Damn if this wasn't just typical of him. [I] Francie, the relationship killer.[/I]
Sighing, I step into the elevator. When the door closes, I lean against the wall, and slide down the floor. I'm in here by myself, so crying is okay.
In my mind, I try to remember what exactly went wrong with Charlie and me. Short of committing a crime, I would have done anything for him. I even forgave him for lying to me about his "singing", most women would have cut him loose after that, but I didn't. I stayed with him.
I'm pretty sure that my mascara is running by now. [I] Shit, who cares?[/I]
The elevator finally stops at my floor. I do not want to get out of this elevator, if I do, I know that the reality of what just happened will hit me like a ton of bricks.
Stepping out into the hallway, I hold on to the wall. I'm not "inebriated" as Charlie so eloquently put it, but I feel like if I remove my hand from this wall, I will fall directly on my ass.
Reaching the hotel room, I place the container of food on the floor, and dig into my purse for the key card. [I] Dammit, where is it? [/I] Admittedly so, the mascara and tears are making my search a little bit difficult.
Success! I've found the card, and I'm finally inside the room.
"Will." I call out, hoping to disguise my wavering voice.
-Will's POV-
I hear Francie call me from the hallway of the suite. She doesn't sound so hot. I should have been awake when she left.
"Francie? Were you able to get something to eat? You looked pretty beat this morning." I say looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.
"Yeah, I was able to get something. I brought you back something too. There are some crab legs, and shrimp in there. I sort of lost my appetite when I got there."
"You ok?"
I walk out to the living room area, and find Francie sitting on the couch.
"Francie?"
She sighs, averting her eyes from me once again.
"Charlie was down there."
1 The first shoe drops.
"He didn't say anything to you? Did he?"
She looks up at me with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Well Will, he basically told me that it was my fault that he did what he did.", she says to me with her voice wavering.
Second shoe drops.
I sit down next to her on the couch, and take her hand.
"Francie." I say to her evenly "You do know that Charlie is full of it right?"
"That may be true Will, but why does this always happen to me?" she says to me, crying.
Handing her some tissue, I let her continue her rant.
"It never fails. As you and Sydney already know, my last relationship that was long like this one, and what happens? I find out he's married."
"Why, Will? Can you please explain to me why this always happens to me?" she says to me in anguish.
I wish I could answer her questions, but I can't. This is a bad situation all around, with no clear-cut winners at all. I just hope Francie comes out of this with her heart mended.
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. [b]Francie and Will are not hooking up right now while they are in Vegas. Yes they will hook up, but not now. [/b] If this sucks, tell me. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.
Rating: PG-13 for language, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
I can't believe that bastard. How could he blame me for his mistake? Damn if this wasn't just typical of him. [I] Francie, the relationship killer.[/I]
Sighing, I step into the elevator. When the door closes, I lean against the wall, and slide down the floor. I'm in here by myself, so crying is okay.
In my mind, I try to remember what exactly went wrong with Charlie and me. Short of committing a crime, I would have done anything for him. I even forgave him for lying to me about his "singing", most women would have cut him loose after that, but I didn't. I stayed with him.
I'm pretty sure that my mascara is running by now. [I] Shit, who cares?[/I]
The elevator finally stops at my floor. I do not want to get out of this elevator, if I do, I know that the reality of what just happened will hit me like a ton of bricks.
Stepping out into the hallway, I hold on to the wall. I'm not "inebriated" as Charlie so eloquently put it, but I feel like if I remove my hand from this wall, I will fall directly on my ass.
Reaching the hotel room, I place the container of food on the floor, and dig into my purse for the key card. [I] Dammit, where is it? [/I] Admittedly so, the mascara and tears are making my search a little bit difficult.
Success! I've found the card, and I'm finally inside the room.
"Will." I call out, hoping to disguise my wavering voice.
-Will's POV-
I hear Francie call me from the hallway of the suite. She doesn't sound so hot. I should have been awake when she left.
"Francie? Were you able to get something to eat? You looked pretty beat this morning." I say looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.
"Yeah, I was able to get something. I brought you back something too. There are some crab legs, and shrimp in there. I sort of lost my appetite when I got there."
"You ok?"
I walk out to the living room area, and find Francie sitting on the couch.
"Francie?"
She sighs, averting her eyes from me once again.
"Charlie was down there."
1 The first shoe drops.
"He didn't say anything to you? Did he?"
She looks up at me with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Well Will, he basically told me that it was my fault that he did what he did.", she says to me with her voice wavering.
Second shoe drops.
I sit down next to her on the couch, and take her hand.
"Francie." I say to her evenly "You do know that Charlie is full of it right?"
"That may be true Will, but why does this always happen to me?" she says to me, crying.
Handing her some tissue, I let her continue her rant.
"It never fails. As you and Sydney already know, my last relationship that was long like this one, and what happens? I find out he's married."
"Why, Will? Can you please explain to me why this always happens to me?" she says to me in anguish.
I wish I could answer her questions, but I can't. This is a bad situation all around, with no clear-cut winners at all. I just hope Francie comes out of this with her heart mended.