Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the movie "The Bodyguard." I'm simply writing what could have happened. Again, I repeat, the characters belong to the creators of the movie and the screenwriter. This is simply for fun and is purely for entertainment purposes.
I Have Nothing
Chapter 1
A reign of bullets showered over him like a tidal wave coming in for the kill. She screamed, as he pushed her to the slick floor, catching a bullet in his shoulder, feeling it rip through tendons and muscle. Her screams continued, as pandemonium broke out in the theater. He could only focus on Tony's voice screaming from the back.
"Portman! Portman!" His vision was blurred to everything except the cameraman in the back. One shot disabled him, and the second killed him. He fell back, looking up into the frantic, piercing eyes of the woman he'd taken that bullet for.
"Frank! Stay with me. Stay with me, baby," she breathed. She shook uncontrollably, as his eyes closed, and her face was the last thing he saw.
Gasping for breath, he sat up in the hospital bed, the left side of his torso in incredible pain. He didn't cry out though. He was alert and aware now. He was at the hospital. She had ridden all the way there in the ambulance, and then what? He figured Tony had given her a ride home.
Normally, he could take the pain, but now, his body was throbbing, and all he could do was wonder if Rachel was ok. God, what if she'd gotten hurt too, and in the shock, she hadn't known it? It was all of his blood on her, right?
Panic coursed through his veins now, and he peered through the darkness in the room, his hand reaching for the call button to contact the nurse.
"Frank?" A groggy, hoarse voice whispered through the darkness, and his eyes darted throughout the room. Where was she?
"Rachel?"
"I'm here," she whispered, turning on a lamp table. He could see that she'd gotten cleaned up, and she was now wearing a pair of comfortable black pants and a white shirt. She may have washed the blood off, but he could still see it as clear as day in his mind. "God, Frank, you scared the hell out of me." She moved across the room, uncertain step followed by uncertain step. She didn't know if she should be there, but she knew she couldn't leave him, not after he had saved her life and gotten rid of that psychopath for good.
"You're ok?"
"I'm a little shaken up. Physically, I'm fine. Thanks to you."
"I was just doing my job."
"Which I'm grateful for. If you hadn't been there…I might not be here right now." She sighed softly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that tonight, Frank."
"You were upset. You had the right to be angry." She shook her head.
"If I had known…I should have listened." Frank couldn't argue with that, but he didn't want her blaming herself for this. This was part of the job description. He was only glad he'd taken the bullet and spared her. He'd do it again if he had to. "Frank, I want you to know…I'm going to do whatever it takes to make this right."
"You don't have to do anything."
"Yes I do. I'm going to take care of you. It's the least I can do. You nearly died for me, Frank. I thought I was going to lose you." He could hear it in her voice. He knew it wasn't supposed to be this way. He wasn't supposed to get involved with his client, and his client wasn't supposed to get involved with him. But, things had changed.
"I was doing my job. You don't owe me anything."
"I owe you my life," she whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She placed her hand over his heart, and she pursed her lips, smiling a little. "You did a lot more than save my life tonight. You saved Fletcher from losing the only parent he's ever known. You're his hero, you know? Henry drove me home after your surgery so I could get cleaned up, and Fletcher was up. He heard about what happened, and he ran to me, and he hugged me. Then the first thing out of his mouth was "how's Frank?" He wanted to come back with me, but I told him he could see you when you came home.
Frank swallowed hard, taking it all in.
"Rachel, you know where my home is," he said slowly.
"I do," she whispered. "But you shouldn't be alone. Come home with me. I'll take care of you until you're ready to get back to work."
"Rachel, I can't protect you anymore," he said slowly. Rachel looked a little taken aback; a little hurt.
"I'm not talking about working for me, Frank. But the last I knew, you hadn't resigned yet. Are you telling me you quit?" Frank said nothing. He looked away.
"Oh, I see. I see. This is because of that client thing, right? You think you can't protect me because you're emotionally attached? Well, let me tell you this, Farmer, you did what any bodyguard would have done tonight. You saved my life. I wish…I wish you hadn't gotten hurt in the process, but you were there. You were spot on when it came to nailing that son of a bitch."
"Rachel…"
"No. I'm not going to let you lay there and tell me you can't protect me. That's just saying that this bullet was for nothing. No. Look at me, Frank. I want you with me. I trust you with my life. I need you. I'm willing…I'm willing to pay you whatever you want. Just stay with me. Stay with me and Fletcher." She suddenly realized how that sounded. "As our bodyguard…you know?"
"Right," he said, shaking his head.
"I know what's happened between us. That doesn't matter right now, Frank. What matters is that you're the only one I trust to protect me. I'd like to say I don't need protecting, but I guess I learned my lesson on that one." She sighed heavily and chewed the inside of her bottom lip.
"I'm not cut out for show business," he pointed out. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"That's just a fancy way of saying you're not up for another round with me. When I act the way I do…say those things…sometimes I can't help it. I'll try harder, Frank. I promise."
"I believe you. I just don't know how it's going to work. I can't take worrying about you when I know that I'm the only one that's going to protect you. God forbid if anything happened to you or Fletcher…Rachel, I couldn't live with myself." Rachel's heart skipped a beat. She knew what he meant. He couldn't say the words. Neither could she, but she felt it.
"I'm safe with you, Frank. Please, just…think about it." He only gave her a nod, and she leaned down, kissing his lips softly. When she pulled back, she saw the peace in his eyes. "Get some sleep."
"You too."
"I'm not leaving you. It goes both ways. Right now, you're the one that needs protection." She smiled, and he shook his head.
"There's not talking you out of it, is there?"
"No," she replied. "Besides, Tony's right outside the door. We're both safe right now. So go to sleep and don't worry. It's all over, and tomorrow, we can talk about everything else."
It only took a few minutes for Frank to fall back to sleep, grateful that Rachel was there with him. Having her there made him feel safe, and he knew that leaving her would be the hardest thing he would ever have to do.
Author's Note: Please feedback! I know there's little or no fanfiction for "The Bodyguard" out there. I was hoping there would be a section for this story on but since I can't find a place to put in a request, I decided it should go in the Misc. Movies section. If you enjoy it and would like to see me continue the story, please, feel free to let me know! Thank you!