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, I think. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Chapter 12 (two more chapters to go)
-Francie's POV- Eiffel Tower at the Paris Hotel
The past several hours have been a blast. Will definitely lived up to his corny title. Everything had been so much fun. The ultimate for me, had to be the observation deck at the Paris hotel.
People had called Las Vegas, "Sin City," but the Vegas I saw from up there was absolutely beautiful.
"I'm too wired to go back to the hotel, Will, what's next on the agenda?" I ask him as we are coming down the escalator.
"[I]Now[/I] you want to hang out. Five hours ago, I couldn't drag even you out of the room."
"I know that, but if I go back now, that means that I'll be closer to going home tomorrow."
"And much closer to really dealing with the whole Charlie situation?"
[I]Why did he have to bring that up? [/I]
"I've already dealt with it."
"Throwing the engagement ring at him isn't dealing with the situation."
"I thought we were supposed to be having a good time? Talking about Charlie isn't having a good time, Will." I feel myself getting irritated at him.
"I know that I promised that you would have a good time for your last night, and I have every intention of making sure that you do. I just don't want you to think that you won't have to deal with him or this situation when we get back."
"Will, look.."
"You're my friend, Francie, and I care about you. I don't want you delude yourself into thinking that everything is okay with Charlie, when it really isn't."
My frustration is getting the better of me.
"Will, dammit, do you think I oblivious to the fact that Charlie has cheated on me? That I don't know that when I get home everything has changed, that what has happened will have a profound effect on my outlook on..on everything?"
He seems taken aback by my outburst; for that matter, I'm pretty shocked myself. Shocked and embarrassed, actually. All he's doing being my friend, looking out for my well being, and here I was talking to him like we'd just met.
"Will. I'm sorry." I say to him quickly, feeling my cheeks turn red. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You were, I mean you are looking out for me, and you did come all this way. How do I show my gratitude? I yell at you."
" It's okay. You've been dealing with a lot in just a few days. Anyone would have gone insane by now, but you..you have been doing great. So forget about it, okay? You're entitled to showing a little frustration."
"You sure?"
"Positive. In fact, I'm so positive that it's okay, that we won't even talk about it again."
The good energy that he has is rubbing off on me. He's right, no need to harp on my outburst.
"Okay, you've made your case. So what's next on the agenda, O guide to all things fun and fantastic?"
"A magic show."
"A magic show? You mean a David "I made the Statue of Liberty disappear" Copperfield type show? That's all smoke and mirrors."
"I wouldn't be so confident in that opinion. I'm supposed to be showing you a good time, and what would be a good time be in Vegas without the obligatory magic show? You can't do Vegas without going to a magic show, that's like going to watch a Lakers game, and not watching Kobe make the game winning shot."
"Okay! Okay! I get it." I laugh. "We are going to a magic show. Which one are we going to see?"
"I hear that Copperfield is in town, so let's go."
I can't believe that I'm agreeing to see a magic show. His infectious good mood is rubbing off of me, which would probably explain why I'm going to this magic show. Had this been anyone else dragging me to this, I would have politely told them where to go.
"Copperfield, it is. Lead the way."
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, I think. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback.
Chapter 12 (two more chapters to go)
-Francie's POV- Eiffel Tower at the Paris Hotel
The past several hours have been a blast. Will definitely lived up to his corny title. Everything had been so much fun. The ultimate for me, had to be the observation deck at the Paris hotel.
People had called Las Vegas, "Sin City," but the Vegas I saw from up there was absolutely beautiful.
"I'm too wired to go back to the hotel, Will, what's next on the agenda?" I ask him as we are coming down the escalator.
"[I]Now[/I] you want to hang out. Five hours ago, I couldn't drag even you out of the room."
"I know that, but if I go back now, that means that I'll be closer to going home tomorrow."
"And much closer to really dealing with the whole Charlie situation?"
[I]Why did he have to bring that up? [/I]
"I've already dealt with it."
"Throwing the engagement ring at him isn't dealing with the situation."
"I thought we were supposed to be having a good time? Talking about Charlie isn't having a good time, Will." I feel myself getting irritated at him.
"I know that I promised that you would have a good time for your last night, and I have every intention of making sure that you do. I just don't want you to think that you won't have to deal with him or this situation when we get back."
"Will, look.."
"You're my friend, Francie, and I care about you. I don't want you delude yourself into thinking that everything is okay with Charlie, when it really isn't."
My frustration is getting the better of me.
"Will, dammit, do you think I oblivious to the fact that Charlie has cheated on me? That I don't know that when I get home everything has changed, that what has happened will have a profound effect on my outlook on..on everything?"
He seems taken aback by my outburst; for that matter, I'm pretty shocked myself. Shocked and embarrassed, actually. All he's doing being my friend, looking out for my well being, and here I was talking to him like we'd just met.
"Will. I'm sorry." I say to him quickly, feeling my cheeks turn red. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You were, I mean you are looking out for me, and you did come all this way. How do I show my gratitude? I yell at you."
" It's okay. You've been dealing with a lot in just a few days. Anyone would have gone insane by now, but you..you have been doing great. So forget about it, okay? You're entitled to showing a little frustration."
"You sure?"
"Positive. In fact, I'm so positive that it's okay, that we won't even talk about it again."
The good energy that he has is rubbing off on me. He's right, no need to harp on my outburst.
"Okay, you've made your case. So what's next on the agenda, O guide to all things fun and fantastic?"
"A magic show."
"A magic show? You mean a David "I made the Statue of Liberty disappear" Copperfield type show? That's all smoke and mirrors."
"I wouldn't be so confident in that opinion. I'm supposed to be showing you a good time, and what would be a good time be in Vegas without the obligatory magic show? You can't do Vegas without going to a magic show, that's like going to watch a Lakers game, and not watching Kobe make the game winning shot."
"Okay! Okay! I get it." I laugh. "We are going to a magic show. Which one are we going to see?"
"I hear that Copperfield is in town, so let's go."
I can't believe that I'm agreeing to see a magic show. His infectious good mood is rubbing off of me, which would probably explain why I'm going to this magic show. Had this been anyone else dragging me to this, I would have politely told them where to go.
"Copperfield, it is. Lead the way."