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 week. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback. All sights are legitimate places in Las Vegas. (Thanks to lasvegas.com)
-Will's POV- After the magic show, walking back to the Mirage
Francie seemed to have had a good time at the show. I thought I almost lost her there for a minute, by bringing up the situation with Charlie. It's not that I wanted to hurt her further; God knows that she didn't need it. I just had to make sure that she wasn't overlooking the impact that what has happened will have on her. Some would call it being annoying or irritating; I call it looking out for your friends.
"Will...Will..earth to Will."
Snapping out of my reverie, I look down at her. "Huh? Oh, sorry Fran. What were you saying?"
She rolls her eyes playfully at me.
"I was saying that we finally made it back to the hotel. What were you thinking about? Your cheerlead..I mean Jenny again?"
[I]If she only knew.[/I]
"No, actually, I was wondering if you had a good time tonight. Hopefully, I lived up to my title as the guide to all things..."
"Fun and fantastic" she concluded for me, finishing my sentence off yet again. [I] How does she do that?[/I] "I really had a great time tonight. I appreciate you going through all this trouble for me, and like I've said before..."
"It wasn't necessary," I say, finishing her sentence. It's about time I beat her to the punch.
"Exactly," she says as we step into the waiting elevator.
"We've been friends for years, so me coming to Vegas to check up on you is nothing."
She walks over and gives me a tight hug.
"Thanks."
As we step out of the elevator, the conversation turns to the highlights of the night.
"I wish you could have seen your face at the magic show. I'd say you were having a pretty good time."
"Me? Never!" she says with her eyes growing large in mock shock.
"Oh yeah, you were. In fact, I'd even say you enjoyed it a lot."
"I plead the fifth," she says giggling. "I will neither confirm or deny whether I had a good time at the magic show." She opens the door the hotel room. "Here we are. "
I stifle a yawn as I walk in. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. How does that saying go? Oh yeah, time flies as you're having fun.
"Me too," she says as she follows me.
"Me too what?" I didn't think my yawn was that loud.
"I'm getting sleepy too."
"How did you..?" I ask her.
"Know that you were getting sleepy? Besides the obvious yawn, you've been blinking really fast, like you're trying to keep your eyes open. You've done that for years."
"Really? Must be a nervous habit or something." It's cool that she's noticed something that obscure about me. She's the queen of obscure knowledge. I couldn't even remember what her favorite movie was-something with Harrison Ford, I think; but she could probably tell me what shirt I was wearing on the day that I met her and Sydney.
"Probably so.", she says idly. She walks over to the mini-bar, takes out two bottled waters, and tosses me one. "Cheers." She lifts her bottle in salute, takes two big gulps, and finishes the bottle as quickly as she opened it.
"Hey, I wanted you to know that you can have the bed, and I'll take the couch. I think it folds out to a bed or something."
"I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch, sofa bed or not." There is no way that I'm going to let Fran sleep on this sofa bed.
She shakes her head in protest. "For all that you've done for me today, the least I could do is let you have the bed. The sofa bed will be okay for me. Trust me."
"You sure?", I ask hoping that she's not serious. I'm such a baby. That couch was painful to sleep on earlier, but I'm not going to let her suffer what I went through during my brief snore session when she was dealing with Charlie at the buffet.
She throws the now empty bottle of water into the garbage can, walks in front me, and places her hand on my arm. "Really, it's okay. I wouldn't have told you that if I wasn't sure. I'll go change, and then the bedroom is all yours."
"Thanks, Fran." I say to her, giving her warm smile, and taking another sip of the water.
"Anytime." she says as she goes into the bedroom and shuts the door behind her.
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 week. Thanks to everyone for leaving me the great feedback. All sights are legitimate places in Las Vegas. (Thanks to lasvegas.com)
-Will's POV- After the magic show, walking back to the Mirage
Francie seemed to have had a good time at the show. I thought I almost lost her there for a minute, by bringing up the situation with Charlie. It's not that I wanted to hurt her further; God knows that she didn't need it. I just had to make sure that she wasn't overlooking the impact that what has happened will have on her. Some would call it being annoying or irritating; I call it looking out for your friends.
"Will...Will..earth to Will."
Snapping out of my reverie, I look down at her. "Huh? Oh, sorry Fran. What were you saying?"
She rolls her eyes playfully at me.
"I was saying that we finally made it back to the hotel. What were you thinking about? Your cheerlead..I mean Jenny again?"
[I]If she only knew.[/I]
"No, actually, I was wondering if you had a good time tonight. Hopefully, I lived up to my title as the guide to all things..."
"Fun and fantastic" she concluded for me, finishing my sentence off yet again. [I] How does she do that?[/I] "I really had a great time tonight. I appreciate you going through all this trouble for me, and like I've said before..."
"It wasn't necessary," I say, finishing her sentence. It's about time I beat her to the punch.
"Exactly," she says as we step into the waiting elevator.
"We've been friends for years, so me coming to Vegas to check up on you is nothing."
She walks over and gives me a tight hug.
"Thanks."
As we step out of the elevator, the conversation turns to the highlights of the night.
"I wish you could have seen your face at the magic show. I'd say you were having a pretty good time."
"Me? Never!" she says with her eyes growing large in mock shock.
"Oh yeah, you were. In fact, I'd even say you enjoyed it a lot."
"I plead the fifth," she says giggling. "I will neither confirm or deny whether I had a good time at the magic show." She opens the door the hotel room. "Here we are. "
I stifle a yawn as I walk in. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. How does that saying go? Oh yeah, time flies as you're having fun.
"Me too," she says as she follows me.
"Me too what?" I didn't think my yawn was that loud.
"I'm getting sleepy too."
"How did you..?" I ask her.
"Know that you were getting sleepy? Besides the obvious yawn, you've been blinking really fast, like you're trying to keep your eyes open. You've done that for years."
"Really? Must be a nervous habit or something." It's cool that she's noticed something that obscure about me. She's the queen of obscure knowledge. I couldn't even remember what her favorite movie was-something with Harrison Ford, I think; but she could probably tell me what shirt I was wearing on the day that I met her and Sydney.
"Probably so.", she says idly. She walks over to the mini-bar, takes out two bottled waters, and tosses me one. "Cheers." She lifts her bottle in salute, takes two big gulps, and finishes the bottle as quickly as she opened it.
"Hey, I wanted you to know that you can have the bed, and I'll take the couch. I think it folds out to a bed or something."
"I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch, sofa bed or not." There is no way that I'm going to let Fran sleep on this sofa bed.
She shakes her head in protest. "For all that you've done for me today, the least I could do is let you have the bed. The sofa bed will be okay for me. Trust me."
"You sure?", I ask hoping that she's not serious. I'm such a baby. That couch was painful to sleep on earlier, but I'm not going to let her suffer what I went through during my brief snore session when she was dealing with Charlie at the buffet.
She throws the now empty bottle of water into the garbage can, walks in front me, and places her hand on my arm. "Really, it's okay. I wouldn't have told you that if I wasn't sure. I'll go change, and then the bedroom is all yours."
"Thanks, Fran." I say to her, giving her warm smile, and taking another sip of the water.
"Anytime." she says as she goes into the bedroom and shuts the door behind her.