Title: Think about it.
Author: Lisa Email: lc7685@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters, original idea etc. etc. Rating: PG (PG in Australia's probably the equivalent of PG-13) Category: D/R Setting: Post Scary Monsters, but no to only maybe tiny spoilers :) Notes: This is much longer than I intended. I thought it'd be a two pager. Try twenty. Meh :P I got myself drowned in fluff. Ahhhh the goodness! :D Thanks for the feedback! It's always greatly appreciated and is excellent encouragement! I wanted to look at what Monica and John would be like if they took a chance to relax a little and since I'm still getting to know the characters, they may not be as solid as some other fics, but meh, hope you enjoy nonetheless! :D
John was sitting on his chair, staring at the back wall when the door behind him opened, silence following.
"Monica, I-" he started.
"I'm not Monica," Scully stated, walking in and resting several files on her desk. "Last time I checked anyway," she added with a smile. Must be a good day, John thought. It had been a great day, in actual fact, up until an hour or so ago. She still wasn't back.
Scully watched John watching her, and then as his gaze slid from her to the poster. Scully walked to lean against the desk next to John.
"Do you want to believe, John?" she asked.
"That's what I've been sittin' here trying to work out," he replied.
"Where's Monica?"
"I dunno."
"I tried calling her on my way back but I got her voicemail."
"She could be at home."
"Why would she be at home? You know when I left this morning the atmosphere was much less...solemn, and there were two of you. What happened?"
"She wants to believe," John sighed.
"She doesn't have to want to. She already does. What happened?"
"I think, I uh, might've hurt her feelings."
"It's pretty hard to hurt Monica's feelings, John-"
"No, it's much easier than you think." He shook his head. "I'm such a-"
"Don't finish that. There's nothing wrong with you. What happened? She walked out or did you order her out?"
"She walked out."
"Well that's the better of the two. Go on."
"I, I can't tell you. I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"John, just tell me."
"It was about the report. The Conlon one."
"Mm?" Take your time, why don't you John, Scully thought dryly.
"Monica said that if I signed it, then I was accepting what happened, and I realised that I wasn't ready and she said I was and something else and I said I didn't want to be like her or Agent Mulder."
"Whatever made you think you had to be?"
"This is the X Files. Those two are...perfect for it- Didn't you ever feel way out of your depth?"
"All the time at first. After surviving a couple of close encounters I got more confident. This is all this is, John. You're becoming more comfortable with this job. Lately, you've had real X Files to deal with, and since Monica came, you've got a naturally open-minded person's opinion to contend with."
"Taken long enough," John replied, referring to being comfortable in the job. If he could call it that.
"You don't train for this job over a couple of weeks' orientation."
"Yeah, it's just-"
"What?"
"The thing is, I don't believe in...all this. I don't believe in spaceships. Do you?"
"Yes. How can you not believe in spaceships, after that piece-"
"Well...see that's the problem."
"Seeing is believing, Agent Doggett." John sighed, placing his head in his hands.
"I'm gonna go insane sitting here trying to think about it."
"Then don't." He looked up at Scully and she shrugged. "Don't think, just do. Every case. Just call it like you see it. If you come up with an interesting theory just say it. In all honesty, you could blame the next case on poltergeists and Monica would actually consider it, once she'd regained consciousness of course." Scully laughed when she saw John smile. "You solved this case John. You saved lives. Don't think about how you did it, think about why you did it, then it all makes sense."
"I solved this case because I'm boring and unimaginative."
"Now that's not true. I can picture you as a father, John, and you would not be a boring or unimaginative one. In fact I'm sure you weren't."
"Mm."
"So, why'd you do it?"
"What?"
"Why'd you solve this case? Don't think about how, think about why."
"Because he was going to kill us all."
"Why?"
"Because the little kid's evil."
"You believe in evil, John?"
"Absolutely."
"When did that revolution take place?"
"Huh?"
"Well I seem to recall several cases in which Monica thought evil was a pretty important factor, and you dismissed them. Van Allen, Fassel, that demon case from a while back. You gave her hell over them- Did you not believe in evil then or were you too afraid to tell her you did."
"Why would I be afraid to tell her that?"
"Because you weren't ready yet."
"Ready for what?"
"Think about it." Scully checked her watch. "Are you going to sign the report or not, because I have to get it to Skinner so I can pick William up from mum." John turned around in his chair and stared at the piece of paper, a pen in his hand. "It doesn't matter to anyone here what you believe Agent Doggett, as long as you believe in something," Scully urged as John signed the report.
Author: Lisa Email: lc7685@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters, original idea etc. etc. Rating: PG (PG in Australia's probably the equivalent of PG-13) Category: D/R Setting: Post Scary Monsters, but no to only maybe tiny spoilers :) Notes: This is much longer than I intended. I thought it'd be a two pager. Try twenty. Meh :P I got myself drowned in fluff. Ahhhh the goodness! :D Thanks for the feedback! It's always greatly appreciated and is excellent encouragement! I wanted to look at what Monica and John would be like if they took a chance to relax a little and since I'm still getting to know the characters, they may not be as solid as some other fics, but meh, hope you enjoy nonetheless! :D
John was sitting on his chair, staring at the back wall when the door behind him opened, silence following.
"Monica, I-" he started.
"I'm not Monica," Scully stated, walking in and resting several files on her desk. "Last time I checked anyway," she added with a smile. Must be a good day, John thought. It had been a great day, in actual fact, up until an hour or so ago. She still wasn't back.
Scully watched John watching her, and then as his gaze slid from her to the poster. Scully walked to lean against the desk next to John.
"Do you want to believe, John?" she asked.
"That's what I've been sittin' here trying to work out," he replied.
"Where's Monica?"
"I dunno."
"I tried calling her on my way back but I got her voicemail."
"She could be at home."
"Why would she be at home? You know when I left this morning the atmosphere was much less...solemn, and there were two of you. What happened?"
"She wants to believe," John sighed.
"She doesn't have to want to. She already does. What happened?"
"I think, I uh, might've hurt her feelings."
"It's pretty hard to hurt Monica's feelings, John-"
"No, it's much easier than you think." He shook his head. "I'm such a-"
"Don't finish that. There's nothing wrong with you. What happened? She walked out or did you order her out?"
"She walked out."
"Well that's the better of the two. Go on."
"I, I can't tell you. I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"John, just tell me."
"It was about the report. The Conlon one."
"Mm?" Take your time, why don't you John, Scully thought dryly.
"Monica said that if I signed it, then I was accepting what happened, and I realised that I wasn't ready and she said I was and something else and I said I didn't want to be like her or Agent Mulder."
"Whatever made you think you had to be?"
"This is the X Files. Those two are...perfect for it- Didn't you ever feel way out of your depth?"
"All the time at first. After surviving a couple of close encounters I got more confident. This is all this is, John. You're becoming more comfortable with this job. Lately, you've had real X Files to deal with, and since Monica came, you've got a naturally open-minded person's opinion to contend with."
"Taken long enough," John replied, referring to being comfortable in the job. If he could call it that.
"You don't train for this job over a couple of weeks' orientation."
"Yeah, it's just-"
"What?"
"The thing is, I don't believe in...all this. I don't believe in spaceships. Do you?"
"Yes. How can you not believe in spaceships, after that piece-"
"Well...see that's the problem."
"Seeing is believing, Agent Doggett." John sighed, placing his head in his hands.
"I'm gonna go insane sitting here trying to think about it."
"Then don't." He looked up at Scully and she shrugged. "Don't think, just do. Every case. Just call it like you see it. If you come up with an interesting theory just say it. In all honesty, you could blame the next case on poltergeists and Monica would actually consider it, once she'd regained consciousness of course." Scully laughed when she saw John smile. "You solved this case John. You saved lives. Don't think about how you did it, think about why you did it, then it all makes sense."
"I solved this case because I'm boring and unimaginative."
"Now that's not true. I can picture you as a father, John, and you would not be a boring or unimaginative one. In fact I'm sure you weren't."
"Mm."
"So, why'd you do it?"
"What?"
"Why'd you solve this case? Don't think about how, think about why."
"Because he was going to kill us all."
"Why?"
"Because the little kid's evil."
"You believe in evil, John?"
"Absolutely."
"When did that revolution take place?"
"Huh?"
"Well I seem to recall several cases in which Monica thought evil was a pretty important factor, and you dismissed them. Van Allen, Fassel, that demon case from a while back. You gave her hell over them- Did you not believe in evil then or were you too afraid to tell her you did."
"Why would I be afraid to tell her that?"
"Because you weren't ready yet."
"Ready for what?"
"Think about it." Scully checked her watch. "Are you going to sign the report or not, because I have to get it to Skinner so I can pick William up from mum." John turned around in his chair and stared at the piece of paper, a pen in his hand. "It doesn't matter to anyone here what you believe Agent Doggett, as long as you believe in something," Scully urged as John signed the report.