Set after ep. 4
Characters: Mainly Frank, Sally and Mick
Disclaimer: I don't own London's Burning or ne of the characters
He'll know by now, Shauna will have told him. He knew all along that she
would tell Mick about their little affair but yet he still carried on. He
had convinced himself that he was helping them but now was not too sure. He
was on a self destruct course. It was getting to him, the constant hardman
act. It was like he was a lion trapped in a cage the more he tried to
escape the worse it got.
"Frank you coming for a drink?" Adam asked pulling Frank out of his
"Nah mate I'm just gonna go home" he replied in rather a depressed tone.
"OK see ya tomorrow then."
On the way home frank felt like someone was following him. Normally it
would not bother him but this time he had a feeling of who it was. He
stopped and turned, waiting for this mysterious person to show themselves.
A voice came from the shadows, "So how does it feel to wreck a family? You
"Mick it was a mistake, I.I never meant.." Frank replied, struggling for
"NO you never mean anything do you, you go around stamping on everyone and
messing up their lives." He stepped from the dark to make himself seen,
"Me, I could take it up until now, Sally, I'm pretty sure she can stick up
for herself, but Adam! I can see what your doing to him, why him, of all
people? You know what he has been through lately, why?" His face was red
with anger. Frank's head was dropped in shame.
Mick continued, "What is wrong with you? Did you screw up your own life so
now you can only feel good if everyone else feels as bad as you? Is that
it? IS IT!?"
Frank finally spoke, "I'm..I'm so sorry Mick. I.. I" he couldn't finish his
sentence, tears were making him well up. Mick stood in shock, Frank the
hardman was breaking down in front of him. Before Mick could utter a word
Frank had fled.
The River was his favorite place, always had been, ever since he was a kid.
Just sitting on the ledge and staring in to the water would clear his head
of all the thoughts going through his head. This time all he could think
about was Mick's face, the pain he had put him through. Mick was right, his
life was ruined the day he killed that guy in that pub, so he tried to make
everyone else feel the same way he felt. he was crying, he didn't cry, not
for years. Try as he may he couldn't stop the tears falling.
Unknown to him, another had come to the river to seek solitude, but the
scene unfolding in front of her was unbelievable, Frank crying. She decided
to talk to him. She knew he was not one to open up but he looked like he
needed some one at this moment in time.