A New Beginning
By Iris May
Rating: PG-13 to R
Category: Romance, DRR, Post-Release
Summary: Monica receives a mysterious note after the day at the beach.
Spoilers: Release
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Doggett and Reyes belong to CC and 1013. The song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" is by Savage Garden and so also doesn't belong to me.
Notes: This is my first fanfic so any comments will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter One
Monica switched off the TV and lay back on her bed with a sigh. Nothing but news and boring documentaries. She had attempted to watch a gardening programme but it had simply reminded her about the plants that were wilting back in her Washington apartment due to the lack of water. Even an off-road motel had more channels than this Monica had silently mused. She averted her hazel eyes from the blank TV screen to her plush New York hotel room with its cream walls and posh antique furniture. She had to admit that the bathroom was a hundred times better than the facilities in those ratty motels the Bureau often made her use whenever she and John were working on their cases out of Washington…
"John…" Monica shook her head and looked back at the ceiling in contemplation. They had just spent the day at a beautiful beach where John and Barbara had released Luke's ashes. Monica knew that it had been a hard decision for both of them, but John had also told her that it was something that they needed to do, to finally say goodbye to their son now that they knew the truth of his murder. Monica had been surprised when John had asked her to come with him to the beach, insisting that it should be a private event for him and Barbara and that she had never known Luke when he was alive. John had simply replied back that she was the only one who had never given up on solving Luke's murder besides him and that she deserved to be there when they finally find closure on his death. He had then added, while looking at her with his pleading blue eyes, that he also needed her there to support him as she had done the past nine years.
Monica let her mind drift back to the scene at the beach. It had been a beautiful day. She had watched from the top of the dunes as John and Barbara said goodbye to their beloved son. Barbara had then said a few words to John before she made her way back to her car that was further down the beach.
When John had made his way back up to Monica she had been at a loss on what to say to him. John though had simply seen all of her emotions expressed on her face and had pulled her into a tight embrace. Monica remembered back on how comforting it felt to feel his strong arms tightly wrapped around her and how it had made the world around her simply disappear.
By the time they had pulled out from the embrace the sun was just about to set over the horizon, causing the sparkling blue of the ocean to be swirled with the deep-burnt orange of the sun. John had suggested in the SUV that they stay in New York tonight instead of driving all the way back to Washington. Monica had agreed thinking it would be better to travel back in the morning when they both weren't feeling so tired. However she had been surprised when John had directed her to an expensive hotel instead of their usual cheaper motel and was even more surprised when he asked for two double rooms, insisting to pay for her room too. "It's the least you deserve." he had told her despite her protests. When though she had suggested they go grab something to eat, John had shook his head muttering that he really just wanted to rest until morning before going into his room and quietly shutting the door.
Monica turned on her side on the bed and looked at the full moon outside her window. She had been tempted to knock on his door several times to check up on him but knew that if he wanted time to be alone then she should respect that. Her heart was aching though as all she wanted to do right now was to hold him in her arms and offer him all the love she had for him. Although she knew that today had been an emotional day for John, deep down she had hoped that the closure to Luke's death would finally allow himself to feel love and be loved again. His silence in the SUV to the hotel and his decision to stay in his room on his own tonight though told Monica that he was still coming to terms with saying goodbye to his son and was probably still healing the pain at finally letting him go. Getting into a relationship was probably the furthest thing in his mind.
Monica buried her face in the white pillows. As much as she wanted to let John know her true feelings, she knew that he would have to be the one to make the first move. She knew that he cared deeply for her, he just had to take things one step at a time. Until then she vowed to continue standing by his side, giving him unconditionally all the support and friendship she can offer. For as long as it takes. As strong as her love was for John, their friendship will always come first.
Suddenly Monica heard three loud knocks from the door of her room. Surprised, she got up and made her way across the room to look through the peephole. When she saw no one outside, the agent mode in her started to kick in. Monica put the chain on the door and retrieved her gun from the side table before slowly opening the door to peek out into the hallway.
The whole hallway was deserted, the only sound coming from the lift that was moving between the numerous floors of the building. Monica removed the chain and stepped out, making sure to keep her gun close to her at all times. After making sure that there was indeed no one in the hallway except herself, she relaxed. Thinking it was probably just some stupid tourist kids whose parents where making full use of the bar downstairs instead of controlling their children, she turned back to enter her room.
Just then, she heard a scrunching noise underneath her foot. Looking down she saw a piece of pale blue paper folded in half on the floor in front of her door, her name neatly written on the front in black ink. Monica bent down to pick it up and examined it curiously before carefully unfolding the thin blue paper. Feeling her heart rate increase, she silently read the simple message inside:
Benedicts' Bar
8:00pm
~Don't be late!
Monica looked further down the note to see directions on how to reach the bar from the hotel. Looking closer at the writer's handwriting, she knew without a doubt that it was John who had written the note. She had seen enough of his handwriting on past case reports to recognise his distinctive style anywhere. Puzzled she took one more look up and down the deserted hallway before she walked to John's door and knocked several times on the brown wood. After getting no reply she shrugged, hoping she had something decent to wear in her bag as she returned to her room to get ready.
End of Chapter One
By Iris May
Rating: PG-13 to R
Category: Romance, DRR, Post-Release
Summary: Monica receives a mysterious note after the day at the beach.
Spoilers: Release
Disclaimer: The X-Files, Doggett and Reyes belong to CC and 1013. The song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" is by Savage Garden and so also doesn't belong to me.
Notes: This is my first fanfic so any comments will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter One
Monica switched off the TV and lay back on her bed with a sigh. Nothing but news and boring documentaries. She had attempted to watch a gardening programme but it had simply reminded her about the plants that were wilting back in her Washington apartment due to the lack of water. Even an off-road motel had more channels than this Monica had silently mused. She averted her hazel eyes from the blank TV screen to her plush New York hotel room with its cream walls and posh antique furniture. She had to admit that the bathroom was a hundred times better than the facilities in those ratty motels the Bureau often made her use whenever she and John were working on their cases out of Washington…
"John…" Monica shook her head and looked back at the ceiling in contemplation. They had just spent the day at a beautiful beach where John and Barbara had released Luke's ashes. Monica knew that it had been a hard decision for both of them, but John had also told her that it was something that they needed to do, to finally say goodbye to their son now that they knew the truth of his murder. Monica had been surprised when John had asked her to come with him to the beach, insisting that it should be a private event for him and Barbara and that she had never known Luke when he was alive. John had simply replied back that she was the only one who had never given up on solving Luke's murder besides him and that she deserved to be there when they finally find closure on his death. He had then added, while looking at her with his pleading blue eyes, that he also needed her there to support him as she had done the past nine years.
Monica let her mind drift back to the scene at the beach. It had been a beautiful day. She had watched from the top of the dunes as John and Barbara said goodbye to their beloved son. Barbara had then said a few words to John before she made her way back to her car that was further down the beach.
When John had made his way back up to Monica she had been at a loss on what to say to him. John though had simply seen all of her emotions expressed on her face and had pulled her into a tight embrace. Monica remembered back on how comforting it felt to feel his strong arms tightly wrapped around her and how it had made the world around her simply disappear.
By the time they had pulled out from the embrace the sun was just about to set over the horizon, causing the sparkling blue of the ocean to be swirled with the deep-burnt orange of the sun. John had suggested in the SUV that they stay in New York tonight instead of driving all the way back to Washington. Monica had agreed thinking it would be better to travel back in the morning when they both weren't feeling so tired. However she had been surprised when John had directed her to an expensive hotel instead of their usual cheaper motel and was even more surprised when he asked for two double rooms, insisting to pay for her room too. "It's the least you deserve." he had told her despite her protests. When though she had suggested they go grab something to eat, John had shook his head muttering that he really just wanted to rest until morning before going into his room and quietly shutting the door.
Monica turned on her side on the bed and looked at the full moon outside her window. She had been tempted to knock on his door several times to check up on him but knew that if he wanted time to be alone then she should respect that. Her heart was aching though as all she wanted to do right now was to hold him in her arms and offer him all the love she had for him. Although she knew that today had been an emotional day for John, deep down she had hoped that the closure to Luke's death would finally allow himself to feel love and be loved again. His silence in the SUV to the hotel and his decision to stay in his room on his own tonight though told Monica that he was still coming to terms with saying goodbye to his son and was probably still healing the pain at finally letting him go. Getting into a relationship was probably the furthest thing in his mind.
Monica buried her face in the white pillows. As much as she wanted to let John know her true feelings, she knew that he would have to be the one to make the first move. She knew that he cared deeply for her, he just had to take things one step at a time. Until then she vowed to continue standing by his side, giving him unconditionally all the support and friendship she can offer. For as long as it takes. As strong as her love was for John, their friendship will always come first.
Suddenly Monica heard three loud knocks from the door of her room. Surprised, she got up and made her way across the room to look through the peephole. When she saw no one outside, the agent mode in her started to kick in. Monica put the chain on the door and retrieved her gun from the side table before slowly opening the door to peek out into the hallway.
The whole hallway was deserted, the only sound coming from the lift that was moving between the numerous floors of the building. Monica removed the chain and stepped out, making sure to keep her gun close to her at all times. After making sure that there was indeed no one in the hallway except herself, she relaxed. Thinking it was probably just some stupid tourist kids whose parents where making full use of the bar downstairs instead of controlling their children, she turned back to enter her room.
Just then, she heard a scrunching noise underneath her foot. Looking down she saw a piece of pale blue paper folded in half on the floor in front of her door, her name neatly written on the front in black ink. Monica bent down to pick it up and examined it curiously before carefully unfolding the thin blue paper. Feeling her heart rate increase, she silently read the simple message inside:
Benedicts' Bar
8:00pm
~Don't be late!
Monica looked further down the note to see directions on how to reach the bar from the hotel. Looking closer at the writer's handwriting, she knew without a doubt that it was John who had written the note. She had seen enough of his handwriting on past case reports to recognise his distinctive style anywhere. Puzzled she took one more look up and down the deserted hallway before she walked to John's door and knocked several times on the brown wood. After getting no reply she shrugged, hoping she had something decent to wear in her bag as she returned to her room to get ready.
End of Chapter One
