Hi guys. I used to write some Monk stories on another fanfiction account, but someone got my password and it's a long story but anyway. I have a new account.
I know the series is long over and blah, blah, blah. But it looks like at least a few people still come to the Monk fanfiction site, so I decided to post this. It's just a short little drabble. It came to me randomly, so I decided to post it. Hope you guys like it.
After one loud crack that echoed throughout the alley, Monk fell sharply to the concrete beneath his feet. He had been shot, protecting Natalie from the bullet of a vengeful shooter. He had fallen to the ground writhing in pain. The bullet was a through and through, but Natalie didn't notice that. All she could think about was how close the bullet was to his heart. Tears ran down Monk's face and Natalie called 911 quickly, biting her lip hard to keep her own sobs silent. She lifted him slightly to rest in her lap so his head wouldn't be lying against the ground. She knew he would appreciate that, even in the midst of his pain. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer.
It had been two hours since Monk had returned home from the hospital and he was in his bedroom, sleeping. Natalie was lying down on his couch, still an emotional wreck. So many things were running through her head. Monk had saved her from a bullet. She knew he cared about her, but she would never expect him to be so selfless. It wasn't like she thought he was a bad person, she just didn't realize he cared that much about her. And in Monk saving Natalie's life, he had almost lost his own. Natalie curled up with one of Monk's throw pillows, crying against it. Her sobs shook her body, and she felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe how close Monk had been to dying. And it was all because of her. Her ex-boyfriend, her problem, her issue to deal with. Monk had gotten caught up in it and almost died. Yes, the ex-boyfriend was on his way to prison now, yes Monk was okay, but Natalie felt terrible. She felt completely at fault.
She got up from the couch and walked to Monk's bedroom, wiping her eyes dry as she went. She peeked inside the room, seeing Monk lying perfectly still on his back, all wrapped in bandages, his skin pale and clammy. She sighed and stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. She watched Monk's chest rise and fall rhythmically. So close. He had been so close to dying. Without him she couldn't imagine...
She suddenly had the urge to touch his bare skin. It wasn't a sexual urge. She wasn't overcome with lust, she just wanted to be close to him. She wanted to touch his skin, to feel the warmth. She wanted to feel the real him, the man deep down, not the poor soul who had been bound by his fear and insecurities for so many years. She wanted to lay her head on his chest and feel his heartbeat, to know he was really truly alive. She just wanted to hold him in her arms and make him feel loved. Because she loved him. After all this time, after all the circumstances leading up to now, she loved him. She had known that for a long time, but of course she couldn't say it. She knew Monk's heart was forever dedicated to Trudy. Natalie wanted to succumb to her love and just hold him close to her forever. But she knew it was impossible.
She leaned in close and kissed Monk's cheek. She held back her tears and whispered almost inaudibly against the soft skin of his face.
"Thank you Adrian."
Natalie stood up and walked out of Monk's bedroom, letting her tears reign free again.