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
"So is taking me to dinner one of your fantasies that you've accepted?" Monica asked as she took a bite of a prawn cracker.
"No," John laughed. Monica looked hurt but he leant over and whispered, "It was the hugging part." Monica laughed as they leant back.
They continued talking about this and that and eventually got onto the topics of pets. Again.
"I was thinking of getting one, actually," Monica said. "But that was this afternoon while I was feeling useless and unwanted." John smirked as she tweaked her eyebrow coyly. He shook his head, trying not to laugh.
"Well why don't you anyway? What do you want?"
"I was thinking about getting a cat."
"Oh no," John stated. "No way."
"What?"
"See, you wanted to get a cat because you thought I..."
"I thought you didn't like me."
"Honestly Monica that's the silliest-"
"Ah!" Monica exclaimed with her 'don't-go-there-or-I'll-get-peeved' voice.
"Wait, let me finish. The silliest version of what actually happened, but anyway..." He waited for her to back down, and she did. "You're not getting a cat."
"Why not?"
"Because-"
"The truth is," Monica said. "That neither of us could cope with anything but a cat."
"Mulder had fish," John added in. "What about fish?"
"You have to feed them. The thing about cats is that they run away and feed themselves."
"You really were feeling unwanted weren't you?"
"Would I lie?" John pretended to think and she kicked him under the table.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. Monica chuckled, taking a risk and leaving her leg stretched next to his. To her surprise, he didn't back away, smiling at her across the table instead. She smiled back. This whole her being in pain thing must have really scared him into feeling something, not that she was complaining. The look in his eyes was exceptional.
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully after several minutes of comfortable silence. John looked at her but didn't say anything. "John don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I had an idea."
"Okay. I'm all ears."
"Well we both think the other should get a dog, but we both agree we couldn't possibly be responsible for it with our jobs. What if we went halves in one?"
"Would you get the back half?" John asked.
"I'm being serious!" Monica laughed.
"Even if you were - being serious - what about when we both go away. We do work together you know."
"Good point," Monica stated, and went back to the drawing board.
"Great idea though," John added. Monica looked up at him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Hey do you want desert here or can we go down get some gelato?"
"You like gelato?" Monica asked.
"It's all ice cream to me but yeah." Monica smiled, reaching into her pocket for her purse.
"Go you halves?"
"Mon, this is my way of saying sorry-"
"You can pay for the ice cream."
"And at first impression I'd think you were cultured! Gelato."
"Yeah, that." She looked at him expectantly.
"Oh okay." Monica grinned, handing him a couple of notes. He stood and paid and she stood to meet him as they left.
*
"Did I ever tell ya you got a great deal on that place?" John began as they were walking back to Monica's with ice cream - as they'd decided to call it.
"Yep. It's close to everything, isn't it?"
"Really close."
"Well, not 'really' close. But close," Monica insisted.
"Close is close, Mon."
"No it's not," she replied, smirking.
"Yeah it is. There's no difference."
"So would you consider us close?" she asked, stopping to look at him at the corner of her street. He looked back.
"Uh...What kind of close do you mean?"
"See, there's more than one type."
"How many types of close do you think there are?"
"Two," she replied definitely.
"What are they? Last time I checked, you were either close or you weren't."
"You're either not close, you're close, or you're closer. See?" Monica explained. John didn't get it.
"Mmhmm." She laughed.
"Maybe someday you'll see what I mean." John shrugged.
"Okay."
They got to Monica's house and, ice cream finished, were left standing opposite each other.
"Thankyou, John. For tonight. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to. You deserve to be taken out every now and then I reckon. Since this job keeps us moving all the time."
"Yeah," she managed. "Well, thanks. Deserving or not I had a great time." John smiled. "You wanna come up for a coffee? Take the edge off that ice cream?"
"Take the edge off the ice cream, give me a new one?" Monica laughed, but didn't reply, leaving the offer on the table. "Sure, why not," John added after a moment. He followed her up to the door and as she turned the handle reached down and took his hand in hers, opening the door. Woah, John thought, feeling an instant warmth rush through him. She squeezed his hand gently and he held it tightly in return, before she let go, locking her front door behind them.
"Coffee, tea-"
"Ah, you promised coffee."
"Coffee it is." As Monica poured herself a cup of coffee along with John, she knew she wouldn't be getting to sleep for several hours thanks to the caffeine rush this was going to give her. "Milk?" she offered. "You know, seeing as it's actually night time and we probably don't want to be running around like loonies on a high tonight."
"Sure, I'll do it," John replied, walking forward and grabbing the milk out of the fridge. "Oh guess what I discovered?" he began as Monica took her cup in her hands and led him over to the couch. They took a seat.
"What?"
"My neighbour's having an affair with his babysitter!" Monica's mouth opened.
"Do I want to know how you know that?"
"I'll tell you anyway. I saw them making out through the window."
"John!"
"Hey they should've closed their curtains!"
"That's awful- I would never have done that when I was younger! When you say babysitter, do you mean-"
"Maybe seventeen, maybe nineteen."
"Close enough!" Monica insisted. John laughed.
"There you go with the close again! Now is that closer or just close?"
"It's too close."
"Then there's not two different types of close!"
"When it comes to you and me, there is," Monica replied.
"Is there?"
"Yes," Monica calmly explained. "I'd like to think we were close."
"You'd like to think we were? Monica, you're the only damn person I talk to outside work."
"That makes for two of us, excluding Dana of course."
"Even so, that's usually work related."
"Yeah."
"And I haven't been out to eat dinner in a long time either," John admitted. Monica sighed.
"Neither have I. That really was nice of you. Although..."
"What?"
"I don't think you'll be able to beat the drawings."
"I could hear you laughing through the door. Heard you swearing about some menu too-"
"You must've had your ear-"
"I was curious." Monica narrowed her eyes but in a humorous manner.
"Anyway, you'll never beat it. I seriously thought Tommy had been let go- Was half expecting to see a spider thing-"
"Spider thing?"
"Well when I got home, I was watching TV and I caught this program - called Stargate - and there were these...spider things, and when you shot them they just picked back up and kept going. I've seen it before then too... Some Australian/American show. Farscope or something."
"Farscape? Monica, you watch sci-fi-tv?"
"Uh...sometimes," she admitted, smiling. "Anyway, reminded me of them."
"Maybe that's where Tommy got the idea."
"Maybe," she replied. "Anyway, I'm glad your drawing was clean of them."
"I could go draw one on if you like-"
"Don't you dare!" She laughed, grabbing his arm as he went to stand and pulling him back to the couch. John grew serious all of a sudden and watched her carefully.
"You know I never would, I would never want that to happen-"
"It wasn't real, John," Monica reassured him. "You know that. Hey, you signed the report that said that."
"Yeah I know, but your pain was real. I couldn't do anything, I-" Monica reached out and rested a hand along John's arm.
"Trust me, you did plenty! There was no way Leyla was holding me down before you took over and helped me away from the house."
"Yeah, well- It's what I'm paid to do, right?" They stopped and watched each other for several moments. Monica felt a desire to change the subject, and quickly.
*
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
"So is taking me to dinner one of your fantasies that you've accepted?" Monica asked as she took a bite of a prawn cracker.
"No," John laughed. Monica looked hurt but he leant over and whispered, "It was the hugging part." Monica laughed as they leant back.
They continued talking about this and that and eventually got onto the topics of pets. Again.
"I was thinking of getting one, actually," Monica said. "But that was this afternoon while I was feeling useless and unwanted." John smirked as she tweaked her eyebrow coyly. He shook his head, trying not to laugh.
"Well why don't you anyway? What do you want?"
"I was thinking about getting a cat."
"Oh no," John stated. "No way."
"What?"
"See, you wanted to get a cat because you thought I..."
"I thought you didn't like me."
"Honestly Monica that's the silliest-"
"Ah!" Monica exclaimed with her 'don't-go-there-or-I'll-get-peeved' voice.
"Wait, let me finish. The silliest version of what actually happened, but anyway..." He waited for her to back down, and she did. "You're not getting a cat."
"Why not?"
"Because-"
"The truth is," Monica said. "That neither of us could cope with anything but a cat."
"Mulder had fish," John added in. "What about fish?"
"You have to feed them. The thing about cats is that they run away and feed themselves."
"You really were feeling unwanted weren't you?"
"Would I lie?" John pretended to think and she kicked him under the table.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. Monica chuckled, taking a risk and leaving her leg stretched next to his. To her surprise, he didn't back away, smiling at her across the table instead. She smiled back. This whole her being in pain thing must have really scared him into feeling something, not that she was complaining. The look in his eyes was exceptional.
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully after several minutes of comfortable silence. John looked at her but didn't say anything. "John don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I had an idea."
"Okay. I'm all ears."
"Well we both think the other should get a dog, but we both agree we couldn't possibly be responsible for it with our jobs. What if we went halves in one?"
"Would you get the back half?" John asked.
"I'm being serious!" Monica laughed.
"Even if you were - being serious - what about when we both go away. We do work together you know."
"Good point," Monica stated, and went back to the drawing board.
"Great idea though," John added. Monica looked up at him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Hey do you want desert here or can we go down get some gelato?"
"You like gelato?" Monica asked.
"It's all ice cream to me but yeah." Monica smiled, reaching into her pocket for her purse.
"Go you halves?"
"Mon, this is my way of saying sorry-"
"You can pay for the ice cream."
"And at first impression I'd think you were cultured! Gelato."
"Yeah, that." She looked at him expectantly.
"Oh okay." Monica grinned, handing him a couple of notes. He stood and paid and she stood to meet him as they left.
*
"Did I ever tell ya you got a great deal on that place?" John began as they were walking back to Monica's with ice cream - as they'd decided to call it.
"Yep. It's close to everything, isn't it?"
"Really close."
"Well, not 'really' close. But close," Monica insisted.
"Close is close, Mon."
"No it's not," she replied, smirking.
"Yeah it is. There's no difference."
"So would you consider us close?" she asked, stopping to look at him at the corner of her street. He looked back.
"Uh...What kind of close do you mean?"
"See, there's more than one type."
"How many types of close do you think there are?"
"Two," she replied definitely.
"What are they? Last time I checked, you were either close or you weren't."
"You're either not close, you're close, or you're closer. See?" Monica explained. John didn't get it.
"Mmhmm." She laughed.
"Maybe someday you'll see what I mean." John shrugged.
"Okay."
They got to Monica's house and, ice cream finished, were left standing opposite each other.
"Thankyou, John. For tonight. You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to. You deserve to be taken out every now and then I reckon. Since this job keeps us moving all the time."
"Yeah," she managed. "Well, thanks. Deserving or not I had a great time." John smiled. "You wanna come up for a coffee? Take the edge off that ice cream?"
"Take the edge off the ice cream, give me a new one?" Monica laughed, but didn't reply, leaving the offer on the table. "Sure, why not," John added after a moment. He followed her up to the door and as she turned the handle reached down and took his hand in hers, opening the door. Woah, John thought, feeling an instant warmth rush through him. She squeezed his hand gently and he held it tightly in return, before she let go, locking her front door behind them.
"Coffee, tea-"
"Ah, you promised coffee."
"Coffee it is." As Monica poured herself a cup of coffee along with John, she knew she wouldn't be getting to sleep for several hours thanks to the caffeine rush this was going to give her. "Milk?" she offered. "You know, seeing as it's actually night time and we probably don't want to be running around like loonies on a high tonight."
"Sure, I'll do it," John replied, walking forward and grabbing the milk out of the fridge. "Oh guess what I discovered?" he began as Monica took her cup in her hands and led him over to the couch. They took a seat.
"What?"
"My neighbour's having an affair with his babysitter!" Monica's mouth opened.
"Do I want to know how you know that?"
"I'll tell you anyway. I saw them making out through the window."
"John!"
"Hey they should've closed their curtains!"
"That's awful- I would never have done that when I was younger! When you say babysitter, do you mean-"
"Maybe seventeen, maybe nineteen."
"Close enough!" Monica insisted. John laughed.
"There you go with the close again! Now is that closer or just close?"
"It's too close."
"Then there's not two different types of close!"
"When it comes to you and me, there is," Monica replied.
"Is there?"
"Yes," Monica calmly explained. "I'd like to think we were close."
"You'd like to think we were? Monica, you're the only damn person I talk to outside work."
"That makes for two of us, excluding Dana of course."
"Even so, that's usually work related."
"Yeah."
"And I haven't been out to eat dinner in a long time either," John admitted. Monica sighed.
"Neither have I. That really was nice of you. Although..."
"What?"
"I don't think you'll be able to beat the drawings."
"I could hear you laughing through the door. Heard you swearing about some menu too-"
"You must've had your ear-"
"I was curious." Monica narrowed her eyes but in a humorous manner.
"Anyway, you'll never beat it. I seriously thought Tommy had been let go- Was half expecting to see a spider thing-"
"Spider thing?"
"Well when I got home, I was watching TV and I caught this program - called Stargate - and there were these...spider things, and when you shot them they just picked back up and kept going. I've seen it before then too... Some Australian/American show. Farscope or something."
"Farscape? Monica, you watch sci-fi-tv?"
"Uh...sometimes," she admitted, smiling. "Anyway, reminded me of them."
"Maybe that's where Tommy got the idea."
"Maybe," she replied. "Anyway, I'm glad your drawing was clean of them."
"I could go draw one on if you like-"
"Don't you dare!" She laughed, grabbing his arm as he went to stand and pulling him back to the couch. John grew serious all of a sudden and watched her carefully.
"You know I never would, I would never want that to happen-"
"It wasn't real, John," Monica reassured him. "You know that. Hey, you signed the report that said that."
"Yeah I know, but your pain was real. I couldn't do anything, I-" Monica reached out and rested a hand along John's arm.
"Trust me, you did plenty! There was no way Leyla was holding me down before you took over and helped me away from the house."
"Yeah, well- It's what I'm paid to do, right?" They stopped and watched each other for several moments. Monica felt a desire to change the subject, and quickly.
*