Wouldn't it just be easier if I did this?

Title: In Plain English
Fandom: The X-Files
Characters: John Doggett/Monica Reyes
Prompt: #10 - "hey, when we first met, I thought that time had come for me to die; but now I see, that you had come to bring in here new life" - from "Mono Prix" by Nina Hynes
Word Count: 623
Rating: R, for language
Summary: "At this point, I'd do anything an' everything for that woman."
Author's Notes: DRR implied. Doggett POV. Spoilers for Doggett's past, as usual. Angst?

Yeah. Thought so.

Truth be told, I was pissed when Monica explained her background and how she was planning on going about this case, my SON, for Chrissake. Feelin' evil spirits. Shit. I'd give 'er an evil spirit...

What the fuck were they thinkin', assignin' her to Luke's case? They shoulda known her behavior and her "expertise" was just gonna piss me off. I mean, shit, her background had nothin' to do with Luke, nothin' to do with a pervert takin' a little boy out ridin' his bike.

But I think about the whole thing now, and I can see why Monica was assigned to the case. She's pretty tough mosta the time, but when it comes to cases like this, she's a lot softer than some of the other agents, and that sure made dealin' with the whole situation easier. Granted, it was gonna be hard regardless of who was investigatin', but Monica... she's one helluva woman, I'll give her that. She actually cared about Luke, gave a damn about finding him and bringin' him back to me an' Barb. Now, I'm not sayin' the other cops didn't care, but at the end of the day, it was just another case to them.

It wasn't "just another case" to Monica. Never. She always treated Luke as if he was her own, and in some small way, I guess he belongs to her as much as he's mine and Barb's. Even if we hadn't talked much until I started on the x-files, I guess Monica was mine, too.

That sounds a little sentimental, I know, but I guess she does that to me. I never realized how much I missed her until I saw her again. She just has this way of lightin' up a room when she walks in. Prolly that stupid grin she's always got on her face, like she's the cat who ate the canary. She certainly makes this job a lot easier to deal with.

So, yeah, I feel bad for shuttin' her out and yellin' at her for things that weren't her fault, but I was angry. I know it's no excuse. I feel awful about how I've treated her, especially about her theories. Shit, they got the job done at the end of the day, and that's really the only thing that matters.

But I'll make it up to her. I can promise you that. At this point, I'd do anything an' everything for that woman. I know she'd do the same for me, and she's already given so much for me. She knows I love her, but I still need to tell her. She needs to understand what she's done for me, TO me. I mean, I'm the last person you'd expect to admit I'd give up everything for love, but Monica's the first person you'd expect, and that is precisely why I'm admitting to it. God, the things that woman does to me...

The thing is, she came into my life at a time where I was losing a part of myself. I felt like a part of me died that day we found Luke. But throughout the years after, I've come to realize that she revived parts of me I thought had died, and it's like she created entirely new parts to me, like she's some kind of crazy artist, a sculptor molding me to fit her ideal work of art.

No, that's not what I meant. It's more like Monica picked up the pieces, what was left of me, and put them back together in a completely different way...

Aw, hell, I'm no good with metaphors. I'm a better person because of her, because I love her. And I don't need a metaphor to say that.