OLD FLAME
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: R
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
The swelling was completely gone and it was time that Chris took a breath on her own It was tense in the first few moments, but after she took a breath on her own everyone was relieved. Chris was sent for more tests and all results were positive, so the question was why wouldn't she regain conscious.
Dr. Levy wanted to move Chris to Miami, however the neurosurgeon advised against it. So Dr. Levy and Castillo decided that Dr. Levy would stay one more week, Castillo would return to Miami with Frankie. He would then send one of the guys for a week to sit with her. This would assist in two areas, one being that she would hear a familiar voice and the other was to make sure her uncle and Frank doesn't get to her.
Dr. Levy made the calls to both Frank and Sal to meet him at his hotel. He explained that Chris was breathing by herself and that all the tests ran were positive but she was still not regaining consciousness. He went on to say that he would be here another week and that Castillo was going back to Miami the next day. That is when he dropped the bomb and told them he wanted Frankie to return with him.
"No, not as long as Chris is here." Her uncle said.
"Need I remind you that you have no choice? I will do whatever it takes to fulfill her wishes."
"You mean to tell me that this is Chris' choice, I find that hard to believe. She's family."
"Only when it's convenient for you. Anyway, I knew you would question it so here is a copy."
Sal scanned the highlighted area and true to his word, Chris had spelled it out clear as day. He knew she had set it up so tight that it was not worth even trying. "Ok, you win I will have Frankie here by seven tonight." Sal said and walked away.
Frank was silent long enough for Sal to get out of earshot said, "Thank you, I really didn't like the idea of my son being in that environment. I don't agree with him going to Miami, being his father I don't know if I will let that happen."
"You also were named in the paperwork, her wishes were for you to be part of Frankie's life but not in your custody."
"She had it all figured out didn't she?" He asked.
"She tried her hardest to do the right thing all along."
"Was the right thing to deny me knowing my son?"
"No, I told her many times as a father you had that right. I tried every chance I got to convince Chris to tell you."
"If you were so concerned, why didn't you do it yourself?"
"It wasn't my call."
"Can I see her?"
"No, I don't believe it will help her recovery."
"Ok, I will abide by your decision, but I won't guarantee for how long. Can I at least have a daily update on her?"
"Yes." Dr. Levy said because he saw the concern in his eyes even though he tried to hide it.
One week later
Chris had still not regained consciousness, and Frank had called everyday for an update. Dr. Levy was leaving to return to Miami, and DEA agent Muller was up here for a week.
"Chris, I just wanted you to know that I'm returning to Miami, but not leaving you. There is no reason for you not to open your eyes, so I am hoping that you decide your son is worth it."
The little voice said, "Do you hear that? The doctor is leaving, now what are you going to do?"
"Sleep, sleep, and sleep. Everyone just needs to leave me alone especially you."
"As much as I would like to, then I wouldn't be doing my job."
"I don't have to feel anything while I'm in this place, no decisions, no worries, and especially no heartaches."
"Need I remind you that you chose this particular heartache?"
"Go away. I hear another voice, oh no it Muller, he's a chatter box he drive me crazy!"
"If you open your eyes you won't have to put up with him."
"This might prove interesting, let's see how he bares his soul."
Frank had spent the last week thinking about what to do with everyone in his life: Michelle, Frankie, and Chris. He didn't have answers but he was going to start to get them. The first thing he did was open the envelope addressed to him from Michelle.
He must have read the letter a thousand times and every time it pulled at his heartstrings because he was being unfair to Michelle. He picked up the phone and called her.
"Hello." Michelle answered.
"Hi, it's Frank, is it too late to talk?"
"It's never too late for you. I miss you."
"I wanted to know if you are free tomorrow night for dinner?"
"Yes, your place?"
"Meet me here and we'll go out."
"What time?"
"Sevenish."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." Frank said as he hung up the phone. He would talk to Michelle, but there would be no promises. Maybe he could savage his relationship because she loved him.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: R
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
The swelling was completely gone and it was time that Chris took a breath on her own It was tense in the first few moments, but after she took a breath on her own everyone was relieved. Chris was sent for more tests and all results were positive, so the question was why wouldn't she regain conscious.
Dr. Levy wanted to move Chris to Miami, however the neurosurgeon advised against it. So Dr. Levy and Castillo decided that Dr. Levy would stay one more week, Castillo would return to Miami with Frankie. He would then send one of the guys for a week to sit with her. This would assist in two areas, one being that she would hear a familiar voice and the other was to make sure her uncle and Frank doesn't get to her.
Dr. Levy made the calls to both Frank and Sal to meet him at his hotel. He explained that Chris was breathing by herself and that all the tests ran were positive but she was still not regaining consciousness. He went on to say that he would be here another week and that Castillo was going back to Miami the next day. That is when he dropped the bomb and told them he wanted Frankie to return with him.
"No, not as long as Chris is here." Her uncle said.
"Need I remind you that you have no choice? I will do whatever it takes to fulfill her wishes."
"You mean to tell me that this is Chris' choice, I find that hard to believe. She's family."
"Only when it's convenient for you. Anyway, I knew you would question it so here is a copy."
Sal scanned the highlighted area and true to his word, Chris had spelled it out clear as day. He knew she had set it up so tight that it was not worth even trying. "Ok, you win I will have Frankie here by seven tonight." Sal said and walked away.
Frank was silent long enough for Sal to get out of earshot said, "Thank you, I really didn't like the idea of my son being in that environment. I don't agree with him going to Miami, being his father I don't know if I will let that happen."
"You also were named in the paperwork, her wishes were for you to be part of Frankie's life but not in your custody."
"She had it all figured out didn't she?" He asked.
"She tried her hardest to do the right thing all along."
"Was the right thing to deny me knowing my son?"
"No, I told her many times as a father you had that right. I tried every chance I got to convince Chris to tell you."
"If you were so concerned, why didn't you do it yourself?"
"It wasn't my call."
"Can I see her?"
"No, I don't believe it will help her recovery."
"Ok, I will abide by your decision, but I won't guarantee for how long. Can I at least have a daily update on her?"
"Yes." Dr. Levy said because he saw the concern in his eyes even though he tried to hide it.
One week later
Chris had still not regained consciousness, and Frank had called everyday for an update. Dr. Levy was leaving to return to Miami, and DEA agent Muller was up here for a week.
"Chris, I just wanted you to know that I'm returning to Miami, but not leaving you. There is no reason for you not to open your eyes, so I am hoping that you decide your son is worth it."
The little voice said, "Do you hear that? The doctor is leaving, now what are you going to do?"
"Sleep, sleep, and sleep. Everyone just needs to leave me alone especially you."
"As much as I would like to, then I wouldn't be doing my job."
"I don't have to feel anything while I'm in this place, no decisions, no worries, and especially no heartaches."
"Need I remind you that you chose this particular heartache?"
"Go away. I hear another voice, oh no it Muller, he's a chatter box he drive me crazy!"
"If you open your eyes you won't have to put up with him."
"This might prove interesting, let's see how he bares his soul."
Frank had spent the last week thinking about what to do with everyone in his life: Michelle, Frankie, and Chris. He didn't have answers but he was going to start to get them. The first thing he did was open the envelope addressed to him from Michelle.
He must have read the letter a thousand times and every time it pulled at his heartstrings because he was being unfair to Michelle. He picked up the phone and called her.
"Hello." Michelle answered.
"Hi, it's Frank, is it too late to talk?"
"It's never too late for you. I miss you."
"I wanted to know if you are free tomorrow night for dinner?"
"Yes, your place?"
"Meet me here and we'll go out."
"What time?"
"Sevenish."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." Frank said as he hung up the phone. He would talk to Michelle, but there would be no promises. Maybe he could savage his relationship because she loved him.
