God Love Her
Summary: 'Seventeen, couldn't wait to see where the rode my lead'
A/N: The DRR stories have been seriously neglected [color me sad] and how can there be no teenage fics of the two of them when there is like 46132154 of MSR. So I am writing this one as a companion to You Belong With Me =D. [thanks to Andreakayy for helping me decide on their activity and Teliko.X3 for telling me to write it :D]
Disclaimer: I do not own them Sam I Am, I don't not own them...fracking damn.
"Wake up baby." John Doggett whispered in his girl friend's ear, Monica Reyes rolled over and opened her eyes slightly, "It's four am. We gotta get you home." John explained and Monica nodded but didn't move, "C'mon, the Rev isn't gonna like it too much if he finds out you was out the whole night with me."
This woke Monica up, she sat up straight, climbing out of John's bed and pulling on her jeans and his football hoodie. John laughed as the lyrics from 'Grease Lightening' flashed through his mind, lazily he pulled on his worn out jeans and old work shirt that had grease stains and was snug from too many rounds in the dryer. "God you take forever." Monica groaned as she was standing at his bedroom door with her shoes already on. John laughed and pulled on his cowboy boots.
"Alright Pretty Lady, let's get you home 'fore your Daddy sics God on me" John slid his coat on and ushered Monica out the door, his mother had taken up a third shift position at the Foundry and his brother just stayed out of the way. He started leading Monica to the garage towards his bike.
"No." She shook her head and pointed to the Blazer that had holes in the floorboard, "It's too loud." Monica explained and John nodded, the two climbed into the Blazer and John cranked the heat up as high as it would go.
"I'm thinkin' 'bout sellin' the bike." John told her as he turned down the pitch black back country road.
"What? NO!" Monica exclaimed, she loved the bike and she loved it most when John let her drive.
"Yeah. I mean we don't use it that often and I could make some money off it."
"And put it towards what?"
"This confounded thing called an education." John told her sarcastically and Monica shot him a look, "Or I could spend it on my amazin' girl friend whom I love very much."
"That's more like it." Monica said as she wrapped the hoodie around her tighter. John used his knees to drive as he pulled off his coat and handed it to Monica and Monica grinned at him through the darkness as she pulled it on. Pulling her knees to her chest on the worn out seat she watched the darkness fly by as the made it to the city. John turned off the high beams and rolled as quietly as possible into the parsonage driveway.
Monica went to slide off the coat but John stopped her, "Keep it." Monica smiled and leaned over, kissing him lightly.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked him softly.
"I'm be waiting right here soon as church is over." John promised her and Monica slipped out of the car and into the darkness. Finding the trellis she climbed into the unlocked window and turned giving John a thumbs up. John laughed quietly, backing out of th driveway and going home.
The next day at eleven fifty-five John Dogget pulled into Cornerstone Methodist Church, turning off the engine he reclined and waited. He heard the church doors open and smiled, climbing out of his truck he saw Monica come sprinting out of the church and into his awaiting arms.
"I missed you." She told him as she clung to his neck.
"I missed you too Pretty Lady." John told her and that was the truth, even though he had seen her not even eight hours before. It was like Monica was this part of him and without her, he wasn't whole.
"John Doggett, missed you in service today." Reverend Reyes said as he approached and Monica moved a few inches from him so her father wouldn't have an anuerysm.
"Yeah. Sorry, Reverend, over slept." John said trying to come up with a lie he hadn't used in a while. He glanced at Monica, who was trying had not to laugh, for some reason her father's inquiries always amused her.
"Right." The Reverend said, "Where are you taking my daughter today?"
"Out for lunch Sir." John said.
"Alright." The Reverend turned to Monica and kissed her forehead, "Home by seven." Monica nodded, but rolled her eyes as her father walked away.
"Home by seven." She mimicked after she climbed into the Blazer.
"Mon.. he just wants you to be safe." John told her and gave her a warm smile.
"I know. God, I feel like Ariel in Footloose." She muttered, resting her head on the window and smiling at John.
"If you're Lori Singer, that makes me Kevin Bacon.... I don't know how I feel about that." John told her.
"Hmm... Ok, I'm Rusty and you're Willard." Monica laughed and turned on the radio.
"Why do I have to be anything!" John sighed and rolled his eyes as Monica found and '80s station and began dancing in her seat.
"Cause I want to see Mulder teach you how to dance." Monica laughed over the music as John pulled into the Dairy Queen parking lot.
"You're in for it Monica Juliette." John said and Monica laughed, jumping out of the car and sprinting across the parking lot, John climbed out and chased her.
"Let's hear it for the boy, yeah let's give the boy a hand, Let's hear it for my baby, you know you gotta understand, maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my lover, one man show." Monica sang as John caught her, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around, "John!" She squealed and giggled when John put her down.
"C'mon Pretty Lady." John took her hand and lead her into the restraunt. Monica grinned, she loved it when John called her 'Pretty Lady', cause she knew that John would never lie to her.
"I want the Chicken Quesidilla." Monica told him and John laughed, he knew that already it was what she ordered everytime they went to Dairy Queen.
"Go grab us a table." John said and Monica headed for the exit, "Not outside it's like twenty degrees out there."
"Well I have you to keep me warm." Monica told him with a grin.
"Not really, you got my Carhart." John teased and Monica snagged the corner booth. John came over a few minutes later, sliding in next to her, dividing their food. John had gotten the chicken strip basket and handed Monica his gravy so she could dunk her onion rings, "That is disgusting."
"I know." Monica laughed, "Hey there is Dana and Mulder." Monica pointed out their friends standing in the Sunday crowd line.
"Guys over here." John hollered and Mulder nodded, grabbing their trays, they walked over, "Sit. This place is too damn crowded."
"Mulder... did you go to mass?" Monica raised her eye brows, realizing Mulder was in dress clothes.
"Shut up." Mulder told her as he grabbed the salt, "Mrs. Scully was afraid my soul is doomed for eternal damnation."
"I think you're soul is hell bound after what I saw when I walked into your room the other day." John laughed, "Or should I say WHO I saw when I walked into your room the other day."
"DUUUDE." Mulder cried and Monica stomped on John's foot when she saw Scully looking sad.
"Hey Dana, guess what? I told John I felt like Ariel, he said he didn't want to be Kevin Bacon, so I told him he was Willard cause I want Mulder to teach him how to dance." Monica said and Dana's face perked up.
"That'd be a miracle cause Mulder can't dance." Scully told her.
"HEY! I got moves you ain't ever seen." Mulder said waving a fry around for effect.
"Oh really? I don't think the horizontal Mambo counts as a dance move." Scully snapped back at him.
"You wound me." Mulder said and placed a hand over his heart.
"You two play nice." Monica told them.
John laughed, he loved days like these and would miss them after graduation. There was something comforting about Sunday lunch with his girlfriend and his two best friends that put him in a good mood for the week. It set the tone for the week, almost unified them, kind of like their own church.
"So where you guys headed?" Mulder asked as they finished up their food.
"Ice Skating. I'm making John take me." Monica said and John's jaw dropped.
"Take pictures." Scully told her and girls shared a hug.
"Where are you guys headed?" Monica asked.
"Scully's house. We have to finish up that stupid Chem project." Mulder grumbled.
"If you would've done your part last week like I did, we wouldn't be stuck giving up our weekend." Scully elbowed him in the ribs as they left the restraunt, "Later guys." They called as they got into Mulder's truck.
"They're gonna get married someday." Monica said firmly as she climbed into the passenger seat of the Blazer.
"You're so sure of that." John told her.
"Yup. Cause I can read people. I'm magical, don't you know?"
"You're something that's for sure." John teased as he turned the key over.
"You keep it up John Jay Doggett and you're gonna be sleepin' alone tonight." Monica warned him, nearly every night since they were fourteen Monica would sneak out and end up at John's and return home in the wee hours of the morning.
"Fine, but ice skating? Really? PLEASE Monica." John begged.
"Fine you can chose. Ice Skating or shopping?" Monica asked, cocking an eye brow.
John swallowed hard, he hated shopping with a passion, but he couldn't ice skate, "Ice Skating." He closed his eyes, this was going to go bad. He knew that Monica could skate and way better than most people he had seen.
"Thank you John! Thank you!" Monica squealed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. John smiled, God help him, he'd do whatever it took to put a smile on Monica's face.
"Alright, buckle up and let's go." John said, pulling out of the lot and heading towards Cleveland, the closest City to their tiny town. It was a good fourty-five minute to an hour drive, but all Jasper Hollow had to offer was a Wal-mart, Scott's and Goodwill, so for movies, shopping and ice skating the teenagers often headed North to Cleveland for the day.
Monica fiddled with the radio as he drove, finally settling on the top 40 station, "Oooh I love this song!" Monica cried out as she turned up We The King's 'Check Yes Juliet'. John sighed, it wasn't exactly his kind of music, but if Monica liked it then he could listen to it. He laughed softly as he heard Monica singing along with it and saw her dancing in her seat. The song reminded John of them, how many times had they almost been caught sneaking out? John knew Reverend Reyes hated him, but Monica was a force to be reckoned with.
"John?" Monica asked looking at him as the song faded out.
"Yeah Baby?" John glanced at her.
"Do you think we'll last?" Monica asked, they had broken up and gotten back together more times than they could count since sixth grade.
"I think so." John took her hand.
"Good. Cause so do I." Monica smiled.
"Well I'll work really hard on making this work, cause I know how you hate to be wrong." John told her with a chuckle and Monica's jaw dropped, pretending to be offended, she dropped his hand, wacking his chest with the back of her hand.
"What are you implying John Jay Doggett?" Monica asked, crossing her arms.
"That my amazing girl friend, may be a little bit of a control freak."
"You know what, just for that, I'm not kissing you for the rest of the day." Monica told him, sticking out her tongue.
"Okay Pretty Lady, whatever you say." John chuckled to himself, knowing that wouldn't last very long.
"Ooh another good song." Monica exclaimed and John laughed as he got off the highway and headed toward the ice skating rink. His palms were sweating and his heart was in his throat as he pulled in to the rink's parking lot, he parked far from the rink, knowing he'd need the time to compose himself. Swallowing hard, he slid out of the cab and walked around to open Monica's door for her.
"Okay, I can't stay mad." Monica kissed him and John kissed her back, he would've by been happy standing there in the cold making out all day, but some Mom in a minivan full of teenagers was getting pissed because they were standing in a parking space. John laughed and pulled Monica by her hand away from the raging 'Mama Bear'. Hand in hand they walked into the rink and John swallowed hard when he saw kids way younger than him doing jumps and things you only saw at the Olympics. Monica raced towards the admittance booth, dragging John along with her. John paid for their entrance and skate rental. They sat on an ice cold bench, trading their shoes for the blades.
"What's taking so long?" Monica whined as she stood up, John was still lacing up his first skate.
"..nothing." John stuttered, as he finally managed to tie it and then grabbed the other one, this couldn't be that hard, could it? He pulled on the other skate, lacing it and standing up. He stood up, taking a step forward and fell from the awkwardness of his feet on blades.
"John?" Monica asked softly as she extended a hand and helped him up.
"I uh, I've never ice skated before." John admitted softly.
"Awe why didn't you tell me?" Monica felt bad.
"Cause you were so happy and I figured I could just fake it, but it's a hell of a lot harder than it looks." John told her and Monica's heart melted.
"Come on, I'll help you." Monica promised, she lead him slowly onto the rink and turned backwards, taking both his hands in hers, she slowly skated, pulling him along with her, "John, you gotta move your feet."
"I.." John couldn't finish his sentence as his feet went out from under him and he slid to the ice, pulling Monica down with him, "Oof." He groaned as Monica's elbows hit his chest.
"You alright?" Monica asked and stood up, holding her hand out to him.
"Maybe I should just watch." John commented as he stood up on shaking legs.
"No! Come On! I'll help you. John, it's just like rollerblading, 'cept you're on ice." Monica told him and John gave her a look, "Ok, so it's a lot slicker and colder, but it's the same concept." John sighed, he couldn't deny her anything. For the next hour and a half, John made it around the rink twice with much help from Monica and hanging onto the railing for dear life.
"We should head home." Monica said as John fell for what seemed like the one thousandth time.
"Yeah, I don't think my ass can take much more of this." John commented as he literally crawled toward the exit. Monica giggled and skated around him, exiting the rink to grab her shoes. When they finished turning in their skates, Monica whined, "John my feet hurt."
John rolled his eyes, knowing what she wanted, "Hop on." John told her and Monica giggled, running towards him, she jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Supporting her knees with his hands, he walked back to the truck, "You hungry pretty lady?" He asked, it was around four thirty so they had a little time to kill before he had to have her home.
"I could eat." Monica said as she slid off John's back and climbed into the Blazer.
"Pizza good?"
"Sounds perfect." Monica said, she was smiling so hard her face hurt.
A/N: To my knowledge, there is no Jasper Hollow, Ohio, so that's where they live. B/C I couldn't curse them to life in my town of Northeastern Indiana.
Thanks again to AndreaKayy, Teliko.X3, they rock my socks.
[and Crazy Lady, aka my mother, who will inevitably end up reading this].