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. Thanks to Nicole and Hillary for giving me the great comments and suggestions. Hope I did you guys proud!
-Francie's POV-Next Morning, living room area of the suite
Dishes clatter as I slowly open one eye. Will is actually setting up breakfast for us. Funny, I've never pictured him the domestic type. I stifle a giggle, as I watch Will try to balance a pitcher of orange juice in one hand and a plate in the other.
He places the plate softly on the table, and darts into the bedroom area. I hear the shower start up. Now I can find out what he's gotten us for breakfast.
I step lightly out of the very painful sofa bed, crossing the room in three quick steps. I should have let Will sleep there last night. Of course, that wasn't part of the plan, but he really looked out for me-so giving up the big, comfortable bed was the least I could do.
A big grin comes across my face as I see the layout of food sitting in front of me. Will seems to have gotten most of my favorite breakfast foods for this morning's meal. There's the usual bacon and eggs, joined by Belgian waffles, French toast, and crepes.
In the middle of all of this are two pitchers: one has orange juice and the other is filled with apple juice. There are also some bagels, cream cheese, and a bowl of berries. [I] Sweet. [/I]
I hear the shower go off and I dart back across the room, reaching the sofa bed just before he steps out of the bedroom.
"Francie?" I hear him say quietly.
I try to slow my breathing as I hear Will come closer to the bed; hopefully he won't notice.
"Fran?"
[I] Okay, Francie, act like you're just waking up. [/I]
I roll over and blink twice. "Hey Will, top of the morning to you."
He flashes me a warm smile, "Good morning. I thought that you were already up."
"Who, me?" I say simply.
"Yes, how else could you explain having your slippers on in the bed?" he says, pointing to my feet. I pull the blanket back, and blush in embarrassment to see that I am, indeed, wearing slippers.
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that." I say sheepishly.
"It's okay. Really. I just hope that I was able to get most of your favorite foods correct." he says, holding his hand out to me. "Come on, let's eat."
Once again, I feel a big grin coming across my face as I see the layout of food on the table. "This is fantastic, Will. How did you know that these were some of my favorite foods?"
"You aren't the only one who knows things about her friends," he says to me with a wink.
As we sit down to eat, the conversation turns to our leaving Las Vegas.
"When is check out?" he asks, taking a sip of orange juice.
"I believe that we have few more hours, then it's hasta la vista, Vegas." I say ruefully as I bite into my waffle. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but I was having such a good time here in Vegas, and with Will. I don't want to go back to the hell that will be my love life. I dread the conversation I'll have with my father. God bless him, but this isn't something I'd like to tell my father about. "Hey Dad, guess what? Charlie likes BOYS!" Yeah, that'll go over real well at the next family dinner.
"Well, since we only have a few more hours left, what do you say to a walk on the strip before our long trek back to the city of angels?"
"I'd say you have yourself a partner for that walk."
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. Thanks to Nicole and Hillary for giving me the great comments and suggestions. Hope I did you guys proud!
-Francie's POV-Next Morning, living room area of the suite
Dishes clatter as I slowly open one eye. Will is actually setting up breakfast for us. Funny, I've never pictured him the domestic type. I stifle a giggle, as I watch Will try to balance a pitcher of orange juice in one hand and a plate in the other.
He places the plate softly on the table, and darts into the bedroom area. I hear the shower start up. Now I can find out what he's gotten us for breakfast.
I step lightly out of the very painful sofa bed, crossing the room in three quick steps. I should have let Will sleep there last night. Of course, that wasn't part of the plan, but he really looked out for me-so giving up the big, comfortable bed was the least I could do.
A big grin comes across my face as I see the layout of food sitting in front of me. Will seems to have gotten most of my favorite breakfast foods for this morning's meal. There's the usual bacon and eggs, joined by Belgian waffles, French toast, and crepes.
In the middle of all of this are two pitchers: one has orange juice and the other is filled with apple juice. There are also some bagels, cream cheese, and a bowl of berries. [I] Sweet. [/I]
I hear the shower go off and I dart back across the room, reaching the sofa bed just before he steps out of the bedroom.
"Francie?" I hear him say quietly.
I try to slow my breathing as I hear Will come closer to the bed; hopefully he won't notice.
"Fran?"
[I] Okay, Francie, act like you're just waking up. [/I]
I roll over and blink twice. "Hey Will, top of the morning to you."
He flashes me a warm smile, "Good morning. I thought that you were already up."
"Who, me?" I say simply.
"Yes, how else could you explain having your slippers on in the bed?" he says, pointing to my feet. I pull the blanket back, and blush in embarrassment to see that I am, indeed, wearing slippers.
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that." I say sheepishly.
"It's okay. Really. I just hope that I was able to get most of your favorite foods correct." he says, holding his hand out to me. "Come on, let's eat."
Once again, I feel a big grin coming across my face as I see the layout of food on the table. "This is fantastic, Will. How did you know that these were some of my favorite foods?"
"You aren't the only one who knows things about her friends," he says to me with a wink.
As we sit down to eat, the conversation turns to our leaving Las Vegas.
"When is check out?" he asks, taking a sip of orange juice.
"I believe that we have few more hours, then it's hasta la vista, Vegas." I say ruefully as I bite into my waffle. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but I was having such a good time here in Vegas, and with Will. I don't want to go back to the hell that will be my love life. I dread the conversation I'll have with my father. God bless him, but this isn't something I'd like to tell my father about. "Hey Dad, guess what? Charlie likes BOYS!" Yeah, that'll go over real well at the next family dinner.
"Well, since we only have a few more hours left, what do you say to a walk on the strip before our long trek back to the city of angels?"
"I'd say you have yourself a partner for that walk."