French Connection (2/2)
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fab_fan Title: The French Connection (2/2)
Author: Fab_fan
Fandom: All My Children
Pairing: Bianca/Reese, Bianca/Maggie, Bianca/Frankie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hmm, let's just say everything concerning Bianca before the switch in actresses. That should cover the bases pretty well.
Summary: Oh, the people you meet on a train.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine
A half hour later found Frankie sitting in her train seat, her feet thrown onto the seat beside her. Bianca, having calmed down somewhat, sitting across from her, her children nestled in her lap, still sleeping.
“I just don’t understand. How are you here? How are you alive?” questioned Bianca as she softly stroked the hair on Miranda’s head.
“It’s a really long story, Bianca. And it happened a long time ago.” hedged Frankie, clearly still not used to really talking about herself.
“Frankie,” intoned Bianca, shooting the other woman a look.
Frankie shrugged, adjusting in her seat. Did she really think she could get on a train without having seen Bianca in eight years and not have to talk about what happened? Was she really that lucky? Frankie internally scoffed, when had she ever been lucky? Then she looked over at Bianca and sighed. Once… she had been once.
Running a hand across her face, Frankie took in a deep breath, “Do you remember what happened…with Vanessa?”
Bianca blinked, the memory of Frankie’s dead body flashing in her mind. She nodded, wishing away the horrible feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach that always appeared when she thought about that day.
“Well,” Frankie said looking down at her hands, wringing them together, “she was upset. She was blackmailing me, having me pull a con for her. She said she’d help me if I’d just do this con. Easy, right?”
Bianca watched as Frankie rubbed her face, swinging her legs around to land on the floor. She could see the tension on the agent’s face and instinctively didn’t want to push, but she had to know. She needed to know.
“But…but then I met you.” Sighed Frankie.
“And, man Bianca you were just…you. So damn nice. And…I…I.”
Frankie was clearly fighting with herself, not wanting to talk about this at all, but knowing she had to, if for nothing else, because Bianca wanted her to.
“I…couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to you. I l…lov…I just couldn’t. So I told Vanessa I was out. She got upset. She was so scared I was going to go to the cops. What she didn’t know was…I already had. She was crazy, there was no way I was going to her without some protection. So, I went to the cops and the FBI got involved. The…the shooting actually happened.”
At that Bianca’s eyes widened. What had she said?
Frankie nodded, smiling bitterly, “Yeah, the feds were still trying to figure out what to do with me. They were watching me like a hawk, surveillance and stuff. When that guy came in and shot me, they were there in an instant. Took me to a hospital outside of town. I guess they had been planning something similar and had a cadaver made to look like me, so they used that. Next thing I knew I was in witness protection.” Frankie finished with a shrug, hunched over in her seat.
Bianca just stared at her, taking this all in. There was something that was nagging at her though. Something she couldn’t help but wonder.
“Vanessa died.”
“Yeah, and all the goons I testified against went to jail.”
“You’re not in witness protection anymore.”
“Nope, they let me leave after the last trial.”
“Why…why didn’t you come back?”
At this Frankie seemed to deflate, the air going out of her and she scrunched into herself a little. Looking to the side, she ran a hand through her hair.
“I…uh…didn’t see the point.” she shrugged.
“Didn’t see the point? Frankie, we thought you were dead! And you weren’t. I missed you so much.” Bianca almost yelled in disbelief, her eyes wide and watery.
An air of indifference coated Frankie as she looked up at Bianca before quickly looking back down at her hands, “I didn’t see the point. You were the only person in that town who cared if I was there or not. And, you had moved on. Not to mention you were in love with my sister.”
“Frankie,” sighed Bianca, her face falling.
“No…it’s cool. Whatever, you know. Besides, she was always the better one. I understand. She wasn’t some two-bit con who couldn’t even pull that off. Much better than some street kid. I get it, and I was happy for you.”
Sad eyes watched as Frankie threw herself back into her seat. “The feds offered me a job when I left the program. Said I could put some of my talents to good use. I had nothing better to do, so I said yes.”
Bianca couldn’t believe it. The girl she had loved, who she had missed so much, was back. And she could have been back so much sooner. Frankie knew about her and Maggie. Knew that she had moved on, been with others, had been with her sister. That had to hurt; no matter how tough or indifferent the agent acted, Bianca knew she had been hurt. Because she was going to come back. Frankie was going to come back to her.
“But hey, that’s all old news, ya know. You though, you’re living in Paris. That’s neat.” Frankie brought Bianca out of her musings, deftly trying to change the subject from herself and her past. Bianca noticed this, but let it go, knowing that the discussion must have been really hard on Frankie.
They made small talk, grazing over easy topics. Paris, the weather, music. After a while there was a lull in the conversation, and Bianca ran her left hand through her hair.
“I…uh…heard about that. Congratulations.” said Frankie nodding towards Bianca’s hand.
The other woman brought her hand around, glimpsing at the wedding band found there.
“Thanks.” she replied, swallowing the sudden guilt she felt course through her.
A small smile quickly flashed across Frankie’s face, “I bet you were a beautiful bride. All smiles, dressed in some designer white dress.”
Bianca just nodded with a blush, noticing the faraway look in the agent’s eyes. A small yawn caught her attention, though, and she looked down to see Miranda rub at her eyes before turning in her lap, finding a more comfortable position before falling back asleep. She looked up to see the older woman’s gaze fixed on the two little girls.
“They’re beautiful, Bianca.”
Bianca smiled in thanks. She couldn’t ignore the sad longing in the gaze. She couldn’t ignore the feelings they brought up in her, though she almost wished she could. She opened her mouth to comment, when Frankie straightened in her seat, glancing out the window. “We’re here. Welcome to Paris.” She smiled, standing up and stretching.
Bianca watched as the other woman quickly walked to the luggage area, hauling out the two small pieces. Knowing they would be exiting soon, she turned to her children and gently woke them. Soon they were standing next to Frankie, Miranda holding Bianca’s left hand while she held her other daughter in her right, the child’s head resting against her shoulder.
The door opened and they stepped out, Frankie gently but quickly ushering them through the station, a hand strategically placed on Bianca’s lower back, both pushing her forward and sending heat throughout her body. Before Bianca could blink, they were outside, where two men dressed similar to Frankie were waiting. The shorter of the two walked over to them, introducing himself as Agent Taylor and directing them towards the backseat of the car. Bianca helped Miranda in and then gently set her youngest down next to the toddler, who was already attempting to put her seatbelt on.
She turned to go talk to Frankie, but saw the shorter girl was behind the car, putting the luggage away. Agent Taylor stepped in front of Bianca and firmly insisted she take a seat in the car. When he didn’t move after a few seconds, she gave in with a sigh and sat down, the door immediately shut behind her.
The other agent got in the driver’s seat and started the car. Bianca looked out the window to see Frankie and Agent Taylor shake hands. Then, Taylor walked to the car and got in the passenger seat.
“Wait, what about Frankie?” quickly asked Bianca, turning to look at the two agents in front.
Taylor turned in his seat with a slight pause, most likely caused by the use of ‘Frankie’ as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Agent Stone will not be joining us.”
Hearing this, Bianca whipped her head around to see Frankie standing on the curb, watching them drive away.
Author: Fab_fan
Fandom: All My Children
Pairing: Bianca/Reese, Bianca/Maggie, Bianca/Frankie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hmm, let's just say everything concerning Bianca before the switch in actresses. That should cover the bases pretty well.
Summary: Oh, the people you meet on a train.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine
A half hour later found Frankie sitting in her train seat, her feet thrown onto the seat beside her. Bianca, having calmed down somewhat, sitting across from her, her children nestled in her lap, still sleeping.
“I just don’t understand. How are you here? How are you alive?” questioned Bianca as she softly stroked the hair on Miranda’s head.
“It’s a really long story, Bianca. And it happened a long time ago.” hedged Frankie, clearly still not used to really talking about herself.
“Frankie,” intoned Bianca, shooting the other woman a look.
Frankie shrugged, adjusting in her seat. Did she really think she could get on a train without having seen Bianca in eight years and not have to talk about what happened? Was she really that lucky? Frankie internally scoffed, when had she ever been lucky? Then she looked over at Bianca and sighed. Once… she had been once.
Running a hand across her face, Frankie took in a deep breath, “Do you remember what happened…with Vanessa?”
Bianca blinked, the memory of Frankie’s dead body flashing in her mind. She nodded, wishing away the horrible feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach that always appeared when she thought about that day.
“Well,” Frankie said looking down at her hands, wringing them together, “she was upset. She was blackmailing me, having me pull a con for her. She said she’d help me if I’d just do this con. Easy, right?”
Bianca watched as Frankie rubbed her face, swinging her legs around to land on the floor. She could see the tension on the agent’s face and instinctively didn’t want to push, but she had to know. She needed to know.
“But…but then I met you.” Sighed Frankie.
“And, man Bianca you were just…you. So damn nice. And…I…I.”
Frankie was clearly fighting with herself, not wanting to talk about this at all, but knowing she had to, if for nothing else, because Bianca wanted her to.
“I…couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to you. I l…lov…I just couldn’t. So I told Vanessa I was out. She got upset. She was so scared I was going to go to the cops. What she didn’t know was…I already had. She was crazy, there was no way I was going to her without some protection. So, I went to the cops and the FBI got involved. The…the shooting actually happened.”
At that Bianca’s eyes widened. What had she said?
Frankie nodded, smiling bitterly, “Yeah, the feds were still trying to figure out what to do with me. They were watching me like a hawk, surveillance and stuff. When that guy came in and shot me, they were there in an instant. Took me to a hospital outside of town. I guess they had been planning something similar and had a cadaver made to look like me, so they used that. Next thing I knew I was in witness protection.” Frankie finished with a shrug, hunched over in her seat.
Bianca just stared at her, taking this all in. There was something that was nagging at her though. Something she couldn’t help but wonder.
“Vanessa died.”
“Yeah, and all the goons I testified against went to jail.”
“You’re not in witness protection anymore.”
“Nope, they let me leave after the last trial.”
“Why…why didn’t you come back?”
At this Frankie seemed to deflate, the air going out of her and she scrunched into herself a little. Looking to the side, she ran a hand through her hair.
“I…uh…didn’t see the point.” she shrugged.
“Didn’t see the point? Frankie, we thought you were dead! And you weren’t. I missed you so much.” Bianca almost yelled in disbelief, her eyes wide and watery.
An air of indifference coated Frankie as she looked up at Bianca before quickly looking back down at her hands, “I didn’t see the point. You were the only person in that town who cared if I was there or not. And, you had moved on. Not to mention you were in love with my sister.”
“Frankie,” sighed Bianca, her face falling.
“No…it’s cool. Whatever, you know. Besides, she was always the better one. I understand. She wasn’t some two-bit con who couldn’t even pull that off. Much better than some street kid. I get it, and I was happy for you.”
Sad eyes watched as Frankie threw herself back into her seat. “The feds offered me a job when I left the program. Said I could put some of my talents to good use. I had nothing better to do, so I said yes.”
Bianca couldn’t believe it. The girl she had loved, who she had missed so much, was back. And she could have been back so much sooner. Frankie knew about her and Maggie. Knew that she had moved on, been with others, had been with her sister. That had to hurt; no matter how tough or indifferent the agent acted, Bianca knew she had been hurt. Because she was going to come back. Frankie was going to come back to her.
“But hey, that’s all old news, ya know. You though, you’re living in Paris. That’s neat.” Frankie brought Bianca out of her musings, deftly trying to change the subject from herself and her past. Bianca noticed this, but let it go, knowing that the discussion must have been really hard on Frankie.
They made small talk, grazing over easy topics. Paris, the weather, music. After a while there was a lull in the conversation, and Bianca ran her left hand through her hair.
“I…uh…heard about that. Congratulations.” said Frankie nodding towards Bianca’s hand.
The other woman brought her hand around, glimpsing at the wedding band found there.
“Thanks.” she replied, swallowing the sudden guilt she felt course through her.
A small smile quickly flashed across Frankie’s face, “I bet you were a beautiful bride. All smiles, dressed in some designer white dress.”
Bianca just nodded with a blush, noticing the faraway look in the agent’s eyes. A small yawn caught her attention, though, and she looked down to see Miranda rub at her eyes before turning in her lap, finding a more comfortable position before falling back asleep. She looked up to see the older woman’s gaze fixed on the two little girls.
“They’re beautiful, Bianca.”
Bianca smiled in thanks. She couldn’t ignore the sad longing in the gaze. She couldn’t ignore the feelings they brought up in her, though she almost wished she could. She opened her mouth to comment, when Frankie straightened in her seat, glancing out the window. “We’re here. Welcome to Paris.” She smiled, standing up and stretching.
Bianca watched as the other woman quickly walked to the luggage area, hauling out the two small pieces. Knowing they would be exiting soon, she turned to her children and gently woke them. Soon they were standing next to Frankie, Miranda holding Bianca’s left hand while she held her other daughter in her right, the child’s head resting against her shoulder.
The door opened and they stepped out, Frankie gently but quickly ushering them through the station, a hand strategically placed on Bianca’s lower back, both pushing her forward and sending heat throughout her body. Before Bianca could blink, they were outside, where two men dressed similar to Frankie were waiting. The shorter of the two walked over to them, introducing himself as Agent Taylor and directing them towards the backseat of the car. Bianca helped Miranda in and then gently set her youngest down next to the toddler, who was already attempting to put her seatbelt on.
She turned to go talk to Frankie, but saw the shorter girl was behind the car, putting the luggage away. Agent Taylor stepped in front of Bianca and firmly insisted she take a seat in the car. When he didn’t move after a few seconds, she gave in with a sigh and sat down, the door immediately shut behind her.
The other agent got in the driver’s seat and started the car. Bianca looked out the window to see Frankie and Agent Taylor shake hands. Then, Taylor walked to the car and got in the passenger seat.
“Wait, what about Frankie?” quickly asked Bianca, turning to look at the two agents in front.
Taylor turned in his seat with a slight pause, most likely caused by the use of ‘Frankie’ as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Agent Stone will not be joining us.”
Hearing this, Bianca whipped her head around to see Frankie standing on the curb, watching them drive away.
