Author's Note: I'm really sorry I've been away, but my Grandfather got admitted to the hospital, because of his heart. He's out now, but I've spent the nights at the hospital. I had a lot of time on my hand to write this chapter. But it's not that great. While we were trying to hurry – my mom being at work – my Grangran wrecked us! I ended up getting out on the ice, falling, chipping a tooth, & almost all parts of my body are black & blue. So. I'm extremely sore. It was yesterday morning. It's a terribly long story & you'd never understand. So. I'm getting straight to the point with this chapter. I hope you all like, because I've worked like hell to get it here. By the way, there's a poll in my profile – it badly needs to be answered(:

Fran's eyes focused on her mother, praying that it would just be a nightmare and she'd wake up soon enough. But she knew this was reality and she couldn't stop her from taking her away, back to the old life that she loathed. She would go back, have the same repulsive life that she had before – the only thing normal would be that Val would always be there for her. She'd be there to back Fran up, help her when her mother and father were too far gone to see that she was still a person, she'd be there when Danny got a little too graphic for her liking. Val would always be there for her when things got rough, so. Why had she left her out on her own to suffer from the rest of the girls who wanted to be just like them.?

"C.C., call Maxwell, please?" All the while, reaching for the cell phone in her back pocket. She knew that one simple click and Freida would know what was gong on, but she wouldn't bring herself to do – fearing of the possibilities that Sylvia would hurt her aunt, "I'll have my things packed soon. Meet you down in the lobby?"

"Sure, darling." Sylvia wore the fake smile that she was so prone to do. "Don't take long, we have an early flight."

As her mother walked away, she couldn't think of how she'd got the money to show up in England. But somehow, that was the least of her worries. Fran was going home and nobody had figured out a plan. She couldn't bring herself to the shocked ridden C.C. that stood in front of her pacing. Not even she had enough time to throw in a plan. The had all thought that somehow, time would be managed correctly. But each were stood in the wrong place. If Fran would have just talked to Max, instead of ignoring him, she wouldn't be in this position. She'd be at his dorm, or they'd be eating. He'd probably called Sylvia himself. But that wasn't possible as they had only been fighting a day, and it would have taken her mother hours to revive to London after the rambunctious flight.

"Fran, I'm so sorry," she didn't offer to hug, but she offered condolences – like always. "Max said he'd be here soon, not to worry."

"Not to worry! C.C. I have to leave. This isn't an option anymore."

Fran cried as she packed her bags. She had more than she thought as she rummaged through her dresser and closet. She held everything in front of her, folding it neatly. Fran was trying to buy time, but she wasn't sure what kind of time she was buying. Was she buying time from her mother getting impatient as she waited on Maxwell? Or was she buying time to save herself from the mean wrath of New York City? Of the two, she wasn't much sure. But she could only hope time would slow and her world wouldn't change. If she could hold off long enough, the plane tickets wouldn't be valid, they'd have to stay an extra night. Being as bitchy as Fran had turned to, it was the only reasonable choice that she had received in her mind.

"Frannie?"

She sat on the bed, her knees brought to her chest. Fran didn't know where she was, she was out in open space. Bringing her back would be a hard task for any of them to do. But, Maxwell had to try before he was left with nothing but the memory of the woman who he wanted nothing but to keep, the nasal of her voice, the hurt and pain from losing her. He wouldn't be able to be strong for them, for C.C., for Niles. It would be hard for either of them to adjust to the feel of not having each other. But as time grew nearer for Fran to go without saying her goodbye, she still couldn't bring herself to talk to the man she had fallen for since the first time he had walked into her dorm.

"C.C., could you give us a moment?"

"Sure, Maxwell. Want me to explain to Niles what's going on?" With a sure nod, C.C. left the room without complications.

Max turned his attention back to the beloved Fran – he hadn't really realized how beautiful she really was, how her charm worked, how his body reacted to her's. But with words still not escaping either of their mouth's, she let tears flow. This love wasn't to last, she had known that from day one, but she never knew the fun would have to end so soon.

"I know things seem bad now, Fran, but they are really not as bad as they seem," being the biggest understatement that it was, he forced himself to cover. "We'll see each other again."

"Oh, really. Like we'll ever drop paths again, Maxwell! Do you honestly think, the minute I walk out that door, we'll ever see each other again?" She rolled her eyes, "even if you were to show up in New York, it's a big city."

Fran stood from her placing on her bed, not bothering to look his way.

"Actually, if you do decide to look for me and do happen to find me, lose me. I don't want to see you again. Don't even bother looking, Maxwell."

"But, Fran-"

"No!" She stood her ground, placing her hands at her sides and her feet downward. "It's been great, but I have to go."

She pulled her things from the floor, wrapping her coat and scarf around herself. Fran had no desire to let Maxwell touch her as she were leaving, let alone look at her. She would melt into his gaze and she wouldn't be able to leave anyway. It was hard enough now to deal with this pain that had been placed upon her, she couldn't leave knowing that there would always be something there. Fran needed for Maxwell to hate her, she tried to tell herself he did, but she knew that he could never hate her, no matter how hard she tried. So, while she walked the corridor of the building, she held her head high – acting as if she could never fall. A simple nod from a few of the other students she had befriended while she were there, but she didn't care about them. Niles and C.C. were all that mattered to her, now they were gone without her goodbye. Maxwell meant nothing to her, or she tried to make herself believe the lie. Fran would and could only focus on one thing – Danny. She knew that since Maxwell was forever gone after she stepped her foot onto the plane, she had to have somewhere to turn to. And Danny would be the best re-bound boy for the job. Fran could only hope that since she had left him without saying goodbye the first time, he could take her back.

As she realized that she was leaving Maxwell without a proper goodbye, she forced herself to stop before she reached her mother. Danny hates her, she hates him. Fran didn't see how she could force herself to be with him again while there was another love that awaited her in another country, thousands of miles from her. She couldn't let Max hate her for the rest of their lives, giving him a proper goodbye would be better than leaving with the way she had. Fran turned, leaving her things laying, she ran back toward her room, running after Max as he left her dorm. After all this thinking and he was getting away now? Fran wasn't giving up just yet. She held her own and continued after him with the high heels that had been placed upon her feet.

"Max! Please wait."

Fran had left her things lying on the floor behind her somewhere. She hadn't cared about anything but the fact that she had hurt Maxwell. If he couldn't forgive her, she didn't know how she could go back to New York in peace. But she would fight to make it through the only life that she had been destined for; the life that's caused her pain, happiness, sickness. Fran couldn't go back without a final goodbye for the man she had been falling in love with. No matter how much her mother had disapproved.

But as Maxwell turned around, she saw how the pain was written across his face.

"Maxwell, I-"

"After I stayed up with your aunt to help you stay here? You've turned me away with just the snap of your finger," he took her hand. "Though I was unsuccessful at keeping you here, I still tried. You have to give me credit for that, right?"

Fran squeezed his hand, reassuring him something was going to happen.

"So, nothing was successful?"

Maxwell shook his head, but Fran let the tears fall freely. Nobody could save her out of the hell she had been placed in. And as her love pulled her in to hold her, it didn't matter. Fran was leaving and nothing could comfort her at that point.

"Fran, your aunt and I went through documents all night. Nothing could be found, but I think she's still trying. I called her on my way over, she's worried."

"You called Freida?" She fell back against the wall, "the last time mom and Freida saw each other, they fought like animals."

Maxwell ran his finger down the side of Fran's face, "I'm sorry."

She looked back toward him, nodding. Fran leaned up to kiss him on the lips one last time before she had to say her goodbye.

"I love you, Maxwell. I'll never forget you. Goodbye."

"We're going to meet them at the airport. Don't worry, this is going to work."

Freida spoke to Maxwell as they rushed over to the place that was causing so much pain to the both of them. He couldn't believe they were trying this, but it was a chance that he was willing to risk. If this could bring back his love, he'd do it, no questions asked.

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

But as Freida knew that it probably wouldn't, she nodded. "Yes."

"Can you believe that Fran's mother would do such a thing?" C.C. lay back into Niles' arms, "that's what domestics do."

"C.C.! Why would you say that?"

She instantly froze, realizing what she had said.

"Fran was suppose to be your friend, she can't help it because she's a domestic. Not everyone can have money like you and Maxwell." Niles turned her to look at him, "I'm a domestic, and if that's how you feel, maybe we shouldn't be together."

As C.C.'s mouth snapped open, she had never meant to hurt Niles. It hadn't been meant to hurt anyone, it was just the thought that popped into her head. Niles and her had always been foolish when it came to joking around, so why did he take so much offense now?

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies. Your big, long tongue will snap out and possibly grab me."

She shook it off, but continued to gaze at him.

"Niles, I – I'm sorry. I really didn't mean what I said," she jolted away from his warmth, "every time I talk to my mother I become this animal. I'm sorry."

He didn't act like he cared what she had to say, like his whole life had been a pity party and nothing mattered, apparently not even to her. For once, Niles actually thought C.C. would care, but obviously she didn't.

Author's Note: So, I'm leaving you with a cliff- hanger, again. But, like before, reviews always matter(: And I can leave this right where it is. Also, I didn't feel like changing the author's note above, I chipped my tooth and done all that damage Friday morning, I had my tooth bonded yesterday, no more chipped tooth. :D But I really do hope you like this chapter. I know it's short, but after the hell I've been through, I've worked hard. Also, I just wanted to point out on the last review I got – this is fan fiction, it's designed to let us do out wonders for the characters we love, it doesn't matter what is going on in the outside world. Eton may be an all boys school, I don't know. I'm not from England. But I wanted to do a teenage fiction and I thought this would be the way to go. So. I'm not being smart this time, but like I said, fan fiction is allowed to be whatever we want it to be. (: I'm doing my own spin, which I'm sure you like to do yours. Although you just left it anonymous, I'm sure you've got an account. But anyway, I have a poll in my profile dying to be answered. Hope you love. Thankies. (: