Title: A Single Bullet
Author: Nicki D JAVAjavaJAVAxx@aol.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it belongs to a great man called JJ Abrams and ABC. Etc. etc.
Summary: The worst has come, the unthinkable has arrived. Will and Francie's Reaction.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who submitted a review! Here's my 2nd installment. The Friend's Reaction. Hope you enjoy! - Nicki
Francie sat on the over sized couch, completely content as she watched her and Sydney's favorite movie "Casablanca." Francie constantly gave a glance over at the phone. 'She should have been home 2 hours ago,' she kept repeating herself, 'maybe she just missed her plane' was her knew excuse this time. She made them just to keep herself sane. To keep her mind from thinking something wrong has happened. 'Sydney is fine. You're just being a dork. Calm down Francie," she reminded herself. The power of it began to fade.
The sudden shrill of the phone ringing made Francie jump. She clutched her chest as her heart nearly jumped out. Francie took a deep breath in and grabbed the phone. Just then Will walked through the door.
"Hey Franc, do you have any-" he said but was interrupted as she quietly shushed him.
"Hello?" she asked into the phone, a slight quiver swept over her voice. The rest few moments seem like a blur. The voice, a deep haunting voice, told her there had been an accident. "She's what?" Francie asked, covering her mouth as a gasp came out. Will saw Francie collapse on the floor as she dropped the phone and quickly ran to her. She constantly screamed, "No, No, No" begging for this moment to be a dream.
"Francie whats wrong?" Will asked kneeling in front of her, rubbing her arms with his hands as she rocked herself back and forth, her face buried in her hands, "Francie tell me what's wrong?"
"Sydney is- Sydney is-" she gasped as she looked at him. She paused for a moment, "gone" she said slightly above a whisper and collapsed in Will's arms, crying uncontrollably now.
"Oh god," he breathed out. Tears welling up in his eyes. Will couldn't imagine what excuse they gave Francie for the reason why Sydney was gone. A mugging in some dark street ally, a car accident, it could be anything. But Will knew the truth. The CIA killed Sydney Bristow. SD-6 killed Sydney Bristow. Tears fell from his eyes as he held Francie tightly in his arms. She was gone, she was gone.
The Funeral happened a week later. It was so small, so tiny. Only a handful of people came. Sydney deserved more than this, she should have a memorial, a huge funeral service with over 1,000 people. The whole nation owed their lives to this women and she gets a small funeral. Francie cried on Will's shoulder. All Will could do was mutter a few sympathetic words. He needed comforting himself. He held back his tears; he just stared at the coffin. Wondering if Sydney's body was actually inside the coffin or if they hadn't found it yet. Will let his eyes stray to Vaughn, he stood off to the side. His face blank and emotionless. Will knew the truth. Vaughn loved Sydney, it was so obvious. Now she was gone, whether she knew or didn't know of his love is unknown to any of them. Except Sydney, but now she is silenced forever.
It was time to give our final good byes. Francie walked up to the coffin and felt it slightly with her fingertips. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She stared at the coffin for a moment, and then lowered her head. Tears falling down onto the coffin. She looked up and left the coffin, not saying a word.
Now it was Will turn. He walked up to the coffin almost as if in slow motion and placed his hands upon it. It felt so cold, so wet underneath his fingertips. Will allowed the rain to soak him, not caring as he looked upon the sad site. He opened his mouth but only one thing came out of his mouth, "Syd," the tears he was suppressing now were springing to life and falling down his face, mixing with the rain. He tried to say something else but found that he had lost his voice. Before he could break down in front of the coffin, in front of everyone there. Will walked away, only to look back once as Vaughn stepped up to the coffin. Will lowered his eyes, and then his head, continuing to walk away.
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Author: Nicki D JAVAjavaJAVAxx@aol.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it belongs to a great man called JJ Abrams and ABC. Etc. etc.
Summary: The worst has come, the unthinkable has arrived. Will and Francie's Reaction.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who submitted a review! Here's my 2nd installment. The Friend's Reaction. Hope you enjoy! - Nicki
Francie sat on the over sized couch, completely content as she watched her and Sydney's favorite movie "Casablanca." Francie constantly gave a glance over at the phone. 'She should have been home 2 hours ago,' she kept repeating herself, 'maybe she just missed her plane' was her knew excuse this time. She made them just to keep herself sane. To keep her mind from thinking something wrong has happened. 'Sydney is fine. You're just being a dork. Calm down Francie," she reminded herself. The power of it began to fade.
The sudden shrill of the phone ringing made Francie jump. She clutched her chest as her heart nearly jumped out. Francie took a deep breath in and grabbed the phone. Just then Will walked through the door.
"Hey Franc, do you have any-" he said but was interrupted as she quietly shushed him.
"Hello?" she asked into the phone, a slight quiver swept over her voice. The rest few moments seem like a blur. The voice, a deep haunting voice, told her there had been an accident. "She's what?" Francie asked, covering her mouth as a gasp came out. Will saw Francie collapse on the floor as she dropped the phone and quickly ran to her. She constantly screamed, "No, No, No" begging for this moment to be a dream.
"Francie whats wrong?" Will asked kneeling in front of her, rubbing her arms with his hands as she rocked herself back and forth, her face buried in her hands, "Francie tell me what's wrong?"
"Sydney is- Sydney is-" she gasped as she looked at him. She paused for a moment, "gone" she said slightly above a whisper and collapsed in Will's arms, crying uncontrollably now.
"Oh god," he breathed out. Tears welling up in his eyes. Will couldn't imagine what excuse they gave Francie for the reason why Sydney was gone. A mugging in some dark street ally, a car accident, it could be anything. But Will knew the truth. The CIA killed Sydney Bristow. SD-6 killed Sydney Bristow. Tears fell from his eyes as he held Francie tightly in his arms. She was gone, she was gone.
The Funeral happened a week later. It was so small, so tiny. Only a handful of people came. Sydney deserved more than this, she should have a memorial, a huge funeral service with over 1,000 people. The whole nation owed their lives to this women and she gets a small funeral. Francie cried on Will's shoulder. All Will could do was mutter a few sympathetic words. He needed comforting himself. He held back his tears; he just stared at the coffin. Wondering if Sydney's body was actually inside the coffin or if they hadn't found it yet. Will let his eyes stray to Vaughn, he stood off to the side. His face blank and emotionless. Will knew the truth. Vaughn loved Sydney, it was so obvious. Now she was gone, whether she knew or didn't know of his love is unknown to any of them. Except Sydney, but now she is silenced forever.
It was time to give our final good byes. Francie walked up to the coffin and felt it slightly with her fingertips. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She stared at the coffin for a moment, and then lowered her head. Tears falling down onto the coffin. She looked up and left the coffin, not saying a word.
Now it was Will turn. He walked up to the coffin almost as if in slow motion and placed his hands upon it. It felt so cold, so wet underneath his fingertips. Will allowed the rain to soak him, not caring as he looked upon the sad site. He opened his mouth but only one thing came out of his mouth, "Syd," the tears he was suppressing now were springing to life and falling down his face, mixing with the rain. He tried to say something else but found that he had lost his voice. Before he could break down in front of the coffin, in front of everyone there. Will walked away, only to look back once as Vaughn stepped up to the coffin. Will lowered his eyes, and then his head, continuing to walk away.
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