Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Spoilers: The Truth, all of season 9 I guess. Whatever.
A/N: I love Monica and John and I think they served a great purpose on the show. I think you learn more about Mulder and Scully through John and Monica in the last season than you ever did through Mulder and Scully in the first seven. It's all about things between the lines, parsing for subtext, and just letting yourself trust the writers that this was a good way to go. I feel like people don't trust Monica and John's motivations, so I wanted to give just a little bit of insight into that. Here's to lots of Roggett in the third movie!
When I sat down in that pseudo witness chair, I wasn't expecting my temper to get the best of me. I felt fully prepared to not only tell the truth, but to refute the lies that were spinning around the room faster than the fans on the ceiling.
And I was doing just fine, until he mentioned William.
I looked around the room at these men, sitting there, casting judgment where they had no rights. Making assumptions based on nothing more than the desire to save themselves. I felt an anger rise in my chest, one that I had not felt before, and hope to never feel again. I wish nothing but pain and misery on these men and everything they stood for.
From the beginning, Dana and I have had a kind of simple understanding kind of friendship. We don't discuss things because we don't really need to. We've been friends for a short time, but still through things that most people never dream of.
It only holds then, that to attack my friend, belittle her love for her son, and to do it all in front of Mulder while putting him on trial for his life... that was just too much. I snapped.
John was waiting for me outside the door when I was finished.
"Well, I don't think they're going to forget that testimony any time soon," he said as his arms wrapped around my shoulders.
"This is such a farce, John. It's so stupid. We know what's going to happen."
"Monica."
"They're going to kill him, John. We've got to get him out of here."
He just stared at me for a moment. I could tell he agreed, but the rational side of his mind was playing over the consequences of such an action.
"Don't say that so loud, Mon."
I lowered my voice as he led me over to a more private corner of the hallway.
"We have to."
"You can't be serious. Break Mulder out of a maximum security military installation? Do you know what they would do to us?"
"This isn't really about us, John."
"You're right. It's not."
He nodded and reached for my hand. That was all I needed to know that we were on the same page. Breaking him out of here was the only right thing to do. The only right thing for Mulder, for Dana, for William, for the rest of the world. It was the only choice we had. It might be the only true justice they would ever know.
The consequences didn't really matter, as long as the truth lived.