Title: Anywhere But Here
Author: Spooky Spice
Date: started: 0401.15/finished: 0403.02
Rating: PG
Category: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Spoilers: Nope, can't say there are any.
Disclaimer: John and Mon belong to CC. I'm just messing around. :)
Summery: Yeah, *anywhere* sounds good. Hawaii, maybe? Ooh, I like that. Warm tropical beach with no one around.
Author's Notes: Just a little piece of fluff that's been dancing around my head. Also, this story takes place nowhere in particular in s9.
// indicates dreams and thoughts.
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//Galloping across a green field with no end in sight. The clouds are grey above me, and it looks as if it will rain before the day is over. I can feel the vibrations of hooves as they hit the ground. A wind picks up, and mist soaks my shirt and hair streaming behind me, but I feel so alive, I can't seem to care. Faster and faster we go and it seems like we're flying. I can see gulls flying in the distance and I know where we're headed. We go here every time. What better way to spend a day like this than by the beach?//
And then I snap out of it. My heart's racing, and I still feel like I'm riding. I suck in a deep breath, and I can almost taste the ozone in the air of my dreamscape. I sigh, still seeing the green land in front of my eyes.
That's my current favorite dream. I feel free and light. I've been having it frequently, so it must mean something. Unfortunately all of my knowledge of dream analysis eludes me at the moment. But I have a feeling I know what it means—anywhere but here.
Anything would be better than where I am right now: a tiny hole-in-the-wall motel in the middle of Nowhere...whatever state we're in. I just can't bring myself to care. It's freezing outside and not much better in here. I'm thankful that I remembered to bring my own blankets and sweats. Makes things a little more tolerable. Yeah, *anywhere* sounds good. Hawaii, maybe? Ooh, I like that. Warm tropical beach with no one around. Well, *almost* no one.
I sigh and roll over, facing the edge of the blown-spring bed. I can see the light from the streetlamp through the blinds, but it's darker than yesterday. //Ten bucks says we're getting snowed in right now.// The heater (such as it is) is on, but it's not doing much. I snuggle deeper into the blankets. It'd be nice if I had someone to generate body heat with.
And here we go. I have to stop doing this. It's just torture to want what I can't have. //Stop it, Monica.// I wonder if he's thinking the same thing right now. That'd be nice. Both of us—folie a deux. A madness shared by two. Dana had mentioned that to me once. Although, I think she was talking about something that had to do with a bug...well, whatever. It applies here, too.
I know he watches me. With those eyes. Good Lord, those eyes. They have the ability to look deep into my heart, whether he knows it or not. Something tells me he doesn't though. John has depths, but I don't think he realizes just how well he can read me. That's what makes us such an effective team. I know Mulder and Scully developed their sense about each other over the years, but ours was instantaneous. From the moment we met.....
Wow, I'm getting maudlin. See how bad it is? It's like I'm 16 again, mooning over the hottest guy in school. This is gross and sad and pathetic and a host of other adjectives. This must stop. It's no use. Why would he ever want his weird quirky partner? He's a stickler for rules...although, that devotion has slipped a bit in recent times. I doubt he's even half as attracted to me as I am to him. I know *I'm* attractive. Just not to him. He looks for blondes...and smart redheads... No, he'd never go for me.
Alright, enough with the depressing train of thought. I'm getting kind of cold. Maybe I should just suck it up and march in there and—
"Monica?"
I jump and sit up. "What?! What's wrong?"
He holds up a hand. "Sorry," he says. His voice is husky. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"I was awake. It's ok." I sit up and rub my eyes.
"You're heater's not working?"
"No. Yours?"
"No."
I look at him not looking at me. "John, is there a reason you came in here at" I glance at the clock "3:30 in the morning?"
John gives me a grin. "Is there a reason why *you're* awake at 3:30 in the morning?"
"Woke up from a dream." I see his grin widen. "Not that kind, gutterhead." I finally notice he's standing there in an USMC shirt and pajama pants and that he looks cold. "John, are you cold?"
"A little." He's such a guy. "Are you?"
"No, because I had the foresight to bring my own blankets," I say smugly.
"Well, good for you."
"John." I pause. He looks at me expectantly. I flip open the covers on the other side and smile at him. "Let's get some sleep, huh?"
"Monica..." he says hesitantly.
"Oh, come on! I'm cold, you're cold, I have more blankets...and besides, I don't think we're going anywhere tomorrow." I look at the window.
He goes over and peeks out the blinds. "Yeah, you're right. There's gotta be a foot out there already."
"Really?" I get up and go to stand beside him. I look out. Yep, there it is: coming down in blankets. I don't even remember where we parked the car. "Wow...it's everywhere." Hey, I grew up in Mexico. It doesn't really snow down there. "Beautiful."
"Yeah." There's something in his voice that makes me look at him. He's got this unreadable look in his eyes, but whatever it is has me pinned. I literally can't move. It's like he's contemplating me. I wish he'd just lean in and kiss me. I'd do it, but I can't seem to make myself move.
"So...conserving heat, huh?"
"Yeah." What? Oh. Right. "It would make it easier to sleep."
He nods. "Okay." He walks over to the bed and I just watch him. He flips the covers farther and sits down. Then he looks back at me. "Monica? Something wrong?"
I shake my head. "No." I walk over to the other side and lie down. We move as close as we can without touching. After I get comfortable, I look at him, trying to decipher what he's thinking.
John looks at me and smiles. "Good night, Monica."
"Good night, John." I yawn and close my eyes. And before I fall asleep, I swear I feel him kiss my forehead.
On second thought, here is just fine.
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The End
Author: Spooky Spice
Date: started: 0401.15/finished: 0403.02
Rating: PG
Category: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Spoilers: Nope, can't say there are any.
Disclaimer: John and Mon belong to CC. I'm just messing around. :)
Summery: Yeah, *anywhere* sounds good. Hawaii, maybe? Ooh, I like that. Warm tropical beach with no one around.
Author's Notes: Just a little piece of fluff that's been dancing around my head. Also, this story takes place nowhere in particular in s9.
// indicates dreams and thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
//Galloping across a green field with no end in sight. The clouds are grey above me, and it looks as if it will rain before the day is over. I can feel the vibrations of hooves as they hit the ground. A wind picks up, and mist soaks my shirt and hair streaming behind me, but I feel so alive, I can't seem to care. Faster and faster we go and it seems like we're flying. I can see gulls flying in the distance and I know where we're headed. We go here every time. What better way to spend a day like this than by the beach?//
And then I snap out of it. My heart's racing, and I still feel like I'm riding. I suck in a deep breath, and I can almost taste the ozone in the air of my dreamscape. I sigh, still seeing the green land in front of my eyes.
That's my current favorite dream. I feel free and light. I've been having it frequently, so it must mean something. Unfortunately all of my knowledge of dream analysis eludes me at the moment. But I have a feeling I know what it means—anywhere but here.
Anything would be better than where I am right now: a tiny hole-in-the-wall motel in the middle of Nowhere...whatever state we're in. I just can't bring myself to care. It's freezing outside and not much better in here. I'm thankful that I remembered to bring my own blankets and sweats. Makes things a little more tolerable. Yeah, *anywhere* sounds good. Hawaii, maybe? Ooh, I like that. Warm tropical beach with no one around. Well, *almost* no one.
I sigh and roll over, facing the edge of the blown-spring bed. I can see the light from the streetlamp through the blinds, but it's darker than yesterday. //Ten bucks says we're getting snowed in right now.// The heater (such as it is) is on, but it's not doing much. I snuggle deeper into the blankets. It'd be nice if I had someone to generate body heat with.
And here we go. I have to stop doing this. It's just torture to want what I can't have. //Stop it, Monica.// I wonder if he's thinking the same thing right now. That'd be nice. Both of us—folie a deux. A madness shared by two. Dana had mentioned that to me once. Although, I think she was talking about something that had to do with a bug...well, whatever. It applies here, too.
I know he watches me. With those eyes. Good Lord, those eyes. They have the ability to look deep into my heart, whether he knows it or not. Something tells me he doesn't though. John has depths, but I don't think he realizes just how well he can read me. That's what makes us such an effective team. I know Mulder and Scully developed their sense about each other over the years, but ours was instantaneous. From the moment we met.....
Wow, I'm getting maudlin. See how bad it is? It's like I'm 16 again, mooning over the hottest guy in school. This is gross and sad and pathetic and a host of other adjectives. This must stop. It's no use. Why would he ever want his weird quirky partner? He's a stickler for rules...although, that devotion has slipped a bit in recent times. I doubt he's even half as attracted to me as I am to him. I know *I'm* attractive. Just not to him. He looks for blondes...and smart redheads... No, he'd never go for me.
Alright, enough with the depressing train of thought. I'm getting kind of cold. Maybe I should just suck it up and march in there and—
"Monica?"
I jump and sit up. "What?! What's wrong?"
He holds up a hand. "Sorry," he says. His voice is husky. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"I was awake. It's ok." I sit up and rub my eyes.
"You're heater's not working?"
"No. Yours?"
"No."
I look at him not looking at me. "John, is there a reason you came in here at" I glance at the clock "3:30 in the morning?"
John gives me a grin. "Is there a reason why *you're* awake at 3:30 in the morning?"
"Woke up from a dream." I see his grin widen. "Not that kind, gutterhead." I finally notice he's standing there in an USMC shirt and pajama pants and that he looks cold. "John, are you cold?"
"A little." He's such a guy. "Are you?"
"No, because I had the foresight to bring my own blankets," I say smugly.
"Well, good for you."
"John." I pause. He looks at me expectantly. I flip open the covers on the other side and smile at him. "Let's get some sleep, huh?"
"Monica..." he says hesitantly.
"Oh, come on! I'm cold, you're cold, I have more blankets...and besides, I don't think we're going anywhere tomorrow." I look at the window.
He goes over and peeks out the blinds. "Yeah, you're right. There's gotta be a foot out there already."
"Really?" I get up and go to stand beside him. I look out. Yep, there it is: coming down in blankets. I don't even remember where we parked the car. "Wow...it's everywhere." Hey, I grew up in Mexico. It doesn't really snow down there. "Beautiful."
"Yeah." There's something in his voice that makes me look at him. He's got this unreadable look in his eyes, but whatever it is has me pinned. I literally can't move. It's like he's contemplating me. I wish he'd just lean in and kiss me. I'd do it, but I can't seem to make myself move.
"So...conserving heat, huh?"
"Yeah." What? Oh. Right. "It would make it easier to sleep."
He nods. "Okay." He walks over to the bed and I just watch him. He flips the covers farther and sits down. Then he looks back at me. "Monica? Something wrong?"
I shake my head. "No." I walk over to the other side and lie down. We move as close as we can without touching. After I get comfortable, I look at him, trying to decipher what he's thinking.
John looks at me and smiles. "Good night, Monica."
"Good night, John." I yawn and close my eyes. And before I fall asleep, I swear I feel him kiss my forehead.
On second thought, here is just fine.
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The End