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. I'm not too sure about this chapter. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Rating: PG-13 for language, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
I feel so bad laying all of this on Will. He's been great, listening to me go on about my pitiful love life. This is so embarrassing. How many women can I think of that have been through the crap I'm going through right now? Not many. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the same shit over and over again. One guy is married, another guy has a girlfriend who is pregnant, and then there's Charlie who is gay or whatever it is when your boyfriend dates a guy and doesn't tell you. My life is straight out of the Jerry Springer show.
He's going to order some room service. He told me that he didn't want the seafood, something about getting food poisoning or something. It was a really funny story, I have to remember to tell Sydney about it when I see her back in L.A.
"Hey Francie, what do you want to eat? Burgers?"
"Yeah that's fine, could they send up some Coronas to go with them?"
"You're a beer drinker?" Will says looking at me strangely.
"Not really, but I think the occasion calls for something a little different."
"You're the boss." he says saluting me.
I toss a pillow from the couch at him, he moves to the left to avoid me, and goes in the other room to make the phone call.
-Will's POV-
Francie seems to be okay, not great, but okay. At least I got her smiling with that really corny food poisoning story. Finally finding the hotel directory, I dial room service, and order our food, plus a six-pack of Coronas. After we eat, we are definitely getting out of this room, it can't do her any good to sit here and get even more depressed.
I hear my cell phone go off in the other room.
"Francie, could you get that for me? Tell whoever it is, I'll be right there."
"It's Jenny, Will. She's says it's important."
I roll my eyes. Damn, out of all the times to call, she calls now. When we slept together, it was nice. I did use her, and I feel terrible because of it. I normally don't do things like that, but that night it was the tequila talking. She had immediately had expected us to be together, not that I blame her for that though. It isn't that I hold my lovemaking skills in such high regard; it's just that I don't believe in casual sex. It's a corny idea, I know. I just like to be with one person, and Jenny isn't that person. I need to explain my position to her in the very near future.
Taking the phone out of Francie's hand, she gives me a look that indicates that Jenny isn't exactly in the best of moods. [I] Great.[/I]
"Will Tippin."
"Will, where are you? Who answered your phone? What's going on?"
"I'm in Vegas."
"Vegas! Are you doing a story? Who answered your phone?"
"I'm in Vegas to check up on a friend of mine and that's who answered the phone." I say to her slowly. Hopefully she'll pick up on the hint in my voice.
"Are you there with Sydney Bristow?" she asks me in a jealous tone.
[I] Where did that come from? [/I]
"What? No, I'm not here with Sydney. Why would you think that?"
[I] Better yet, why am I explaining myself to you? [/I]
"You just sound really distracted. You only get that way when you are talking to or with Sydney." She has a point, but this time it isn't about Sydney.
"Jenny, why did you call anyway? I don't have any pending stories, or deadlines. What's up?"
"No need to be snippy, Will. I went by your house this morning to see if you wanted to go to the riverfront with me, and you were gone. I was just concerned."
There's a knock at the hotel room door. Hopefully that's room service.
"Jenny? Look, I have to go. I promise when I get back tomorrow, I'll explain everything." [I] I also will apologize to you. [/I] "You promise?" she asks me too cheerfully. Syd and Francie were right; she definitely has that cheerleader aura. "Definitely." I say to her matter of factly.
Francie wheels in the cart as I'm hanging up the phone.
"Viola.", she says as she pulls the top off of our plates, "Your lunch is served."
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. I'm not too sure about this chapter. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Rating: PG-13 for language, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
I feel so bad laying all of this on Will. He's been great, listening to me go on about my pitiful love life. This is so embarrassing. How many women can I think of that have been through the crap I'm going through right now? Not many. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the same shit over and over again. One guy is married, another guy has a girlfriend who is pregnant, and then there's Charlie who is gay or whatever it is when your boyfriend dates a guy and doesn't tell you. My life is straight out of the Jerry Springer show.
He's going to order some room service. He told me that he didn't want the seafood, something about getting food poisoning or something. It was a really funny story, I have to remember to tell Sydney about it when I see her back in L.A.
"Hey Francie, what do you want to eat? Burgers?"
"Yeah that's fine, could they send up some Coronas to go with them?"
"You're a beer drinker?" Will says looking at me strangely.
"Not really, but I think the occasion calls for something a little different."
"You're the boss." he says saluting me.
I toss a pillow from the couch at him, he moves to the left to avoid me, and goes in the other room to make the phone call.
-Will's POV-
Francie seems to be okay, not great, but okay. At least I got her smiling with that really corny food poisoning story. Finally finding the hotel directory, I dial room service, and order our food, plus a six-pack of Coronas. After we eat, we are definitely getting out of this room, it can't do her any good to sit here and get even more depressed.
I hear my cell phone go off in the other room.
"Francie, could you get that for me? Tell whoever it is, I'll be right there."
"It's Jenny, Will. She's says it's important."
I roll my eyes. Damn, out of all the times to call, she calls now. When we slept together, it was nice. I did use her, and I feel terrible because of it. I normally don't do things like that, but that night it was the tequila talking. She had immediately had expected us to be together, not that I blame her for that though. It isn't that I hold my lovemaking skills in such high regard; it's just that I don't believe in casual sex. It's a corny idea, I know. I just like to be with one person, and Jenny isn't that person. I need to explain my position to her in the very near future.
Taking the phone out of Francie's hand, she gives me a look that indicates that Jenny isn't exactly in the best of moods. [I] Great.[/I]
"Will Tippin."
"Will, where are you? Who answered your phone? What's going on?"
"I'm in Vegas."
"Vegas! Are you doing a story? Who answered your phone?"
"I'm in Vegas to check up on a friend of mine and that's who answered the phone." I say to her slowly. Hopefully she'll pick up on the hint in my voice.
"Are you there with Sydney Bristow?" she asks me in a jealous tone.
[I] Where did that come from? [/I]
"What? No, I'm not here with Sydney. Why would you think that?"
[I] Better yet, why am I explaining myself to you? [/I]
"You just sound really distracted. You only get that way when you are talking to or with Sydney." She has a point, but this time it isn't about Sydney.
"Jenny, why did you call anyway? I don't have any pending stories, or deadlines. What's up?"
"No need to be snippy, Will. I went by your house this morning to see if you wanted to go to the riverfront with me, and you were gone. I was just concerned."
There's a knock at the hotel room door. Hopefully that's room service.
"Jenny? Look, I have to go. I promise when I get back tomorrow, I'll explain everything." [I] I also will apologize to you. [/I] "You promise?" she asks me too cheerfully. Syd and Francie were right; she definitely has that cheerleader aura. "Definitely." I say to her matter of factly.
Francie wheels in the cart as I'm hanging up the phone.
"Viola.", she says as she pulls the top off of our plates, "Your lunch is served."