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 will be wrapping this up this weekend. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
When we sit down to start eating, I'm dying to find out what happened with him and Jenny. Sydney's told me her version of the sorid tale, but I want to know what really happened.
"Will, so um what's the deal with you and Jenny?" [I] Real nice, straight to the point.[/I]
He looks up from his apparently really great burger, and gives me a look.
"Huh?" he says with his mouth full.
"Will, that's gross. You think you could chew and swallow before you answer me." I say to him giggling.
Taking a swig of his beer, he clears his throat, and asks me, "What about her?"
"Well she seemed to be really upset that you weren't home, much more than an assistant should be, or are you guys more than just assistant and boss?"
He frowns and looks at me. He's not frowning in a "What the hell are you asking me that for?" way, but more of "What's the best way to put this?' way.
"See Francie, the thing is, me and Jenny..." he sighs. Okay, sighing is not a good thing. I've done it already too much this disastrous weekend.
"The thing is what?"
" That me and Jenny slept together, I know you already knew that, but see the problem is that she wanted a relationship, and truthfully I didn't"
"Did you tell her that before you guys slept together?"
"No. No, I didn't tell her."
"WILL! What the hell? No wonder, she's calling you like she's your girlfriend. I swear if you weren't my friend, I'd kick your ass myself. You men wonder why women don't trust you half the time." I say looking at him in disdain.
He looks up at me with this puppy dog look. Now had this been Charlie I probably would have laughed in his face, luckily for Will, he's not him.
Sighing, [I] There I go with the sighing again. [/I] I say to him, "I'm sorry to overreact, but you must know that this isn't cool at all. I met Jenny only one time, and she seemed totally gone over you. Are you going to do something about this?"
"I know it's not right, but I didn't know how or when to tell her."
"No time like the present." I say to him matter-of-factly.
"I will. I'm going to have that conversation with her when I get back tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night? You're not going back to Los Angeles today? I told you that I'm fine. You really don't need to stay"
"Now Francie, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't hang out in Vegas with you, and make sure you got back home safely? Do you even have a ride back to L.A.?" he says to me smiling.
I'm glad that Will is here. Okay, I'm extremely happy that he's going to stay. I didn't want to give up the room; it's already paid for. It would be a shame to leave Vegas a day early because of Charlie's screw-up. True enough, I really didn't have a ride back to L.A., Charlie drove us out here.
"Are you sure that you want to stay? I may revert back to my depressed self, and I'm sure that you wouldn't want to be around that."
"As your guide to all things fun and fantastic, I promise that you will not be depressed at any time especially while I'm here with you. So what do you say? Is it okay if I stay?"
"Sure, you can but only if you promise not to call yourself "a guide to all things fun and fantastic", you sound like you should be in a children's fairy tale."
"Okay, okay, that may have been a little over the top."
"A little?"
"Okay, a lot. So are you up to forgetting our problems and having a great time in Vegas?"
[I] Why the hell shouldn't I have a good time?[/I]
"Of course, I am. So what exactly do you have planned?"
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 will be wrapping this up this weekend. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Rating: PG, will change from Chapter to Chapter
-Francie's POV-
When we sit down to start eating, I'm dying to find out what happened with him and Jenny. Sydney's told me her version of the sorid tale, but I want to know what really happened.
"Will, so um what's the deal with you and Jenny?" [I] Real nice, straight to the point.[/I]
He looks up from his apparently really great burger, and gives me a look.
"Huh?" he says with his mouth full.
"Will, that's gross. You think you could chew and swallow before you answer me." I say to him giggling.
Taking a swig of his beer, he clears his throat, and asks me, "What about her?"
"Well she seemed to be really upset that you weren't home, much more than an assistant should be, or are you guys more than just assistant and boss?"
He frowns and looks at me. He's not frowning in a "What the hell are you asking me that for?" way, but more of "What's the best way to put this?' way.
"See Francie, the thing is, me and Jenny..." he sighs. Okay, sighing is not a good thing. I've done it already too much this disastrous weekend.
"The thing is what?"
" That me and Jenny slept together, I know you already knew that, but see the problem is that she wanted a relationship, and truthfully I didn't"
"Did you tell her that before you guys slept together?"
"No. No, I didn't tell her."
"WILL! What the hell? No wonder, she's calling you like she's your girlfriend. I swear if you weren't my friend, I'd kick your ass myself. You men wonder why women don't trust you half the time." I say looking at him in disdain.
He looks up at me with this puppy dog look. Now had this been Charlie I probably would have laughed in his face, luckily for Will, he's not him.
Sighing, [I] There I go with the sighing again. [/I] I say to him, "I'm sorry to overreact, but you must know that this isn't cool at all. I met Jenny only one time, and she seemed totally gone over you. Are you going to do something about this?"
"I know it's not right, but I didn't know how or when to tell her."
"No time like the present." I say to him matter-of-factly.
"I will. I'm going to have that conversation with her when I get back tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night? You're not going back to Los Angeles today? I told you that I'm fine. You really don't need to stay"
"Now Francie, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't hang out in Vegas with you, and make sure you got back home safely? Do you even have a ride back to L.A.?" he says to me smiling.
I'm glad that Will is here. Okay, I'm extremely happy that he's going to stay. I didn't want to give up the room; it's already paid for. It would be a shame to leave Vegas a day early because of Charlie's screw-up. True enough, I really didn't have a ride back to L.A., Charlie drove us out here.
"Are you sure that you want to stay? I may revert back to my depressed self, and I'm sure that you wouldn't want to be around that."
"As your guide to all things fun and fantastic, I promise that you will not be depressed at any time especially while I'm here with you. So what do you say? Is it okay if I stay?"
"Sure, you can but only if you promise not to call yourself "a guide to all things fun and fantastic", you sound like you should be in a children's fairy tale."
"Okay, okay, that may have been a little over the top."
"A little?"
"Okay, a lot. So are you up to forgetting our problems and having a great time in Vegas?"
[I] Why the hell shouldn't I have a good time?[/I]
"Of course, I am. So what exactly do you have planned?"