Title: Mr. Monk and the Phobiac
Author: Amara (TofuDog)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Let me own my stuff, you own your stuff.
Summary: When Monk meets a certain woman, he finds out that he's not all that bad. Rating: G
Monk entered his dentist's office for his yearly teeth cleaning and was immediately disturbed. His nose twitched as he realized that there was dirt on the floor. He sat down and then stood straight up. The picture was crooked. He moved it to the right and then stepped back. No! It was still crooked. He moved it to the left. He stepped back and cocked his head. Well, maybe just a little bit more. He stepped up the picture and centered it. He let out a sigh once he realized it was straight. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the doormat was at an angle. He walked up to the doormat and straightened that too. He grinned a lopsided smile. He went around the room fixing crooked things for a few minutes. When he was satisfied with his work, he sat down on the right side of a bench. A woman was sitting on the left side. Softly she spoke, "Hello, I'm Jysha Young. You are?" Monk cautiously smiled at the floor. Did he really have to do this? "Uh.Monk." "My doctor told me that I have to talk to people. Do you want to talk?" Jysha asked kindly. Monk was here to get his teeth cleaned. Not to talk. "Sure." He grinned stiffly. He folded his hands and waited anxiously for the dentist. It's okay. I will make it through this. He told himself over and over. Monk wasn't even paying attention, but the woman was talking. And talking. And talking. "So, my friend comes over to my house and." Jysha informed Monk. Monk started to think about what he would do when he got home. Bag my socks. Vacuum the house.".like I told my husband 'You have to put up with me because I have been diagnosed with anthropophobia, aulophobia, barophobia, cometophobia, dikephobia, genuphobia, hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, tyrannophobia, and xerophobia.' So, then." Monk interrupted. "Excuse me, but what do all those mean?" "Well, they mean that I'm afraid of people, flutes, gravity, comets, justice, knees, long words, tyrants, and dryness. Uh.excuse me.I have to go get a drink of water. I'm a little dry." Jysha scurried out of the waiting room. Monk smiled as he was called back to get his teeth cleaned. "Wait 'til I tell Sharona." He said to himself.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Let me own my stuff, you own your stuff.
Summary: When Monk meets a certain woman, he finds out that he's not all that bad. Rating: G
Monk entered his dentist's office for his yearly teeth cleaning and was immediately disturbed. His nose twitched as he realized that there was dirt on the floor. He sat down and then stood straight up. The picture was crooked. He moved it to the right and then stepped back. No! It was still crooked. He moved it to the left. He stepped back and cocked his head. Well, maybe just a little bit more. He stepped up the picture and centered it. He let out a sigh once he realized it was straight. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the doormat was at an angle. He walked up to the doormat and straightened that too. He grinned a lopsided smile. He went around the room fixing crooked things for a few minutes. When he was satisfied with his work, he sat down on the right side of a bench. A woman was sitting on the left side. Softly she spoke, "Hello, I'm Jysha Young. You are?" Monk cautiously smiled at the floor. Did he really have to do this? "Uh.Monk." "My doctor told me that I have to talk to people. Do you want to talk?" Jysha asked kindly. Monk was here to get his teeth cleaned. Not to talk. "Sure." He grinned stiffly. He folded his hands and waited anxiously for the dentist. It's okay. I will make it through this. He told himself over and over. Monk wasn't even paying attention, but the woman was talking. And talking. And talking. "So, my friend comes over to my house and." Jysha informed Monk. Monk started to think about what he would do when he got home. Bag my socks. Vacuum the house.".like I told my husband 'You have to put up with me because I have been diagnosed with anthropophobia, aulophobia, barophobia, cometophobia, dikephobia, genuphobia, hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, tyrannophobia, and xerophobia.' So, then." Monk interrupted. "Excuse me, but what do all those mean?" "Well, they mean that I'm afraid of people, flutes, gravity, comets, justice, knees, long words, tyrants, and dryness. Uh.excuse me.I have to go get a drink of water. I'm a little dry." Jysha scurried out of the waiting room. Monk smiled as he was called back to get his teeth cleaned. "Wait 'til I tell Sharona." He said to himself.
