MONICA
I hadn't realized how much I've changed over the last three weeks until now. Think about it; only a month ago, my perks were filing my nails and listening to the radio. I only wore dresses, and I still had the reputation of "Little Miss Perfect". What now?
I work at a prison, I have authority over men (even if they ARE just the prisoners), and I carry a gun. Not to mention, I wear pants, when I never even had to wear a pair of them to work in the yard. Hell, I've never worked in the yard before! Coming from a family where maids are a regular part of the household, I've never had to touch a bit of dust.
I admit; I'm a little uneasy as to what my parents will think once I go back home. If I EVER return to my home. I left, only telling whoever was listening that I would be gone for a couple of days. I'm not ABOUT to come back any time soon. I love it here! I love working with Percy! I love WORKING! I like the fact that I'm earning something on my own, which is hardly enough to pay for hotel expenses. First thing I'm going to do when I get enough money, is move out on my OWN... around here somewhere. I know I could call up my parents and ask them for some cash, but do I dare? What will they say? I shouldn't call. I really shouldn't.
And I won't. I've made up my mind.
For a daddy's girl, I've suddenly grown so unattached...
* * * * * * * * * *
"You look tired," Monica teased, grinning over to Jerry, who was half asleep, propped up on his elbows at his desk. "Hard day of work? Prisoners too much for you?"
"Never," he replied, trying to blink away the sleep. "My night job held me later than usual yesterday, that's all."
"You work two jobs?" Monica asked.
"Sure," he yawned. "It's a bit more work, but hey; makes me some money."
"Jerry?"
"Yeah?" he lifted his head slightly.
"Why don't you go home early?" Monica suggested.
"What?"
"There's only a half hour left of work," she said. "I'll take the prisoners over to the eating hall and lock the doors up."
"No, that's all right," Jerry said.
"It's fine by me," Monica assured him. "I've got everything under control. You should go home and make some time to sleep, you're in no shape to go to ANOTHER job after this the way you are."
"But all by yourself?" Jerry looked doubtful. "Bret left me to make sure-"
"But Bret isn't HERE, is he?" Monica persisted. "He's busy with his meetings, he won't even know you left. I'll take care of everything, promise."
He yawned again and sat back in his chair. "Okay, then. You're right, I guess. I should be more rested... See you tomorrow, all right? I won't need you to do this for me again." Jerry straightened and got up, grabbing his coat.
"Tomorrow," Monica nodded happily, watching Jerry leave the building. "Yes," she sighed to herself. "I can't wait to take a visit to E block in..." she checked the clock. "...twenty four minutes!"
So she waited, every minute passing like an hour. Finally, there was five minutes until she retired for the night, and she had to take the prisoners to the eating hall. Monica led them there safely, came back, turned off the lights and locked the doors.
"Simple, really," she said to herself cheerily as she made her way towards E block. Peering in the tiny window, Monica could see some familiar guards chatting, and Percy was one of them. As she neared the door, she realized that the men hardly looked happy. They seemed more to be arguing.
"Per-er-cy!" Monica called merrily from the door after swinging it open. Her interruption was much relieved by the guards other than Percy, but she just happened to have come in while he had been talking. Shouting. Right.
"WHAT are you doing here?" Percy asked icily, sounding very much as if he had been stopped in the middle of something very important. "You shouldn't be here. Besides, I was busy."
"Ha. You're cute," Monica muttered, rolling her eyes in Percy's direction. "I bet you couldn't go a day without getting mad at something, honestly! Maybe you'll calm down if you could come with me for a minute, so we could talk or something. Is that all right?"
"Of course n-"
"Of course," Paul interrupted Percy, drowning out his voice. "You want to talk with her. Because WE don't want to hear you," he said dangerously.
Percy glared daggers, but Monica lost him his train of thought when she pulled his hat from atop his head and waved it in front of his face.
"Cool down," she said sweetly.
The other guards expected Percy to grab his hat back, or bat Monica's hands away, or at least make a comment or tell her to stop. But he didn't, and if anything, surprisingly, he relaxed his stiff posture. The guards' eyes could have been playing trick on them, though.
"How does she DO that?" Dean whispered in Harry's ear, staring puzzled at what was going on.
"Don't you have to get home?" Percy asked Monica, slightly annoyed.
"If not more, there's no end to me, and I'm not ABOUT to leave with you looking so angry at everything," she answered, plunking Percy's hat back on his head. He gave a flicker of a smile. "There you go," she said proudly, noticing the quick change of his face, even if it didn't last long.
Whispering so he wouldn't have to suffer for the comment later from the other guards, Monica leaned over and said in his ear, "Aren't you-"
(ain't you sweet. Soft; like a girl)
"-just so cute-"
(purty)
"-when you smile! If you did more often, you'd be simply irresistible!"
Monica said this in good humor, pulling away to see if she had gotten Percy to crack another smile, but if he had changed at all after her statement, he was smiling less. At least, she noticed that his eyes had lost their faintly soft glow.
"Percy?"
"Let's go outside," he said quickly, taking her hand and pulling her towards the door, careful to meet nobody's eye. "I suddenly feel like talking after all."
A/N: Ummm... More! More? How about it! :) :) :) :) :)
I hadn't realized how much I've changed over the last three weeks until now. Think about it; only a month ago, my perks were filing my nails and listening to the radio. I only wore dresses, and I still had the reputation of "Little Miss Perfect". What now?
I work at a prison, I have authority over men (even if they ARE just the prisoners), and I carry a gun. Not to mention, I wear pants, when I never even had to wear a pair of them to work in the yard. Hell, I've never worked in the yard before! Coming from a family where maids are a regular part of the household, I've never had to touch a bit of dust.
I admit; I'm a little uneasy as to what my parents will think once I go back home. If I EVER return to my home. I left, only telling whoever was listening that I would be gone for a couple of days. I'm not ABOUT to come back any time soon. I love it here! I love working with Percy! I love WORKING! I like the fact that I'm earning something on my own, which is hardly enough to pay for hotel expenses. First thing I'm going to do when I get enough money, is move out on my OWN... around here somewhere. I know I could call up my parents and ask them for some cash, but do I dare? What will they say? I shouldn't call. I really shouldn't.
And I won't. I've made up my mind.
For a daddy's girl, I've suddenly grown so unattached...
* * * * * * * * * *
"You look tired," Monica teased, grinning over to Jerry, who was half asleep, propped up on his elbows at his desk. "Hard day of work? Prisoners too much for you?"
"Never," he replied, trying to blink away the sleep. "My night job held me later than usual yesterday, that's all."
"You work two jobs?" Monica asked.
"Sure," he yawned. "It's a bit more work, but hey; makes me some money."
"Jerry?"
"Yeah?" he lifted his head slightly.
"Why don't you go home early?" Monica suggested.
"What?"
"There's only a half hour left of work," she said. "I'll take the prisoners over to the eating hall and lock the doors up."
"No, that's all right," Jerry said.
"It's fine by me," Monica assured him. "I've got everything under control. You should go home and make some time to sleep, you're in no shape to go to ANOTHER job after this the way you are."
"But all by yourself?" Jerry looked doubtful. "Bret left me to make sure-"
"But Bret isn't HERE, is he?" Monica persisted. "He's busy with his meetings, he won't even know you left. I'll take care of everything, promise."
He yawned again and sat back in his chair. "Okay, then. You're right, I guess. I should be more rested... See you tomorrow, all right? I won't need you to do this for me again." Jerry straightened and got up, grabbing his coat.
"Tomorrow," Monica nodded happily, watching Jerry leave the building. "Yes," she sighed to herself. "I can't wait to take a visit to E block in..." she checked the clock. "...twenty four minutes!"
So she waited, every minute passing like an hour. Finally, there was five minutes until she retired for the night, and she had to take the prisoners to the eating hall. Monica led them there safely, came back, turned off the lights and locked the doors.
"Simple, really," she said to herself cheerily as she made her way towards E block. Peering in the tiny window, Monica could see some familiar guards chatting, and Percy was one of them. As she neared the door, she realized that the men hardly looked happy. They seemed more to be arguing.
"Per-er-cy!" Monica called merrily from the door after swinging it open. Her interruption was much relieved by the guards other than Percy, but she just happened to have come in while he had been talking. Shouting. Right.
"WHAT are you doing here?" Percy asked icily, sounding very much as if he had been stopped in the middle of something very important. "You shouldn't be here. Besides, I was busy."
"Ha. You're cute," Monica muttered, rolling her eyes in Percy's direction. "I bet you couldn't go a day without getting mad at something, honestly! Maybe you'll calm down if you could come with me for a minute, so we could talk or something. Is that all right?"
"Of course n-"
"Of course," Paul interrupted Percy, drowning out his voice. "You want to talk with her. Because WE don't want to hear you," he said dangerously.
Percy glared daggers, but Monica lost him his train of thought when she pulled his hat from atop his head and waved it in front of his face.
"Cool down," she said sweetly.
The other guards expected Percy to grab his hat back, or bat Monica's hands away, or at least make a comment or tell her to stop. But he didn't, and if anything, surprisingly, he relaxed his stiff posture. The guards' eyes could have been playing trick on them, though.
"How does she DO that?" Dean whispered in Harry's ear, staring puzzled at what was going on.
"Don't you have to get home?" Percy asked Monica, slightly annoyed.
"If not more, there's no end to me, and I'm not ABOUT to leave with you looking so angry at everything," she answered, plunking Percy's hat back on his head. He gave a flicker of a smile. "There you go," she said proudly, noticing the quick change of his face, even if it didn't last long.
Whispering so he wouldn't have to suffer for the comment later from the other guards, Monica leaned over and said in his ear, "Aren't you-"
(ain't you sweet. Soft; like a girl)
"-just so cute-"
(purty)
"-when you smile! If you did more often, you'd be simply irresistible!"
Monica said this in good humor, pulling away to see if she had gotten Percy to crack another smile, but if he had changed at all after her statement, he was smiling less. At least, she noticed that his eyes had lost their faintly soft glow.
"Percy?"
"Let's go outside," he said quickly, taking her hand and pulling her towards the door, careful to meet nobody's eye. "I suddenly feel like talking after all."
A/N: Ummm... More! More? How about it! :) :) :) :) :)