An Apology and Explanation From the Author

Okay, first off I have to say that I am so so so extremely sorry for the lack if updates on this fic. I tried to come up with ideas but I realised what I'd planned to write would take me forever to do. I have also had loads on lately with summer approaching, so my time has been limited. So with that in mind I've decided to make this a series of short Frank/Stella stories, that will jump around before and after series 6 and may come from different POV's. I hope that people will continue to read and give comments on this new story. Sorry again and thank you so much if you're still interested - Becca :) 3

Here's the sort of prologue to the next story! This part is set during series 6!

Stella had finished debriefing the team with a smile - a complete, genuine smile, the mission had gone exceptionally well, and she had to admit that she was proud. "Well done!" She said for the last time, before disappearing off the screen.
The team looked around at one another.
"Was that- was that a proper smile from Serious Stella?" asked Dan.
"I think I'm in shock!" Aneisha replied dramatically causing Zoe to giggle.
"She's not always been that serious you know, she even used to go out clubbing!" Frank said.
"That's bullshi- I mean, you're kidding!" Dan said.
"Where do spies even go clubbing?" Tom asked, looking up from his game.
"What is clubbing?" Zoe said curiously.
"It's when you go to a club, like a disco, you do some dancing, and most likely drinking. It's usually what 'young adults' do at the weekend", Aneisha explained.
"That sounds great!" Zoe said with enthusiasm.
"Yes well," Frank began, "The Government realised that they had a lot of young people in training and working for the Armed Forces, MI9, and the likes, and there were risks. Many of these young people went to average clubs, where if they became too drunk, or had spiked drinks, they could give out classified information. The government didn't want to ban trainees from going out all together, so they set up clubs specifically for them."
"That's wicked," Dan interjected.
"They're still running, so I imagine you lot will be allowed to go when you're old enough," Frank replied, "The clubs are normally packed with spies, soldiers, scientists, and any other young person who knows things the government don't want out to the public."
"So did you go with Stella?," Aneisha asked with a smirk.
"That's a story for another day," Frank quickly replied, "you lot are free to go, see you tomorrow!"
They turned around and headed for the lift. Once inside Tom shouted back to Frank, "I'll take that as a 'yes' then!" before the doors shut on the laughing team.

So that was the sort of prologue for the next oneshot, if you haven't guessed it shall be set in a badass spy club! I really hope people are enjoying my writing so far, and feedback is always welcome! - Becca :D