Title: Thanks but it's hard to say
Author: Lisa
Email: lc7685@y...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, any of them *sigh*
Category: Post-Empedocles DRF
Rating: PG just because no XF-anything should ever be
rated G :P hehe
AN: OMG I wrote a fic! Granted it's all of 3 pages but
close enough! Hehe Hope you enjoy it's just something
short but it's sparked something else that I just have
to continue with, so who knows where this may
lead...Lisa.
***
John was staring at Katha through the hospital door,
strapped and seemingly out of it. He couldn't get
close, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't
get near her.
"John."
John turned his head at Monica's voice. A soft but
urgent tone he'd almost forgotten before he'd called
her to Washington not so long ago.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, glancing at her
as she approached. Despite the headache he knew she
should have, she somehow managed a smile.
"I'm on my way home, but I wanted to see..." Her eyes
drifted with his to the woman restrained on the bed in
front of them. After a moment of silence, she added,
"She was holding him, after they pronounced him dead."
"You think it's in her?" John asked, remembering back
to what Mulder had said. Most people could stifle that
urge to kill. Katha had wanted to kill Monica, the
difference being that she had tried. He glanced back
at Monica, who was watching him silently. She didn't
need to answer.
After a moment, Monica's brow furrowed as though time
had passed too slowly, and she glanced back at Katha.
"Thankyou John."
"You don't have to-" Monetarily she looked at him,
taking a deep breath.
"I want to. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't come in
when you did."
"Well I'm glad I did. And I was only returning the
favour." They locked eyes for only a moment before
Monica glanced away, focussing back on Katha and
changing the topic, not for the first time afraid of
what she saw in his eyes.
"I wish there was more we could do for her daughter."
"You really think you...these visions...were meant to
save her?" Slowly, Monica shook her head.
"I hope they were meant to save someone. If not, I
can't see the point."
"Mon."
"Yes John?"
"They got you on any medication?" Monica almost
laughed.
"I'm not that spaced out, am I?" John covered quickly,
not seeing the glint of humour in her eye.
"No, no, course not I was just... Do you need a lift
home?" Monica's smile softened at his oversight.
"Home?" she asked.
"You know, to-" John seemed to realise what he was
saying and glanced over at her as she bit her bottom
lip. "New Orleans." He had to finish. What else was he
going to say?
"That's very kind of you to offer John, but a ride to
my motel would be fine." John nodded.
"Sure." His eyes guided her to turn around and they
walked towards the exit.
*
"John," Monica acknowledged as he led her to the door
of her motel room.
"Monica." He hesitated. "You gonna be right tomorrow
for a ride?"
"A ride?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"You know, to the airport. Home," he managed a small
smile.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Yeah, I'll get a cab."
"You haven't lost your memory right?"
"No I'm good. Just...being here but being so involved
still in work, it kind of feels..." She drifted off
and John waited expectantly for her to finish.
"Feels..." he had to urge. He saw her frown in
thought, not for the first time that night and fought
off the desire to smile at her. There were too many
other thoughts running through his head. Katha, evil,
Jeb, evil, Katha, evil, Luke, Jeb, Harvey, Luke, evil-
"Mon," he began after a while.
"Yeah."
"With...your theory."
"Yes?"
"It would mean he's dead, wouldn't it? Luke's killer.
Cos it passed on... They all die, don't they?"
"Maybe he is. Maybe he somehow passed it on..." She
shook her head, as if to clear it. "I'm sorry John, I
can't think straight."
"No, course not um, if you need anything, just call
okay? I mean it. If your head..."
"I will." John was about to bid her farewell when she
unexpectedly reached up and rested the backs of her
fingers against his cheek. "It's good being here John.
What I meant to say before was that...it kind of feels
good." John nodded as she withdrew her hand.
"Goodnight Monica. Have a safe trip back." Monica
nodded.
"See you," she replied, but he didn't move away. "What
is it John?"
"You're gonna think I'm crazy-"
"I won't," she replied earnestly. Of course she
wouldn't.
"If something bad happens here. With Mulder and
Scully-"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. If something does, you're not gonna be tied
up in New Orleans are you?"
"Tied up?"
"Well...I got a, it's just that, if I needed to call
you in-"
"Are you asking me to be your backup partner?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be there, just call." He nodded, satisfied, and
went to turn. "But John."
"Yeah?" Monica frowned.
"I really hope you don't have to."
"So do I, but I'll call anyways." Monica smiled again.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Goodnight."
"Night."
This time, he did leave.
***
Author: Lisa
Email: lc7685@y...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, any of them *sigh*
Category: Post-Empedocles DRF
Rating: PG just because no XF-anything should ever be
rated G :P hehe
AN: OMG I wrote a fic! Granted it's all of 3 pages but
close enough! Hehe Hope you enjoy it's just something
short but it's sparked something else that I just have
to continue with, so who knows where this may
lead...Lisa.
***
John was staring at Katha through the hospital door,
strapped and seemingly out of it. He couldn't get
close, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't
get near her.
"John."
John turned his head at Monica's voice. A soft but
urgent tone he'd almost forgotten before he'd called
her to Washington not so long ago.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, glancing at her
as she approached. Despite the headache he knew she
should have, she somehow managed a smile.
"I'm on my way home, but I wanted to see..." Her eyes
drifted with his to the woman restrained on the bed in
front of them. After a moment of silence, she added,
"She was holding him, after they pronounced him dead."
"You think it's in her?" John asked, remembering back
to what Mulder had said. Most people could stifle that
urge to kill. Katha had wanted to kill Monica, the
difference being that she had tried. He glanced back
at Monica, who was watching him silently. She didn't
need to answer.
After a moment, Monica's brow furrowed as though time
had passed too slowly, and she glanced back at Katha.
"Thankyou John."
"You don't have to-" Monetarily she looked at him,
taking a deep breath.
"I want to. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't come in
when you did."
"Well I'm glad I did. And I was only returning the
favour." They locked eyes for only a moment before
Monica glanced away, focussing back on Katha and
changing the topic, not for the first time afraid of
what she saw in his eyes.
"I wish there was more we could do for her daughter."
"You really think you...these visions...were meant to
save her?" Slowly, Monica shook her head.
"I hope they were meant to save someone. If not, I
can't see the point."
"Mon."
"Yes John?"
"They got you on any medication?" Monica almost
laughed.
"I'm not that spaced out, am I?" John covered quickly,
not seeing the glint of humour in her eye.
"No, no, course not I was just... Do you need a lift
home?" Monica's smile softened at his oversight.
"Home?" she asked.
"You know, to-" John seemed to realise what he was
saying and glanced over at her as she bit her bottom
lip. "New Orleans." He had to finish. What else was he
going to say?
"That's very kind of you to offer John, but a ride to
my motel would be fine." John nodded.
"Sure." His eyes guided her to turn around and they
walked towards the exit.
*
"John," Monica acknowledged as he led her to the door
of her motel room.
"Monica." He hesitated. "You gonna be right tomorrow
for a ride?"
"A ride?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"You know, to the airport. Home," he managed a small
smile.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Yeah, I'll get a cab."
"You haven't lost your memory right?"
"No I'm good. Just...being here but being so involved
still in work, it kind of feels..." She drifted off
and John waited expectantly for her to finish.
"Feels..." he had to urge. He saw her frown in
thought, not for the first time that night and fought
off the desire to smile at her. There were too many
other thoughts running through his head. Katha, evil,
Jeb, evil, Katha, evil, Luke, Jeb, Harvey, Luke, evil-
"Mon," he began after a while.
"Yeah."
"With...your theory."
"Yes?"
"It would mean he's dead, wouldn't it? Luke's killer.
Cos it passed on... They all die, don't they?"
"Maybe he is. Maybe he somehow passed it on..." She
shook her head, as if to clear it. "I'm sorry John, I
can't think straight."
"No, course not um, if you need anything, just call
okay? I mean it. If your head..."
"I will." John was about to bid her farewell when she
unexpectedly reached up and rested the backs of her
fingers against his cheek. "It's good being here John.
What I meant to say before was that...it kind of feels
good." John nodded as she withdrew her hand.
"Goodnight Monica. Have a safe trip back." Monica
nodded.
"See you," she replied, but he didn't move away. "What
is it John?"
"You're gonna think I'm crazy-"
"I won't," she replied earnestly. Of course she
wouldn't.
"If something bad happens here. With Mulder and
Scully-"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. If something does, you're not gonna be tied
up in New Orleans are you?"
"Tied up?"
"Well...I got a, it's just that, if I needed to call
you in-"
"Are you asking me to be your backup partner?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be there, just call." He nodded, satisfied, and
went to turn. "But John."
"Yeah?" Monica frowned.
"I really hope you don't have to."
"So do I, but I'll call anyways." Monica smiled again.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Goodnight."
"Night."
This time, he did leave.
***
