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saved by you (pt. 2)

summary: after a failed attempt at saving his marriage, frankie takes the next plane back home to florida. deep in his thoughts and finding himself slowly falling deeper and deeper into the darkness, he meets you.

pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader content warning(s): mentions of a failed marriage, divorce, frankie has low self-esteem, playful flirting, frankie reassures reader!, frankie's POV, no use of y/n. word count: 2.1k a/n: onto chapter 2 and we've got frankie's POV! some background info on frankie and his life in this story and some interactions with reader! i know it's a slow build, but want to establish both frankie and reader and where their minds are at! don't worry though, the triple frontier boys will make an appearance soon ;) hope y'al enjoy! <3 part 1. - part 3. | series masterlist.

He shouldn’t have come to California.

His marriage was over long before she decided to serve him divorce papers and yet, he still decided to go after her—plead with her that things would be better, to give him another chance.

He planned to tell her that he was doing better, that he had his pilot’s license reinstated, that he was sober. He had this entire speech planned, and had imagined this weekend to go differently than the way it ended.

Instead, she had been crying, saying that she just couldn’t handle it anymore—couldn’t handle him anymore. It felt final, especially when she removed her wedding ring and placed it on top of the divorce papers. Frankie had stared at her, brows furrowed, and his own tears trickling down his cheeks.

He felt like a failure. She needed him and he wasn’t there for her. It also didn’t help when she confessed that she had already found someone else. It dug the knife deeper into his heart, reminding him that he was never worth it—that Frankie was destined to be alone.

She asked him to leave, gently rested her hand on his chest and apologized. Frankie wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her that it wasn’t her fault—it was his. Instead, he nodded and gave her what he wanted. He had come here to fight for her, to fight for their relationship because he thought it was what she wanted. He didn’t expect her to have already given up.

But he couldn’t blame her either.

Now, he’s making his way to his flight back home. He scoffs at the word—home. It hadn’t ever felt like it, not even with her, but he tried. Frankie tried. He boards the plane, but one of the flight attendants pulls him aside, tells him that there’s someone whose nerves might ease if he sits next to her. He didn’t want to say yes because he’s already in his own pit of sorrow, but as a pilot, he felt the responsibility to ensure everyone on board was okay—even if he wasn’t piloting the plane directly.

So he agrees with a silent nod and follows her to the seat. Frankie couldn’t help but allow his eyes to immediately soften at the sight of you. To anyone else, you appear to be extremely anxious and afraid of the plane, but for some reason, he can see something else. Something deeper. Something that lingers—like a dark cloud above you.

Frankie sits next to you, sets his bag down and whispers that you should do the same. He glances at you when he sees your hands grip the armrests and he doesn’t hesitate to rest one of his hands over yours. He usually isn’t this forward with strangers, but he feels unusually protective over you.

And he couldn’t help the smile that lines his lips when you ask him if he can hold your hand because when you slide your hand into his, Frankie relaxes. When the plane takes off, he feels your hand squeezing his own and he looks at you. You look scared and he wants nothing more to shield you away from all the fear and terrible things that this world can throw at you.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay,” he says reassuringly.

Frankie has to force himself to look away from you, but the feeling of your hand still in his provides a level of comfort that he’s been seeking for so long. He has to tell himself that you’re a complete stranger, bonding only for a brief plane ride and likely never going to see each other once you both land.

“Thank you,” you finally exhale, but make no move to remove your hand from his or unfasten your seatbelt when the light above you turns off. Frankie sees you gaze at him from the corner of his eye and he undoes his seatbelt with his free hand.

“You want something to drink? To eat? It’s about a five hour flight,” he tells you.

You shake your head and instead just grips his hand tighter. He turns his head to look at you and it’s then that he realizes you just want him next to you. He nods once and keeps a tight hold on your hand. Maybe he can distract you, get your mind off the fact that you’re in a plane and any unsettling fears that you might be thinking of.

“So, you know my name,” Frankie begins. “Is it fair to ask you for yours? You know, considering that we’re holding hands and all,” he smiles.

There’s an innocence that he notices in your features, but he also sees your hesitation. He watches you open your mouth only to close it before finally whispering your name. He catches it briefly before your eyes move back to the window. Frankie reaches over with his free hand and gently shuts it from your view.

“You’re going to make yourself more nervous looking outside,” Frankie reasons with you and he sees you nod before he settles back into his own seat.

A comfortable silence fills the space between the both of you, but Frankie makes no movement to release his hand from your own. He can tell from the tight grip you have on him that you’re not ready to let go and he certainly doesn’t mind.

“Going to Florida for vacation?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Moving there,” you answer simply.

He nods in response, waits for you to continue—to elaborate—but it never comes. Frankie then says, “Well maybe we’ll bump into each other.” He offers a smile and you return one of your own. It makes his heart jump at the sight.

“I don’t know,” you reply. “Florida’s a big place.”

Frankie chuckles. You’re teasing him and it gives him a bit of confidence knowing that you feel just a bit safer with him. “Yeah,” he smiles at you. “Well, if you ever need someone to show you around—”

His gaze never leaves you. Frankie notices the deep breath you let out and the way your features relax just a bit. He knows you’re still anxious, but he feels you slowly becoming a little less scared. Your hand slightly loosens its grip, but you make no movement to release his hand. He smiles at that. It’s been a very long time since he felt like he could make someone feel this safe.

It isn’t until one of the flight attendants comes by to ask you both if you either wanted a drink or some snacks that you're both pulled away from each other's gaze. You shake your head and move your eyes back to your lap. The grip tightens just slightly and Frankie returns it with a gentle squeeze of his own.

“Just two waters,” he answers. “Thank you.”

“I can’t believe I’m holding onto your hand,” you say first, causing him to glance over at you. “I’m sure you’re used to kids being this scared of flying, not some adult…”

Frankie squeezes your hand again, urging you to look at him. When you do, his eyes soften and he leans down just enough to get into your personal space without crossing any boundaries. “We’re all a little bit afraid of something. Yours just happens to be flying.”

“Oh yeah? You’re telling me that you have fears?”

Frankie chuckles, watching the smile slowly line your lips. “I do. I’m afraid of spiders. I just can’t do it.”

Your smile gets larger until you’re letting out a quiet laugh. The dark cloud he noticed earlier still lingers, but there's a ray of sunshine peeking through—almost like it wants to shine through but you’re not letting it. “Spiders?”

“Oh, don’t judge me,” he laughs. “When I served in the military, there was one night where I had woken up and there was a huge ass spider just dangling above me.” Frankie shakes his head, his entire body shivering at the thought. “Jumped up so fast and let out a scream, almost had my entire team thinking we were under attack.”

“Well,” you smile. “You technically were. By a spider. That you could have easily killed, probably.”

He rolls his eyes, but the smile remains. “Point is,” he answers. “You’re not the only one who has fears. We all do. Yours is flying. Mine is spiders.”

“So if a spider was crawling at your feet right now—”

Frankie widens his eyes and moves his gaze immediately to his feet. “Not funny. Here I am, making sure you’re comfortable and here you are, teasing the shit out of me.”

You giggle and it makes him smile. Your hand squeezes his in response and he shakes his head, amused and enjoying every bit of your presence. “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you answer. “Thank you for making me feel a little less alone.”

Frankie just stares at you. He had felt like a failure when he stepped onto this plane, but being seated next to you was a blessing in disguise. At first, he was just doing his duty to ensure you felt safe, but there had been something about you that made him want to ask more, learn more about you. He can still sense your hesitation, but he hopes that he at least helped ease some of your nerves.

When the pilot announces that they are about to land, Frankie notices you stir awake and immediately squeeze his hand. If he’s being honest, he hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. He let you sleep, somehow knowing you needed it. Your eyes open and move to gaze at him—he offers a reassuring smile.

“We made it,” he whispers.

“Well, we have to land safely first then you can say we’ve made it,” you quip back.

Frankie chuckles and nods in agreement. Within minutes, the plane touches down and you grip his hand even tighter—almost like you’re bracing for impact. He squeezes your hand in return and when the plane comes to a stop, he smiles. “See? We made it,” he repeats.

Frankie sees you smile and slowly feels your hand loosen its grip. When he feels you pull your hand from his, the smile on his face drops slightly. He helps you to your feet and stands from his seat to let you out first. You pull on your backpack and begin walking out of the plane and into the airport with Frankie trailing behind you.

He takes a deep breath and catches up to you. “Wait, hey…”

You stop to look up at him. Frankie notices a glimmer of fear in your eyes and he isn’t sure why. “Thanks for helping me through that flight. I’m not sure I would’ve been that calm if it weren’t for you. I’m certain that I wouldn’t have been able to take a nap either.”

Frankie nods and pushes one of his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “It’s no problem. Happy to help. I was—Um, I was wondering if I could get your number. Maybe I can show you around Florida?”

Your eyes widen slightly and you take a step back. The fear now on full display in your features. “I—I don’t have a phone. I’m sorry.” You’re glancing over your shoulder and Frankie tightens his jaw—he crossed a line.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he apologizes, eyes soft as he stares at you. He takes a step back to give you enough space and Frankie isn’t sure why he wants to pull you into his arms instead. You look lost, fragile—almost about to break and he’s not sure if it’s because of him or because of something else. He feels protective over you, but he knows he shouldn’t. The likelihood of seeing you again is unlikely. “Forget I even asked, okay? I’m sorry. I crossed a line.”

You shake your head. “Don’t be,” you reassure him. “I just—I don’t have a phone at the moment. Therefore, no phone number to give.”

Frankie thinks you’re lying, but he just shrugs. “I get it,” he says. “I hope we bump into each other again.”

You nod and smile. “I don’t know. Florida’s a big place,” you repeat.

Frankie chuckles. “Well, if we see each other again, then I guess we can call it fate.”

“Fate?”

He nods. “Yeah, like we’re meant to be in each other’s lives. So until then,” Frankie smiles. “I’ll see you next time.” Carefully, Frankie reaches for your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Take care.”

As he turns to walk away, you call his name and he glances over his shoulder.

“Do you really believe in that? In fate?” You ask.

Frankie shrugs a shoulder and smiles in your direction. “I don’t know, but if we somehow see each other again in this big place of Florida, I might just start believing in it.”

You nod, biting back a smile as you grip the handle of your backpack. “I guess only time will tell,” you answer. “Bye, Frankie.”

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