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Monnie's hopelessly head over heels for this man. Hopelessly. She tells me the events of her day to me every night as she writes in her diary. It helps her remember.
She tells me of the cases she's gone on and what happens. About how well she and John work together. She cried over the events of the mirror- universe case-how she had to pull the plug on him. Watching him die was the hardest thing she had to do. I cried with her.
"I don't know how Dana does it. Mulder loves her, she loves him and he's a million miles away for all she knows. I love John, he doesn't know it and he's right here. I don't know which is harder."
I don't think he's over Luke's death, I said.
Monnie nodded. "He still blames himself."
But it wasn't his fault.
"I know," she sighed. "I think eventually he'll come to terms with it."
The weeks went by. John got lost in Mexico, there was that kid-who-was-a- bug thing, the attempts on Mulder's and William's lives..typical days at the office. Sometimes good and sometimes bad. Then came the car accident.
It was a Friday night. Nothing was happening, but Monnie didn't come home when she usually does on slow weeks. I figured she stopped somewhere for a drink, presumably with John. (I wish she'd tell him already. The tension is getting to me.)
But she didn't come home. For three days. Three days. I was worried out of my mind. When she *finally* got back, she had a nice cut on her forehead and looked a little too pale. John was helping her into the room.
"I *can* walk on my own, John," she said, sounding amused.
"Monica, can't I just do this, please?" he asked.
She grinned at me, a grin he couldn't see. "Ok, fine.." she sighed out dramatically.
John helped her sit on the bed. "You want me to run you a bath or something?" he asked. He sounded anxious for some reason.
"Make me dinner?" she asked.
"Ok." He headed to the kitchen.
"I have boxed macaroni and cheese!" she called. She knows he's not that good of a cook.
"You're funny, Monica."
"I know." She looked at me. "What?"
Well, *this* is an interesting turn of events.
"And what do you mean by that?"
"You talkin' to me?" John called.
"No! I'm-I'm going to take a shower, ok?"
"Ok."
Monnie got up and shut the door. "Like he needs to hear us."
He already thinks you're nuts, remember? She gives me a look. Now, where have you been for the past three days, young lady? I ask sternly.
She sits back on the bed and pulls me in a hug. "Car accident," she whispers. "I was hit by a drunk driver. I almost died, Bear."
Oh, Monnie..but you're ok, now. You're back with me.
She takes me into the bathroom and I sit on the shelf while she takes a shower. Nice bruise, I comment while she's drying off.
"Isn't it? All the pretty colors." She takes me back into her room and changes into pajamas. Tucked under her arm, we go into the kitchen.
"Whatcha making?" Monnie asks softly.
John turns and sees us. "Macaroni and cheese."
Monnie grins. "Sounds good." She sets me on the table. I watch her get bowls out. John dishes out their dinner and gets drinks for both of them.
He puts Monnie's drink in front of her, then notices me.
"That's Mr. Bear," Monnie introduces me. "He's been with me since my parents adopted me."
John nodded and sat down. "Luke had a bear, too. Named him Teddy. I kept him after the divorce."
"You bought him for Luke?" Monnie said.
John nodded again. "Yeah."
Monnie smiled. "My dad bought him for me, too."
John looked at her and they shared a moment. Oh, yeah. They were *both* over the moon.
"This is really good, John," Monnie said.
"Yeah, I'm good at following directions." They ate in silence.
Afterward, Monnie took her painkiller designed to knock her out. John took her back to the bedroom and tucked us in.
"You need anything else?" John asked quietly.
"Yeah..stay with me?" She patted the space beside her. John looked a little reluctant. "Please, John?" she asked, using the voice she used to use when she begged cookies from her mama. "I don't want to be alone just yet."
John nodded. He slid in beside her in boxers and a T-shirt. He noticed me under Monnie's arm.
Monnie saw this. "Here," she said and tucked me under the blanket behind her.
I knew from the silence that they were looking at each other. "Thank you, John," Monnie finally whispered.
"For what?"
"For not letting anything happen to me. For not giving up on me."
"I'd never give up on you, Monica. 'Coz you never gave up on me." He tucked her hair behind her ear. There was a pause, then John pulled Monnie into his arms. "Go to sleep," he murmured.
"'Kay." And she drifted off.
John stayed awake for a time, watching her. He kissed her forehead, then rested his chin on top of her head. Before he fell asleep, he saw me watching them.
I winked at him in approval.
And from the look he gave me, I think he saw this time.
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The End
Disclaimer in pt 1
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Monnie's hopelessly head over heels for this man. Hopelessly. She tells me the events of her day to me every night as she writes in her diary. It helps her remember.
She tells me of the cases she's gone on and what happens. About how well she and John work together. She cried over the events of the mirror- universe case-how she had to pull the plug on him. Watching him die was the hardest thing she had to do. I cried with her.
"I don't know how Dana does it. Mulder loves her, she loves him and he's a million miles away for all she knows. I love John, he doesn't know it and he's right here. I don't know which is harder."
I don't think he's over Luke's death, I said.
Monnie nodded. "He still blames himself."
But it wasn't his fault.
"I know," she sighed. "I think eventually he'll come to terms with it."
The weeks went by. John got lost in Mexico, there was that kid-who-was-a- bug thing, the attempts on Mulder's and William's lives..typical days at the office. Sometimes good and sometimes bad. Then came the car accident.
It was a Friday night. Nothing was happening, but Monnie didn't come home when she usually does on slow weeks. I figured she stopped somewhere for a drink, presumably with John. (I wish she'd tell him already. The tension is getting to me.)
But she didn't come home. For three days. Three days. I was worried out of my mind. When she *finally* got back, she had a nice cut on her forehead and looked a little too pale. John was helping her into the room.
"I *can* walk on my own, John," she said, sounding amused.
"Monica, can't I just do this, please?" he asked.
She grinned at me, a grin he couldn't see. "Ok, fine.." she sighed out dramatically.
John helped her sit on the bed. "You want me to run you a bath or something?" he asked. He sounded anxious for some reason.
"Make me dinner?" she asked.
"Ok." He headed to the kitchen.
"I have boxed macaroni and cheese!" she called. She knows he's not that good of a cook.
"You're funny, Monica."
"I know." She looked at me. "What?"
Well, *this* is an interesting turn of events.
"And what do you mean by that?"
"You talkin' to me?" John called.
"No! I'm-I'm going to take a shower, ok?"
"Ok."
Monnie got up and shut the door. "Like he needs to hear us."
He already thinks you're nuts, remember? She gives me a look. Now, where have you been for the past three days, young lady? I ask sternly.
She sits back on the bed and pulls me in a hug. "Car accident," she whispers. "I was hit by a drunk driver. I almost died, Bear."
Oh, Monnie..but you're ok, now. You're back with me.
She takes me into the bathroom and I sit on the shelf while she takes a shower. Nice bruise, I comment while she's drying off.
"Isn't it? All the pretty colors." She takes me back into her room and changes into pajamas. Tucked under her arm, we go into the kitchen.
"Whatcha making?" Monnie asks softly.
John turns and sees us. "Macaroni and cheese."
Monnie grins. "Sounds good." She sets me on the table. I watch her get bowls out. John dishes out their dinner and gets drinks for both of them.
He puts Monnie's drink in front of her, then notices me.
"That's Mr. Bear," Monnie introduces me. "He's been with me since my parents adopted me."
John nodded and sat down. "Luke had a bear, too. Named him Teddy. I kept him after the divorce."
"You bought him for Luke?" Monnie said.
John nodded again. "Yeah."
Monnie smiled. "My dad bought him for me, too."
John looked at her and they shared a moment. Oh, yeah. They were *both* over the moon.
"This is really good, John," Monnie said.
"Yeah, I'm good at following directions." They ate in silence.
Afterward, Monnie took her painkiller designed to knock her out. John took her back to the bedroom and tucked us in.
"You need anything else?" John asked quietly.
"Yeah..stay with me?" She patted the space beside her. John looked a little reluctant. "Please, John?" she asked, using the voice she used to use when she begged cookies from her mama. "I don't want to be alone just yet."
John nodded. He slid in beside her in boxers and a T-shirt. He noticed me under Monnie's arm.
Monnie saw this. "Here," she said and tucked me under the blanket behind her.
I knew from the silence that they were looking at each other. "Thank you, John," Monnie finally whispered.
"For what?"
"For not letting anything happen to me. For not giving up on me."
"I'd never give up on you, Monica. 'Coz you never gave up on me." He tucked her hair behind her ear. There was a pause, then John pulled Monnie into his arms. "Go to sleep," he murmured.
"'Kay." And she drifted off.
John stayed awake for a time, watching her. He kissed her forehead, then rested his chin on top of her head. Before he fell asleep, he saw me watching them.
I winked at him in approval.
And from the look he gave me, I think he saw this time.
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The End