With Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom on the television, John and
Dana relaxed on the couch, eating the pizza. William, who had spent the
last hour playing with John, was now asleep on the floor, having worn
himself out. Dana had spread a blanket on top of him, not wanting to
disturb him.
"I've always liked Indiana Jones," Dana said aloud, "he always had spunk."
"Spunk? Since when do educated doctors use the word 'spunk'" John teased.
"Since Indiana Jones came onto the T.V. screen." She took another bite of her pizza, "thanks for being here, John." She looked at him, studying his face. She had never really known how handsome of a man he was, nor had she ever realized how nice it was just to be around him. He was watching the screen, occasionally glancing down at William to make sure he was okay.
John had never had a more relaxing evening in the last five years. It was easy, he realized, just to sit with Dana in her living room, watching classics on television. He realized, with a nagging feeling, that he wanted to do this more often. The idea scared him, but not as much as it had before. He turned to her, surprised to find that she was looking at him, a gaze that he had never seen directed on him.
Gently, he kissed her.
Just as gently, she kissed him back.
= = = = =
Luke pulled up in front of Monica's apartment, whistling a tune to himself as he got out of the car and headed over to the passenger side. Monica had fallen asleep during the ride, and protested slightly as he unbuckled her seat belt.
"Come on, lazy," he chided her, "we're home." She seemed unable to move, and he gently slid his arms under her knees and back and lifted her out of the car. She didn't weigh that much, he thought, using the bottom of his shoe to close the door. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he thought that she would probably smell very nice if she didn't smell like beer and smoke.
He opened her apartment, heading to her bedroom and setting her down on the bed. It was too much to undress her or anything of the such, but he stood there, watching her sleep for a moment.
"Goodbye, Monica. I fear we won't have that much time to get to know each other after all," He said. If he had been alive, he would have very much liked to get to know her more. She was an intriguing person. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "One day, it'll be your turn." He whispered in her ear before leaving the apartment.
= = = = =
"I'd better get going," John began when the film ended, "it's late." He had almost forgotten completely about Luke for most of the evening, and now he felt guilty about it.
"You're right," Dana agreed. He ruffled William's hair as he walked around the sleeping child.
"You know, I'm sorry about the kiss," He said to her, stopping as they reached the front door. He suddenly remembered what Luke had told him. You couldn't change the past, but you could use the knowledge to shape the future. "I know this is very complicated, but I think I'm falling for you, Dana." He had already fallen, he realized, but to say that would be too much. Luke's words had inspired him and he felt a load had been taken off of his shoulders.
"I know." She answered, taking her hand in his. It was too early for her to say anything as emotion-packed as that, too soon after Mulder. But one day it wouldn't be.
One day it would be just fine.
= = = = =
"You're home late," Luke told him. He sat on the same recliner as earlier, his gold tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
"Where have you been?" John asked him, studying his son's tired look.
"Tying up some loose ends for you," Luke answered cryptically. "I know what you did today, Dad. It was brave. And progressive."
"And progressivism is a good thing, I take it?"
"Definitely. FDR would agree with me." Luke stood up, walking over to John so that the two men were only a foot away from each other. "You only needed a few words to guide you, Dad."
"What are you saying-" John stopped. "You're not leaving now, are you?" he had gotten used to his son's presence again. It had been difficult at first, adjusting to this image of his young son as a young man, but now John realized that he would miss Luke very much.
"I have to," Luke told him, "One day we'll be together Dad, but until then, you've got to live on the rest of your life. With Dana." He added with a devilish grin. "Sorry. I couldn't resist." The two men hugged.
= = = = =
John woke up the next morning, sitting in the recliner in his living room. The television was on, blaring loudly with the comical sounds Saturday morning cartoons. He stared at the television, realizing that it was the show that Luke had loved the most when he was a child.
"Luke?" He called out, but the only reply was the sound of silence. It was no longer dull, as it had once been, but it was now a thoughtful silence, filled with the anticipation of events to come.
"Thank you," John said quietly, "thank you for letting me have my son back, at least for a day." He looked up at the ceiling. He wasn't a religious man, not by any standards, but now he felt he had new reason to look up at the sky and express his thanks. He now had hope.
The End
Note: To see the picture of Jude Law the inspired this fan fiction, go here - http://www.geocities.com/flyingvegetable/fanfiction/
"I've always liked Indiana Jones," Dana said aloud, "he always had spunk."
"Spunk? Since when do educated doctors use the word 'spunk'" John teased.
"Since Indiana Jones came onto the T.V. screen." She took another bite of her pizza, "thanks for being here, John." She looked at him, studying his face. She had never really known how handsome of a man he was, nor had she ever realized how nice it was just to be around him. He was watching the screen, occasionally glancing down at William to make sure he was okay.
John had never had a more relaxing evening in the last five years. It was easy, he realized, just to sit with Dana in her living room, watching classics on television. He realized, with a nagging feeling, that he wanted to do this more often. The idea scared him, but not as much as it had before. He turned to her, surprised to find that she was looking at him, a gaze that he had never seen directed on him.
Gently, he kissed her.
Just as gently, she kissed him back.
= = = = =
Luke pulled up in front of Monica's apartment, whistling a tune to himself as he got out of the car and headed over to the passenger side. Monica had fallen asleep during the ride, and protested slightly as he unbuckled her seat belt.
"Come on, lazy," he chided her, "we're home." She seemed unable to move, and he gently slid his arms under her knees and back and lifted her out of the car. She didn't weigh that much, he thought, using the bottom of his shoe to close the door. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he thought that she would probably smell very nice if she didn't smell like beer and smoke.
He opened her apartment, heading to her bedroom and setting her down on the bed. It was too much to undress her or anything of the such, but he stood there, watching her sleep for a moment.
"Goodbye, Monica. I fear we won't have that much time to get to know each other after all," He said. If he had been alive, he would have very much liked to get to know her more. She was an intriguing person. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "One day, it'll be your turn." He whispered in her ear before leaving the apartment.
= = = = =
"I'd better get going," John began when the film ended, "it's late." He had almost forgotten completely about Luke for most of the evening, and now he felt guilty about it.
"You're right," Dana agreed. He ruffled William's hair as he walked around the sleeping child.
"You know, I'm sorry about the kiss," He said to her, stopping as they reached the front door. He suddenly remembered what Luke had told him. You couldn't change the past, but you could use the knowledge to shape the future. "I know this is very complicated, but I think I'm falling for you, Dana." He had already fallen, he realized, but to say that would be too much. Luke's words had inspired him and he felt a load had been taken off of his shoulders.
"I know." She answered, taking her hand in his. It was too early for her to say anything as emotion-packed as that, too soon after Mulder. But one day it wouldn't be.
One day it would be just fine.
= = = = =
"You're home late," Luke told him. He sat on the same recliner as earlier, his gold tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
"Where have you been?" John asked him, studying his son's tired look.
"Tying up some loose ends for you," Luke answered cryptically. "I know what you did today, Dad. It was brave. And progressive."
"And progressivism is a good thing, I take it?"
"Definitely. FDR would agree with me." Luke stood up, walking over to John so that the two men were only a foot away from each other. "You only needed a few words to guide you, Dad."
"What are you saying-" John stopped. "You're not leaving now, are you?" he had gotten used to his son's presence again. It had been difficult at first, adjusting to this image of his young son as a young man, but now John realized that he would miss Luke very much.
"I have to," Luke told him, "One day we'll be together Dad, but until then, you've got to live on the rest of your life. With Dana." He added with a devilish grin. "Sorry. I couldn't resist." The two men hugged.
= = = = =
John woke up the next morning, sitting in the recliner in his living room. The television was on, blaring loudly with the comical sounds Saturday morning cartoons. He stared at the television, realizing that it was the show that Luke had loved the most when he was a child.
"Luke?" He called out, but the only reply was the sound of silence. It was no longer dull, as it had once been, but it was now a thoughtful silence, filled with the anticipation of events to come.
"Thank you," John said quietly, "thank you for letting me have my son back, at least for a day." He looked up at the ceiling. He wasn't a religious man, not by any standards, but now he felt he had new reason to look up at the sky and express his thanks. He now had hope.
The End
Note: To see the picture of Jude Law the inspired this fan fiction, go here - http://www.geocities.com/flyingvegetable/fanfiction/