CHAPTER FIVE: Hero
I awoke the next morn; my head aching and my pillow covered in blood. I had had another nose bleed. My white pillow was now red, and there was no way to get the stain out. The world was blurry, and the pain in my head increased. I staggered into the bathroom, rubbing my temples and trying not to fall down. I flung open the cupboards for some aspirin, but there was none. My stomach lurched and I vomited into the sink. Coughing up bile was not necessarily my favourite way to wake up. I'd have to go down to the drug store and buy some aspirin, and maybe call John. Yeah... call John.
The phone rang, but I didn't bother to get it; I was too tired. The answering machine picked up: "Hi, this is Monica Reyes. Leave a message after the beep." A familiar harsh but sweet masculine voice said, "Hey. Monica. This is John. I, I'd like to see you and," I picked up the phone.
"Hey!!!" I exclaimed in a girlish squeal.
"Hi, Mon. What's up?" Doggett inquired.
"Well-Maybe we could discuss that over lunch... I've got lots to tell... And so do you, I gather?"
"Yeah. Do you want to meet at McDonalds?"
"NO!"
"Uh huh... So you don't like McDonalds... Skinner told me you did."
"S-S-Skinner?"
"Yeah. I talked to him earlier. What are you so scared of? What the hell happened last night?"
"I'll explain over lunch. How bout that Mexican place?"
"Sure. The place with those burritos that make you shit your pants?"
"Uh. Yeah. That one. Be there in half an hour."
"Okay, see ya." John hung up, and so did I. Maybe I could tell him about Skinner. About how he kissed me... and how he's cheating. Scully needed to know.
In slightly under an hour, I arrived at the restaurant. John sat at a table, sipping his water and doodling on a napkin. He looked up at me, sort of in sorrow. "Come 'er," he said, motioning for me to sit down, "tell me what's been up lately?"
"Skinner... He invited me to McDonalds..." I shuddered at the thought of what the 'Skin Man' might have done.
"Monica-What did he do?" I could tell my partner was anxious to hear my story.
"He tried to...He kissed me...And I don't like to think of what would've happened if I hadn't left when I did." Tears welled up in my eyes, and John was there to comfort me.
"There, there," was all he managed as we cuddled. He stroked my dark hair, my head nuzzling into his chest. He kissed my head and murmured, "Let's go home."
Before I knew it, I was laying on top of him, naked. It was like my mind suddenly clicked in to what I was doing. The bed slowly rocked, we were panting, sweating, and it was the best sex I'd ever experienced. His muscular arms held my delicate waist, but not in a tight and in control manly man Arnold Swartzanagger way, it was more of a protective grip. John was in heaven right about now, and so was I. I couldn't believe we were expressing our love like this, and all because of Skinner's sick and twisted idea of date rape. It was at that moment that John J. Doggett and I became a full-fledged couple.
Hours after we had finished our little celebration of love, John and I cooked breakfast in the nude and then called Scully (we had learned from our previous experience). We were going to tell her what Skinner was doing behind our friend's back. I sure hoped it wouldn't hurt her too much. She really needed Mulder back; William and her second child would need a father.
Doggett dialed Dana' number. It was so familiar to his fingertips that it took him (I swear) less than a second to dial it. Ring-Ring-Ring-Ri- A muffled yet familiar sound was audible in the room, "Scully!"
"Hey, Scully. Uh, Monica and I were wondering if we could come over. There's something really important we've come across," John replied.
"Okay, great."
"When should we come over?"
"You can head over now if you're ready."
"Okay, Scully. We'll see ya soon." John hung up, and my heart began to race. "What are you so happy about? We're about to tell one of our best friends that her boyfriend's cheating."
"I don't know... I'm just happy we're busting that bastard," I replied, clenching my fist at the thought of that fucked up rapist, I just wanted to take my gun and-
"Monica, calm down," John told me, grasping my shoulder. He knew me too well. I took a deep breath in, held it, and let it out. "Why are you always so tense?"
"I don't know- Sometimes I just have sudden bursts of energy..." I muttered, but John wasn't really listening. He grabbed his coat off the rack, and threw mine to me.
"C'mon. Let's go, Scully awaits," Doggett shouted. I could tell he was excited, and not just because he liked seeing Dana, but because he was severely happy.
We drove down to the too familiar Georgia Street and quickly made our slick way to her door, remembering to knock. "C'mon in!" we heard Scully yell (she sounded slightly stuffed up, not like she had a cold, but more like she'd been crying), and John opened the door to reveal... Nothing. (Except Scully sitting on the sofa and the inside of her apartment.)
She was wearing a white robe that dragged on the floor as she walked over to greet us, and her famous blue silk pajamas. Her face was red and blotchy, like she'd been crying. John was the first to ask, "What's wrong?"
"It's Skinner..." Dana sobbed, "He's left me." More tears fell, and more sobs came out.
Doggett went over to hug her, "It's okay," he crooned. This made me sick. I couldn't stand watching him comfort her like that! I mean, I was Scully's friend, but John was my man! We had slept together, for God's sake! I watched her cry in his arms, clean, green jealousy swept over me like a swiffer sweeper over a dirty floor.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly, "Ah-ah-ah-ahem!" D and S looked up from their little 'hug' and gave me a sour look. "Just because Skinner dumped Scully, doesn't mean you're automatically with her!"
Doggett sighed and shook his head. I could tell he hated what I'd told him. "Monica, you know I love you. Can't you just let me comfort somebody else for a while? We're only friends! You know that better than anybody!"
I went completely red. It was stupid of me to think such jealous things of my John. "I'm gonna go make some tea," I suggested and walked to the kitchen.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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I awoke the next morn; my head aching and my pillow covered in blood. I had had another nose bleed. My white pillow was now red, and there was no way to get the stain out. The world was blurry, and the pain in my head increased. I staggered into the bathroom, rubbing my temples and trying not to fall down. I flung open the cupboards for some aspirin, but there was none. My stomach lurched and I vomited into the sink. Coughing up bile was not necessarily my favourite way to wake up. I'd have to go down to the drug store and buy some aspirin, and maybe call John. Yeah... call John.
The phone rang, but I didn't bother to get it; I was too tired. The answering machine picked up: "Hi, this is Monica Reyes. Leave a message after the beep." A familiar harsh but sweet masculine voice said, "Hey. Monica. This is John. I, I'd like to see you and," I picked up the phone.
"Hey!!!" I exclaimed in a girlish squeal.
"Hi, Mon. What's up?" Doggett inquired.
"Well-Maybe we could discuss that over lunch... I've got lots to tell... And so do you, I gather?"
"Yeah. Do you want to meet at McDonalds?"
"NO!"
"Uh huh... So you don't like McDonalds... Skinner told me you did."
"S-S-Skinner?"
"Yeah. I talked to him earlier. What are you so scared of? What the hell happened last night?"
"I'll explain over lunch. How bout that Mexican place?"
"Sure. The place with those burritos that make you shit your pants?"
"Uh. Yeah. That one. Be there in half an hour."
"Okay, see ya." John hung up, and so did I. Maybe I could tell him about Skinner. About how he kissed me... and how he's cheating. Scully needed to know.
In slightly under an hour, I arrived at the restaurant. John sat at a table, sipping his water and doodling on a napkin. He looked up at me, sort of in sorrow. "Come 'er," he said, motioning for me to sit down, "tell me what's been up lately?"
"Skinner... He invited me to McDonalds..." I shuddered at the thought of what the 'Skin Man' might have done.
"Monica-What did he do?" I could tell my partner was anxious to hear my story.
"He tried to...He kissed me...And I don't like to think of what would've happened if I hadn't left when I did." Tears welled up in my eyes, and John was there to comfort me.
"There, there," was all he managed as we cuddled. He stroked my dark hair, my head nuzzling into his chest. He kissed my head and murmured, "Let's go home."
Before I knew it, I was laying on top of him, naked. It was like my mind suddenly clicked in to what I was doing. The bed slowly rocked, we were panting, sweating, and it was the best sex I'd ever experienced. His muscular arms held my delicate waist, but not in a tight and in control manly man Arnold Swartzanagger way, it was more of a protective grip. John was in heaven right about now, and so was I. I couldn't believe we were expressing our love like this, and all because of Skinner's sick and twisted idea of date rape. It was at that moment that John J. Doggett and I became a full-fledged couple.
Hours after we had finished our little celebration of love, John and I cooked breakfast in the nude and then called Scully (we had learned from our previous experience). We were going to tell her what Skinner was doing behind our friend's back. I sure hoped it wouldn't hurt her too much. She really needed Mulder back; William and her second child would need a father.
Doggett dialed Dana' number. It was so familiar to his fingertips that it took him (I swear) less than a second to dial it. Ring-Ring-Ring-Ri- A muffled yet familiar sound was audible in the room, "Scully!"
"Hey, Scully. Uh, Monica and I were wondering if we could come over. There's something really important we've come across," John replied.
"Okay, great."
"When should we come over?"
"You can head over now if you're ready."
"Okay, Scully. We'll see ya soon." John hung up, and my heart began to race. "What are you so happy about? We're about to tell one of our best friends that her boyfriend's cheating."
"I don't know... I'm just happy we're busting that bastard," I replied, clenching my fist at the thought of that fucked up rapist, I just wanted to take my gun and-
"Monica, calm down," John told me, grasping my shoulder. He knew me too well. I took a deep breath in, held it, and let it out. "Why are you always so tense?"
"I don't know- Sometimes I just have sudden bursts of energy..." I muttered, but John wasn't really listening. He grabbed his coat off the rack, and threw mine to me.
"C'mon. Let's go, Scully awaits," Doggett shouted. I could tell he was excited, and not just because he liked seeing Dana, but because he was severely happy.
We drove down to the too familiar Georgia Street and quickly made our slick way to her door, remembering to knock. "C'mon in!" we heard Scully yell (she sounded slightly stuffed up, not like she had a cold, but more like she'd been crying), and John opened the door to reveal... Nothing. (Except Scully sitting on the sofa and the inside of her apartment.)
She was wearing a white robe that dragged on the floor as she walked over to greet us, and her famous blue silk pajamas. Her face was red and blotchy, like she'd been crying. John was the first to ask, "What's wrong?"
"It's Skinner..." Dana sobbed, "He's left me." More tears fell, and more sobs came out.
Doggett went over to hug her, "It's okay," he crooned. This made me sick. I couldn't stand watching him comfort her like that! I mean, I was Scully's friend, but John was my man! We had slept together, for God's sake! I watched her cry in his arms, clean, green jealousy swept over me like a swiffer sweeper over a dirty floor.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly, "Ah-ah-ah-ahem!" D and S looked up from their little 'hug' and gave me a sour look. "Just because Skinner dumped Scully, doesn't mean you're automatically with her!"
Doggett sighed and shook his head. I could tell he hated what I'd told him. "Monica, you know I love you. Can't you just let me comfort somebody else for a while? We're only friends! You know that better than anybody!"
I went completely red. It was stupid of me to think such jealous things of my John. "I'm gonna go make some tea," I suggested and walked to the kitchen.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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