To the Moon and Back: A Don Juan Demarco Fanfic
Disclaimer: I don't own Don Juan Demarco, Johnny Depp, or anything else you recognize from the movie. But oh how I wish I did.....
A/N: As a HUGE fan of Johnny, and of this movie, I decided to add another fic to the small number of these available. So, without further ado, I give you To the Moon and Back.
Chapter One
As she did every morning, Eve Monroe walked through the large glass double doors of Johnston and Michaels Law, coffee in hand, heels clicking noisily on the gray tile floor. Nothing was different about today.....she'd be arranging meetings with her bosses' usual clients, getting him his coffee, and typing documents that she knew no but her ever bothered to read. She smiled softly to herself. It didn't bother her that the day was always so monotonous.....she just wished that her life would take off. She'd worked her way through school to be an assistant lawyer at this firm, working up through the lower ranks to get where she was.....and all she'd landed, even with her bachelors, was a measly secretarial job. In her 21 years of life, she'd never been as stuck as she was now. Johnston was never going to give her a raise.....but the benefits, she supposed, were nice enough.
"Ms! Hold that elevator!" Eve snapped out of her thoughts, blue eyes shocked as the words registered. Scrambling to obey (as her mind had been trained to do for the past four years in this very office) she pressed the 'door-open' button, waiting for the elderly gentleman to rush into the elevator. He entered, quickly pressing the third floor button, his face red from exertion, clothing askew from his run.
"Sorry about that, sir." She said, hoping to god that he wasn't someone important. She needed this job, or she wouldn't be able to pay rent!
"Don't worry about it." He said with a wave of his hand. "Thanks for listening, though."
She nodded, not sure whether or not she'd just been insulted. With a mental shrug, she turned to the side, watching the floors slowly drift by as they ascended the building. The man gave her a small smile, which she returned.
"You work here?" He asked. She nodded. "Nothing prestigious, I hope? I didn't just upset my future lawyer?" Eve barely held back her snort.
"No, I'm not a lawyer.....yet." She added as an aside. "I'm the secretary for Johnston."
"Oh.....so you're the secretary of my future lawyer. Tell me, is there anything I should know about him?"
"Well, sir....."
"Dr. Mickler."
"Dr. Mickler, I don't really have any words of wisdom.....he isn't very temperamental.....he's really very dull. But he likes things to go exactly the way he likes them, or heads will roll."
Dr. Mickler nodded, scratching his chin. Something sparkled in his eye, and he smiled suddenly.
"What's your name, Ms?"
"Evelyn Monroe." She said, brushing back a lock of her brown hair.
"Well, Evelyn.....how would you like a new job?" Eve stared at the man, speechless. He hadn't.....he had! It was if the man had read her mind! She hated working at this place.....well, hated wasn't really the right word, but she was sick of the long hours and minimal pay. She couldn't help the grin from spreading on her face, but grew cautious.
"What kind of job?" She asked.
"Oh, secretarial, but for a different office. I opened up a private psychiatric office and my wife isn't very good with computers, so I was looking for help. I'll raise whatever they're paying you."
Eve blinked. Since when had her life turned around so dramatically? Was it that obvious that she was underpaid and bored with her current career? She grinned at Dr. Mickler and extended her hand to him.
"I'd be honored, sir. When do I start?"
"Today? I'll need you to accompany me here first, and then I'll take you to the office and let you get familiar with it."
Eve couldn't believe it. Things like this just did not happen to her! She'd always been on the downside of luck.....a normal life, career and future. But now it seemed as if God had finally taken interest in her life and decided to spice it up, throw in a few curves.
"Thank you, Dr. Mickler. Thank you so much!" He smiled, and nodded.
"Don't thank me just yet, Evelyn. There is more to the job than just standard secretary work. Have you ever worked for a psychiatrist?" She shook her head. "Well, you're in for some fun, then." He smiled again, and then stepped out, holding the elevator door open for her. "Come on. We've been chatting for ten minutes in a non-moving elevator."
Blushing, Eve rushed out of the small box, passing the friendly doctor and entering the office of Hugh Johnston.....her ex-boss.
"Eve! You're late!" Mr. Johnston shouted over the tiny PA box. It was his usual style.....punish the employees for their faults, but never come within four miles of them for fear that you might catch some dreaded disease. Eve rolled her eyes, sitting down in the rolling chair, pressing the little green button on the phone.
"Mr. Johnston, there's a Dr. Mickler here to see you.....and there's a letter waiting for you on my desk."
"Send the Doctor in, I'll read the letter later." Johnston snapped, obviously irritated that he didn't have his coffee. Sensing his mood, Eve walked over to the coffee maker, poured a cup, and began to fix it to his preference.
"Would you like some?" She asked, addressing Dr. Mickler. He shook his head.
"No thank you.....a letter you say?"
"Of resignation." She replied, smiling. He grinned in response. It was then that Eve took the time to really take in the man's appearance. He was tall, with a slight beer-belly, stately white hair, and kind eyes. He was clad in a wildly printed Hawaiian shirt, with shorts and flip-flops. Not very common clothing for a psychiatrist. She stifled a giggle. He reminded her of the tropical version of a Santa Claus.
"Right through here, Dr. Mickler." She said suddenly, remembering the task at hand. Pushing open the door to the main office, she allowed him to enter first, hoping to distract her boss. It worked. As Johnston made all accommodations necessary to the client, Eve set his coffee down on his favorite coaster, retreated to the outer corridor and shut the door behind her. With a sigh of relief, she turned to walk back to her desk. Unfortunately, that path was blocked. Eve yelped as she collided with a young man, his own exclamation of surprise resounding in the otherwise silent corridor.
"I'm so sorry!" She heard him say, as she looked up from her newfound position on the floor. "Forgive me, I wasn't looking where I was walking.....are you alright Ms?
Eve blinked, looking up at the blonde. He grinned at her, flashing perfect white teeth, holding out a hand to help her up. She accepted, smoothing her skirt as she did so.
"Thank you."
"It was no issue. I really am sorry about that. I shouldn't have been so close, but I was trying to get in there.....oh! Your blouse! I'm so sorry....."
Eve looked down, realizing that she was wearing her stained white shirt. Horrified, she racked her brain for an excuse, but gave up as she realized his intent. The man was holding his coffee in one hand, the liquid having splashed everywhere in the collision.
"Let me pay for your dry cleaning, anything!"
"No, sir, I can't.....that stain was already there." She managed to get out as he barreled on with a list of things he could do to make it up to her.
"Oh." He said, barely concealing the relief in his voice. He chewed on his lip, blue eyes replete with regret. "At least let me buy you lunch for knocking you over?"
Eve hesitated. She was used to pick up lines like this, and used to getting hit on in the office.....something she'd learned to deal with curtly and swiftly. This, though, was a new approach.....and food did sound good about now.....and the guy was attractive AND offering to pay (even if he didn't know it yet). She smiled.
"Alright." She said, and he grinned in relief, running a hand through his hair.
"Great. Name's Mike, by the way. Mike Winters."
"Evelyn Monroe." She said, shaking his extended hand.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He said with a grin that she was sure would melt most women. She, on the other hand, was having a hard time not rolling her eyes and kicking him out of the office. Only free lunch with an attractive lunch-mate was keeping her civil. She gave a pity laugh, which she noticed caused his ego to inflate. This time she did roll her eyes, but only when he turned to look at the door.
"Is it alright if I go in?" He asked. Eve shrugged.
"Mr. Johnston is with a client right now. If it's of major importance, you can leave a message with me and I'll get it to him."
"Right. Tell him the Mike stopped by. He knows who I am. Have him call me. He knows the number." Mike turned to leave, stopping at the door, glancing over his shoulder at her.
"Hey, sugarbutt- what time do you get off for lunch?" He asked.
"Two." She lied, and gave him a weak wave as he winked and walked out the door. When he had retreated down the elevator, she let herself fall into her chair, gagging in repulse. Sugarbutt? What was she, a horse? She'd be out of the office within the hour, which would give her two hours head start on ego-boy. Satisfied with that knowledge, Eve spun in the seat, turned on her computer, and began to write her resignation.
A/N: I know, short. Future chapters will be longer, I promise. She meets Don Juan in chapter two though! (applause) Anyway, I hope you liked this semi-teaser, and as always, please leave a review! They inspire me to write more!
Disclaimer: I don't own Don Juan Demarco, Johnny Depp, or anything else you recognize from the movie. But oh how I wish I did.....
A/N: As a HUGE fan of Johnny, and of this movie, I decided to add another fic to the small number of these available. So, without further ado, I give you To the Moon and Back.
Chapter One
As she did every morning, Eve Monroe walked through the large glass double doors of Johnston and Michaels Law, coffee in hand, heels clicking noisily on the gray tile floor. Nothing was different about today.....she'd be arranging meetings with her bosses' usual clients, getting him his coffee, and typing documents that she knew no but her ever bothered to read. She smiled softly to herself. It didn't bother her that the day was always so monotonous.....she just wished that her life would take off. She'd worked her way through school to be an assistant lawyer at this firm, working up through the lower ranks to get where she was.....and all she'd landed, even with her bachelors, was a measly secretarial job. In her 21 years of life, she'd never been as stuck as she was now. Johnston was never going to give her a raise.....but the benefits, she supposed, were nice enough.
"Ms! Hold that elevator!" Eve snapped out of her thoughts, blue eyes shocked as the words registered. Scrambling to obey (as her mind had been trained to do for the past four years in this very office) she pressed the 'door-open' button, waiting for the elderly gentleman to rush into the elevator. He entered, quickly pressing the third floor button, his face red from exertion, clothing askew from his run.
"Sorry about that, sir." She said, hoping to god that he wasn't someone important. She needed this job, or she wouldn't be able to pay rent!
"Don't worry about it." He said with a wave of his hand. "Thanks for listening, though."
She nodded, not sure whether or not she'd just been insulted. With a mental shrug, she turned to the side, watching the floors slowly drift by as they ascended the building. The man gave her a small smile, which she returned.
"You work here?" He asked. She nodded. "Nothing prestigious, I hope? I didn't just upset my future lawyer?" Eve barely held back her snort.
"No, I'm not a lawyer.....yet." She added as an aside. "I'm the secretary for Johnston."
"Oh.....so you're the secretary of my future lawyer. Tell me, is there anything I should know about him?"
"Well, sir....."
"Dr. Mickler."
"Dr. Mickler, I don't really have any words of wisdom.....he isn't very temperamental.....he's really very dull. But he likes things to go exactly the way he likes them, or heads will roll."
Dr. Mickler nodded, scratching his chin. Something sparkled in his eye, and he smiled suddenly.
"What's your name, Ms?"
"Evelyn Monroe." She said, brushing back a lock of her brown hair.
"Well, Evelyn.....how would you like a new job?" Eve stared at the man, speechless. He hadn't.....he had! It was if the man had read her mind! She hated working at this place.....well, hated wasn't really the right word, but she was sick of the long hours and minimal pay. She couldn't help the grin from spreading on her face, but grew cautious.
"What kind of job?" She asked.
"Oh, secretarial, but for a different office. I opened up a private psychiatric office and my wife isn't very good with computers, so I was looking for help. I'll raise whatever they're paying you."
Eve blinked. Since when had her life turned around so dramatically? Was it that obvious that she was underpaid and bored with her current career? She grinned at Dr. Mickler and extended her hand to him.
"I'd be honored, sir. When do I start?"
"Today? I'll need you to accompany me here first, and then I'll take you to the office and let you get familiar with it."
Eve couldn't believe it. Things like this just did not happen to her! She'd always been on the downside of luck.....a normal life, career and future. But now it seemed as if God had finally taken interest in her life and decided to spice it up, throw in a few curves.
"Thank you, Dr. Mickler. Thank you so much!" He smiled, and nodded.
"Don't thank me just yet, Evelyn. There is more to the job than just standard secretary work. Have you ever worked for a psychiatrist?" She shook her head. "Well, you're in for some fun, then." He smiled again, and then stepped out, holding the elevator door open for her. "Come on. We've been chatting for ten minutes in a non-moving elevator."
Blushing, Eve rushed out of the small box, passing the friendly doctor and entering the office of Hugh Johnston.....her ex-boss.
"Eve! You're late!" Mr. Johnston shouted over the tiny PA box. It was his usual style.....punish the employees for their faults, but never come within four miles of them for fear that you might catch some dreaded disease. Eve rolled her eyes, sitting down in the rolling chair, pressing the little green button on the phone.
"Mr. Johnston, there's a Dr. Mickler here to see you.....and there's a letter waiting for you on my desk."
"Send the Doctor in, I'll read the letter later." Johnston snapped, obviously irritated that he didn't have his coffee. Sensing his mood, Eve walked over to the coffee maker, poured a cup, and began to fix it to his preference.
"Would you like some?" She asked, addressing Dr. Mickler. He shook his head.
"No thank you.....a letter you say?"
"Of resignation." She replied, smiling. He grinned in response. It was then that Eve took the time to really take in the man's appearance. He was tall, with a slight beer-belly, stately white hair, and kind eyes. He was clad in a wildly printed Hawaiian shirt, with shorts and flip-flops. Not very common clothing for a psychiatrist. She stifled a giggle. He reminded her of the tropical version of a Santa Claus.
"Right through here, Dr. Mickler." She said suddenly, remembering the task at hand. Pushing open the door to the main office, she allowed him to enter first, hoping to distract her boss. It worked. As Johnston made all accommodations necessary to the client, Eve set his coffee down on his favorite coaster, retreated to the outer corridor and shut the door behind her. With a sigh of relief, she turned to walk back to her desk. Unfortunately, that path was blocked. Eve yelped as she collided with a young man, his own exclamation of surprise resounding in the otherwise silent corridor.
"I'm so sorry!" She heard him say, as she looked up from her newfound position on the floor. "Forgive me, I wasn't looking where I was walking.....are you alright Ms?
Eve blinked, looking up at the blonde. He grinned at her, flashing perfect white teeth, holding out a hand to help her up. She accepted, smoothing her skirt as she did so.
"Thank you."
"It was no issue. I really am sorry about that. I shouldn't have been so close, but I was trying to get in there.....oh! Your blouse! I'm so sorry....."
Eve looked down, realizing that she was wearing her stained white shirt. Horrified, she racked her brain for an excuse, but gave up as she realized his intent. The man was holding his coffee in one hand, the liquid having splashed everywhere in the collision.
"Let me pay for your dry cleaning, anything!"
"No, sir, I can't.....that stain was already there." She managed to get out as he barreled on with a list of things he could do to make it up to her.
"Oh." He said, barely concealing the relief in his voice. He chewed on his lip, blue eyes replete with regret. "At least let me buy you lunch for knocking you over?"
Eve hesitated. She was used to pick up lines like this, and used to getting hit on in the office.....something she'd learned to deal with curtly and swiftly. This, though, was a new approach.....and food did sound good about now.....and the guy was attractive AND offering to pay (even if he didn't know it yet). She smiled.
"Alright." She said, and he grinned in relief, running a hand through his hair.
"Great. Name's Mike, by the way. Mike Winters."
"Evelyn Monroe." She said, shaking his extended hand.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He said with a grin that she was sure would melt most women. She, on the other hand, was having a hard time not rolling her eyes and kicking him out of the office. Only free lunch with an attractive lunch-mate was keeping her civil. She gave a pity laugh, which she noticed caused his ego to inflate. This time she did roll her eyes, but only when he turned to look at the door.
"Is it alright if I go in?" He asked. Eve shrugged.
"Mr. Johnston is with a client right now. If it's of major importance, you can leave a message with me and I'll get it to him."
"Right. Tell him the Mike stopped by. He knows who I am. Have him call me. He knows the number." Mike turned to leave, stopping at the door, glancing over his shoulder at her.
"Hey, sugarbutt- what time do you get off for lunch?" He asked.
"Two." She lied, and gave him a weak wave as he winked and walked out the door. When he had retreated down the elevator, she let herself fall into her chair, gagging in repulse. Sugarbutt? What was she, a horse? She'd be out of the office within the hour, which would give her two hours head start on ego-boy. Satisfied with that knowledge, Eve spun in the seat, turned on her computer, and began to write her resignation.
A/N: I know, short. Future chapters will be longer, I promise. She meets Don Juan in chapter two though! (applause) Anyway, I hope you liked this semi-teaser, and as always, please leave a review! They inspire me to write more!