tears.html   Title: Tears Have a Meaning 1/1 
Author: Icecat62 
Rating: G 
Genre: Gen 
Category: Romance 
Pairings: FraserFrannie 
Spoilers: None. 
Teaser: Tears mean more than one thing. 

Originally posted to RedSuitsYou in December 2000. 

Standard Disclaimer: due South and it's characters belong to Alliance. I
just use them for fun. Hopefully they will return to their world unharmed
and ready for other people to play with them. 

    Sitting on the sofa, Francesca watched her cousin Anna as she lifted
her daughter from the carrier. Maria, Mrs. Vecchio and several other
Vecchio relatives surrounded them, cooing over the newest addition to the
rapidly growing family. Her chest tightened, the tears threatening to
spill down her cheeks. When would she know what it was like? She had
thought that she would have had a large family by now. When she first
married, her future looked bright and happy. It quickly tailspinned into a
nightmare. Dreams of a family dissolved. Here she was over thirty and
still not with children of her own. She had to sit back and watch everyone
else. It should have been her holding that baby. It should have been her
turn. 
    Feeling eyes on her, she tried to cover up the pain. It was bad enough
that she felt jealous of her cousin, but to have someone catch her feeling
this way was embarrassing. Raising her head, she looked across the room.
Dark eyes met blue. Her shame grew. Fraser had been the one to catch her.
The man that she wanted to share her dreams with saw her desperation. The
shame slammed into her like a large wave. Quickly standing, she made her
way out of the den and up the stairs. 

    Laying on the bed, she stared at the celling, the tears rolling down
her cheeks, leaving the pillow beneath her wet. Her crying was silent.
Francesca wanted to be left alone in her misery. Thank God, everyone was
preoccupied with the baby. No one paid her any attention when she had
rushed from the room. It was fitting. No one ever paid attention to her.
She was poor pathetic Frannie. Who would care if she was even alive? Would
it matter? 
    A light tapping on the bedroom door brought her out of her depressed
musings. Sitting up, she grasped at the box of tissues next to the bed,
swiping at the tears still on her face. "Yes?" The voice on the other side
of the door scared her to death. "Francesca...may I come in?" Her heart
pounded in abject horror. Fraser?! Why was he coming up to her room? It
was bad enough that he caught her feeling so sorry for herself, being
jealous of her cousin and the baby, but to have him come in her room and
see her wallowing in pity? No way! 

    "Go away Frase." Her voice sounded tight and muffled at the same time.
He could hear her tears as surely as he could see them. Tears that were
his fault. Tears that could have been ones of joy if he had the guts
enough to say what he felt. Tears that would never have happened.
Everything was his fault. 
    Resting his forehead against the door, he closed his eyes. He could
walk away. She would eventually come back down to the den and join in the
celebration. She would act like nothing had ever been wrong, but he knew.
He had seen her sorrow as surely as he felt his own. Having to stand back
and watch someone else hold a child. Never getting to know what it was
like. Never experiencing the joy of being a parent. 
    Stealing himself, he turned the knob and pushed the door open, taking
a step into the room he silently closed the door behind him. Francesca
turned her back to him, her voice cracking. "Please...go away." He watched
as her shoulders silently shook. Tears caused by him. 
    Making his way over to her, he stood next to the small huddled figure.
Laying a hand on her shoulder, he knelt down, trying to look into her
face. Hands reached up and covered the tear streak face and the crying
found a voice. Choked sobs erupted from her. His voice was soft as a
caress. "I am so sorry Francesca." 
Reaching out, he pulled her into a tight hug. The sorrow that he felt
finally made it's way to the surface. Tears held back for so long trickled
their way down his cheeks. Small arms wrapped themselves around him. Two
figures huddled together on the floor, holding tightly to one another,
joined in sadness and regret. 

    Francesca was the first one to break away, fingers swiping across her
eyes. "I'm sorry...I feel so...stupid." She hiccupped. A small giggle
escaped her bringing a small smile from Fraser. "No, I'm sorry. This is
all my fault." She sat back on her heals, giving him a confused look. "How
is it your fault?" 
    Talking a deep breath, he took her hands in his, noticing for the
first time how small she was compared to him. Running his fingers over her
skin, he frowned. "If I hadn't been so...frightened of my feelings, if I
could have said what I feel...none of this would have ever happened."
Raising his head, he looked her directly in the eye. Leaning forward, he
placed a gentle kiss on her lips. 
    At first she was shocked, then the elation took over the sorrow that
had so recently surrounded her like a shroud. This time they held one
another in an impassioned embrace, letting the kiss deepen. Pulling away
from her, he wiped the remaining wetness from her cheeks. "No more tears
Francesca." 
    Standing he pulled her up, hugging her protectively. No more tears of
sorrow. No more standing back and watching the world go by. They could
begin making their own world together. Their own family. No more tears of
sorrow, only those of joy would be permitted to run down her cheeks. 
    Taking Francesca by the hand, they walked down the stairs and back
into the den to stand in a corner of the room. Eyes followed their
movements, noting the clasped hands, the closeness of the pair. Ray
lowered his head and smiled. Staring at the baby, he made a silent wish.
Hoping that the two people that he cared the most about in his life had
finally found what they were looking for.