Disclaimer: All characters that you are unfamiliar with (i.e. Viper, Mr.
Woolwich, and anyone else I introduce are mine. Other than that, I own
nothing.
Heather: I'm glad it hooked you so soon. I hope you enjoy.
Sillylittleone: Thank you and I'm glad your a F/N shipper.
Wildxtreme: You eventually will see a ton of Ned/Nancy fight stuff. I have a huge plot worked out for that little situation.
Nikki Kou: There definitely will be romance in the Frank/Nancy department.
Halo_: Joe shows up around chapter three, when he grows to have a important role.
Someone: Thank you for being so enthusiastic about my story. I'm glad you like.
Pitaqueen: I wanted Nancy alone with Frank and Joe because you just don't see it often.
r-r-reviewer: As I said before, but I don't mind repeating this fact, there will be a lot of Frank/Nancy action.
As you can see I am thankful for all of the great reviews.
Here's the next chapter.
Viper-ch2
Frank looked out of the taxi he had grabbed to take him back to the hotel and was startled to see a car pulled over on the side of the road. It was parked at an awkward angle, and even though it was far away, Frank recognized as Nancy's rental.
"Hey could you let me out here?" he asked.
"Sure kid," the cabbie said. " You want me to wait?"
"That's OK," Frank said, handing the driver the money he owed in fare.
He stepped out of the cab and walked over to the car. Upon closer inspection he saw a residue of pink gas inside the car.
Beginning to worry, Frank's pace quickened.
When he reached the car, he looked through the window to see Nancy slumped over the steering wheel.
Not giving a second thought, Frank opened the car door causing the remaining gas to flow in his face. He turned his head and coughed before grabbing Nancy gently and pulling her out of the car.
As she was laid onto the pavement she began to stir. "Shouldn't have hit the brakes," Nancy murmured, shaking her head back and forth.
Frank brushed a stray strand of reddish-blond hair off Nancy's face. "Nancy?" he asked quietly.
Finally her eyelids managed to open revealing confused blue eyes. "What happened?" she questioned.
"There was some sort of gas in your car," Frank explained.
The events came in a rush back to Nancy. "Crap," she muttered starting to sit up. A pounding headache and weakness caused her to put a hand on Frank's arm. "I am such an idiot," she sighed.
"That's still to be debated," Frank said. "Tell me what happened,"
"I was driving back to the hotel when I heard a really annoying ticking noise. I saw some wires connected to the brakes and I traced them to the passenger seat. I moved my wind-breaker and saw a bomb. Then being the idiot I already said I was, I slammed on the brakes, which by the way didn't work. Slamming on the brakes caused knock-out gas to come out of the bomb,"
"If you want the truth I would have done the same thing," Frank responded. The statement was truthful, but he said it mostly as comfort.
"What type of gas did they use?" Nancy groaned. "I feel like crap,"
"I'm going to see what caused the brakes to fail,"
"Something's jammed in the brake-line," Nancy said. "They were too tight for it to be cut,"
(OK, I know nothing about cars so if I'm wrong about names or if something can actually happen, don't yell at me about it)
* * *
Frank walked back to where Nancy was sitting against the rental, with a crumpled paper in his hand. "You were right," he said. "Someone jammed this in your brake-line," Frank paused. "How did you know the brakes were jammed not cut?"
"I took auto-shop instead of home-ec in high-school. Let me see the paper," Nancy answered.
Frank handed, which had acquired slight oil stains, to Nancy, who then unfolded it.
Nancy read the paper and if possible turned paler than before.
"Nancy?" Frank asked. There was no response.
Nancy's hands began to shake as she read the paper over and over.
*flashback*
"Nancy!" Hannah Gruen called. "Your sandwich is ready,"
The housekeeper turned back to the sink to wash her hands.
"H-Hannah," a shaky voice stated from behind her.
Bar of soap in hand, Hannah turned around. The soap clattered to the floor.
A 11-year-old Nancy stood with a knife being held to her throat by a young Asian woman.
"Mrs. Gruen," the woman began. "Would you be so kind as to inform Nancy's darling daddy that she's going on a little trip?"
Hannah looked at Nancy, who was obviously trying to be strong and not cry.
Afraid that Nancy would get hurt, Hannah simply nodded.
"Hannah! Get help!" Nancy shouted.
"Shut up!" the woman shouted making the knife go tighter on Nancy's neck.
"I won't you witch!" Nancy shot back, stomping on the woman's foot. She twisted away, but as she was doing so, the knife skidded across her throat.
"You little brat!" the woman growled grabbing Nancy's arm and yanking her back in front of her.
Nancy continued to fight, ignoring the blood coming out of her neck. She clawed at whatever she could reach of the woman's body.
At the sight of Nancy's blood, Hannah dropped to the floor in a dead faint.
"Hannah!" Nancy screamed.
"When I tell you t shut up, you will shut up!" the woman yelled throwing Nancy into the kitchen counter. Nancy slid to the floor beginning to sob.
*end flashback*
"Nancy?!" Frank's voice sounded panicked. "I'm worried,"
"What?" Nancy asked looking up from the paper.
"What just happened?" Frank questioned putting a hand on Nancy's shaking ones.
"I just," Nancy began. "What if I told you I knew who's behind the thefts?" she quickly changed the subject.
"Nancy what happened?" Frank repeated.
"I was just remembering something," Nancy answered. "The note set it off, I guess,"
"Let me see it," Frank said.
Reluctantly, Nancy handed him the note.
Franks jaw dropped in shock. The note was made with cutout magazine letters. It read, "Revenge is mine"
Heather: I'm glad it hooked you so soon. I hope you enjoy.
Sillylittleone: Thank you and I'm glad your a F/N shipper.
Wildxtreme: You eventually will see a ton of Ned/Nancy fight stuff. I have a huge plot worked out for that little situation.
Nikki Kou: There definitely will be romance in the Frank/Nancy department.
Halo_: Joe shows up around chapter three, when he grows to have a important role.
Someone: Thank you for being so enthusiastic about my story. I'm glad you like.
Pitaqueen: I wanted Nancy alone with Frank and Joe because you just don't see it often.
r-r-reviewer: As I said before, but I don't mind repeating this fact, there will be a lot of Frank/Nancy action.
As you can see I am thankful for all of the great reviews.
Here's the next chapter.
Viper-ch2
Frank looked out of the taxi he had grabbed to take him back to the hotel and was startled to see a car pulled over on the side of the road. It was parked at an awkward angle, and even though it was far away, Frank recognized as Nancy's rental.
"Hey could you let me out here?" he asked.
"Sure kid," the cabbie said. " You want me to wait?"
"That's OK," Frank said, handing the driver the money he owed in fare.
He stepped out of the cab and walked over to the car. Upon closer inspection he saw a residue of pink gas inside the car.
Beginning to worry, Frank's pace quickened.
When he reached the car, he looked through the window to see Nancy slumped over the steering wheel.
Not giving a second thought, Frank opened the car door causing the remaining gas to flow in his face. He turned his head and coughed before grabbing Nancy gently and pulling her out of the car.
As she was laid onto the pavement she began to stir. "Shouldn't have hit the brakes," Nancy murmured, shaking her head back and forth.
Frank brushed a stray strand of reddish-blond hair off Nancy's face. "Nancy?" he asked quietly.
Finally her eyelids managed to open revealing confused blue eyes. "What happened?" she questioned.
"There was some sort of gas in your car," Frank explained.
The events came in a rush back to Nancy. "Crap," she muttered starting to sit up. A pounding headache and weakness caused her to put a hand on Frank's arm. "I am such an idiot," she sighed.
"That's still to be debated," Frank said. "Tell me what happened,"
"I was driving back to the hotel when I heard a really annoying ticking noise. I saw some wires connected to the brakes and I traced them to the passenger seat. I moved my wind-breaker and saw a bomb. Then being the idiot I already said I was, I slammed on the brakes, which by the way didn't work. Slamming on the brakes caused knock-out gas to come out of the bomb,"
"If you want the truth I would have done the same thing," Frank responded. The statement was truthful, but he said it mostly as comfort.
"What type of gas did they use?" Nancy groaned. "I feel like crap,"
"I'm going to see what caused the brakes to fail,"
"Something's jammed in the brake-line," Nancy said. "They were too tight for it to be cut,"
(OK, I know nothing about cars so if I'm wrong about names or if something can actually happen, don't yell at me about it)
* * *
Frank walked back to where Nancy was sitting against the rental, with a crumpled paper in his hand. "You were right," he said. "Someone jammed this in your brake-line," Frank paused. "How did you know the brakes were jammed not cut?"
"I took auto-shop instead of home-ec in high-school. Let me see the paper," Nancy answered.
Frank handed, which had acquired slight oil stains, to Nancy, who then unfolded it.
Nancy read the paper and if possible turned paler than before.
"Nancy?" Frank asked. There was no response.
Nancy's hands began to shake as she read the paper over and over.
*flashback*
"Nancy!" Hannah Gruen called. "Your sandwich is ready,"
The housekeeper turned back to the sink to wash her hands.
"H-Hannah," a shaky voice stated from behind her.
Bar of soap in hand, Hannah turned around. The soap clattered to the floor.
A 11-year-old Nancy stood with a knife being held to her throat by a young Asian woman.
"Mrs. Gruen," the woman began. "Would you be so kind as to inform Nancy's darling daddy that she's going on a little trip?"
Hannah looked at Nancy, who was obviously trying to be strong and not cry.
Afraid that Nancy would get hurt, Hannah simply nodded.
"Hannah! Get help!" Nancy shouted.
"Shut up!" the woman shouted making the knife go tighter on Nancy's neck.
"I won't you witch!" Nancy shot back, stomping on the woman's foot. She twisted away, but as she was doing so, the knife skidded across her throat.
"You little brat!" the woman growled grabbing Nancy's arm and yanking her back in front of her.
Nancy continued to fight, ignoring the blood coming out of her neck. She clawed at whatever she could reach of the woman's body.
At the sight of Nancy's blood, Hannah dropped to the floor in a dead faint.
"Hannah!" Nancy screamed.
"When I tell you t shut up, you will shut up!" the woman yelled throwing Nancy into the kitchen counter. Nancy slid to the floor beginning to sob.
*end flashback*
"Nancy?!" Frank's voice sounded panicked. "I'm worried,"
"What?" Nancy asked looking up from the paper.
"What just happened?" Frank questioned putting a hand on Nancy's shaking ones.
"I just," Nancy began. "What if I told you I knew who's behind the thefts?" she quickly changed the subject.
"Nancy what happened?" Frank repeated.
"I was just remembering something," Nancy answered. "The note set it off, I guess,"
"Let me see it," Frank said.
Reluctantly, Nancy handed him the note.
Franks jaw dropped in shock. The note was made with cutout magazine letters. It read, "Revenge is mine"