To the Moon and Back
A/N: Woot! Chapter two! I don't expect as many reviews for this story.....but I am very grateful for the ones received! :) I hope to acquire this movie for my birthday.....we'll see if that happens. Until then, I'm going on memory, imagination, and the internet.....so bear with me if there are any mistakes.....I haven't seen Don Juan since valentines day.
Chapter Two
The office was not an office at all; it consisted of the back study in Jack Mickler's home. The white-washed walls were adorned with elaborate hibiscus and beach paintings, the room airy and sunny. Eve smiled, setting her purse down in a wicker-backed chair, surveying the tiny office.
"You like it?" Jack asked, coming up behind her. She turned to him, smiling.
"It's very bright and tropic.....not what I'd expect in a psychiatrists office."
He shrugged. "Let's just say that my wife and I had an interesting experience that changed both of our points of view." Eve nodded, opening her mouth for another question.
"I know," Dr. Mickler said, cutting her off. "You're wondering where you work. Right through here."
Eve blinked, not bothering to hide her confused amusement in his mind- reading abilities. He just smiled and began to walk into a small open hall that branched off his office. The hall widened into an alcove, where her new desk sat, complete with chair and computer. The theme of this part of the house mimicked the study, with a giant poppy-red hibiscus painting on the wall across from her chair. She smiled, grabbed her purse and followed him into the hall.
"This, is your new place of operations. Go ahead and make any adjustments to make yourself comfortable.....the bathroom is just down the hall to the left, the kitchen to the right. If you need to reach me in the office when I'm with a client," He leaned over the desk, indicating to a small button pad on the table. "Press the blue button." Eve nodded, taking a seat in the plush-backed chair, already planning where her plant, the photo of her cat, and the small day-by-day calendar would go.
"Thank you." She said, smiling up at the doctor.
"No need to thank me, Evelyn. I just thought that....." He paused, smiling to himself, a far off look in his eyes, before glancing back down at her. " Life's always more interesting when you don't know what to expect around the corner, isn't it?"
"Yes. I suppose it is." Eve said, confused once more. The doctor baffled her, his manner completely different from anyone she knew. Of course, most of the people she'd met when coming to this city were shallow and close minded, unwilling to help others out with anything.
"Yes. It is." He said, nodding in affirmation before walking into his study, leaving Eve alone to unpack the small box of her office possessions. Things began smoothly; the coffee cup went next to the monitor on the tiny wicker coaster, the photo of Snickers went on the other side of the desk near the edge next to the calendar. Satisfied, she leaned back, pressing the on-button to the computer screen. She had been informed that this day was to get adjusted to the atmosphere, re-focus to life outside of the box, as Dr. Mickler called it.
He really was an oddity, she mused. His dress was in no way conservative, his manner of speech and thinking very liberal and refreshing. He was.....Eve's mental analysis froze, her wandering eyes landing on a small black and white photograph on a side table across the hall in another alcove. Standing, she walked over, picking up the gilded frame. A young man grinned out at her, his dark hair blowing in the wind, eyes alight with happiness. He wore a button-down, long sleeved shirt with what she assumed were some kind of cargo pants. An elderly woman stood on his right, a hibiscus in her hair. On his left stood Dr. Mickler, dressed similar to the way he was today, but barefooted. They were on a beach, the ocean spanning endlessly behind them.
"Ah, I see you've found the old photo." Jack said, causing her to jump as he came up behind her. He didn't bother to apologize, just took the photo from her, smiling down at it. "That's my wife, Marilyn," He said, pointing to her. "Beautiful isn't she?" Eve nodded.
"Who's that?" She asked, intrigued by the young man in the picture. "Is that a mask he's wearing?" Dr. Mickler laughed, his face lighting up.
"Oh, yes. That's Don.....er, John, my son. And yes, he is wearing a mask. He's a little....."
"Eccentric?"
"Unique."
Jack set the photo back on the table, a fond smile on his face as his thoughts drifted to far away beaches and past years.
"Where is he now?" Eve's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Oh." He shrugged. "He comes and goes as he pleases. Actually," He scratched his head. "I haven't heard from him in a while." He grinned suddenly, looking past her toward the side door. "Which means he's due for a visit."
"Ah, Don Octavio, how right you are." Eve whirled at the sound of the thick Spanish accent. There he stood, the man from the photograph. He looked exactly the same as the photo, except that now he wore a large black cloak, boots, and leather gloves. A wide-brimmed hat lay on his back, held by a strap around his throat. He bowed low to her, sweeping up elegantly.
" Don Octavio, your villa has lost it's manners in my absence. Who is this beautiful creature with who's presence we are now graced?"
Eve felt herself blush, but fought it back, giving him a gracious smile.
"Ah, how silly of me." Dr. Mickler said. "This is Evelyn, my new secretary."
" Hi," She said, extending her hand to shake his. He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it slowly to his lips, eyes holding hers the entire time. He brushed his lips across her knuckles, and Eve barely repressed the shiver that ran the length of her spine.
"Doña Evelyn." He said, and she shook her head.
"No, just Eve."
"No, I insist, Doña Evelyn....." He said, his eyes sparkling.
"Doña Eve?" She asked. He tilted his head to the side, then smiled.
"Doña Evelyn. Such a beautiful ring, don't you agree, Don Octavio?"
Eve turned to the doctor, who wore a huge grin. Thoroughly confused (and a mite bit frightened) she pulled her hand from his grasp.
"You must be John." She said, attempting to start up a normal conversation. The masked man looked at her like she was insane, wondering perhaps if she was a patient instead of the secretary Jack claimed her to be.
"No. I do not know this John of whom you speak. My name is Don Juan Demarco." Saying this, he bowed low, sweeping the cape across his body. Eve raised a brow and looked over at Jack, who smiled kindly at her.
"Forgive me, this is my son, Don Juan." Don Juan nodded at Jack, a sparkle in his dark eyes, which stayed glued to Eve.
"Thank you, Don Octavio. Where is your lovely wife?"
"Oh, Marilyn's.....well, I'm not sure. Hold on."
Eve's eyes widened a fraction in panic. He wasn't going to leave her here alone with this Don Juan guy, was he? Then again, she was starting to think that the good doctor himself wasn't all there. Casting a wary glance back toward Don Juan, she offered a weak smile.
"Tell me," He began, leaning against the wall, gazing at her from behind his mask. "How does a woman as lovely as you, Doña Evelyn, find herself in the company of the good Don Octavio?"
Eve shook her head, allowing an amused smile to show. "You just aren't going to let that go, are you?"
"Let what go?" He asked, confusion clouding his pretty eyes.
"Oh come on. Do you really think I'm going to buy into this whole Don Juan thing?" She asked. "I must admit, it's original, but come on. Cut the lines."
"My lady," He said, all traces of humor gone from his face. "I have used no lines." He now stood merely a foot from her. "Trust me, Doña Evelyn," He whispered, "I will only use lines if you require them. Every woman is a mystery to be solved....." His hand slid slowly up her arm. "And you are one that I will savor piecing together."
"I....." Evelyn started, her breath hitching. Her chest heaved slightly with excess.....a fact she chided herself over. He was only touching her arm! Against her will, her eyes slid to his mouth, which hovered dangerously close to her face. Well formed, the right size and shape.....and probably incredibly soft.....Eve blinked. Where had that come from? And why did she suddenly want this lunatic to kiss her?
"Don Juan!" A woman's voice called out. He pulled back, recovering immediately, his eyes dancing in happiness. "Doña Marilyn!" He called out, taking the woman's hand in his own and kissing her knuckles briefly. Eve stared at the two, and felt herself back away from them. Jack smiled knowingly down at her.
"Is he really....." she heard herself asking him.
"Find out for yourself." Was all Jack said, before leaving her and joining Don Juan and Marilyn in a group hug.
A/N: Woo! That was fun. Not as long as I thought I'd make it, but still an update none the less. I was planning on at least like, two to three more pages.....but dragging it out anymore would be pointless. The "women are a mystery" line is from the movie...not mine. :( and please review!
A/N: Woot! Chapter two! I don't expect as many reviews for this story.....but I am very grateful for the ones received! :) I hope to acquire this movie for my birthday.....we'll see if that happens. Until then, I'm going on memory, imagination, and the internet.....so bear with me if there are any mistakes.....I haven't seen Don Juan since valentines day.
Chapter Two
The office was not an office at all; it consisted of the back study in Jack Mickler's home. The white-washed walls were adorned with elaborate hibiscus and beach paintings, the room airy and sunny. Eve smiled, setting her purse down in a wicker-backed chair, surveying the tiny office.
"You like it?" Jack asked, coming up behind her. She turned to him, smiling.
"It's very bright and tropic.....not what I'd expect in a psychiatrists office."
He shrugged. "Let's just say that my wife and I had an interesting experience that changed both of our points of view." Eve nodded, opening her mouth for another question.
"I know," Dr. Mickler said, cutting her off. "You're wondering where you work. Right through here."
Eve blinked, not bothering to hide her confused amusement in his mind- reading abilities. He just smiled and began to walk into a small open hall that branched off his office. The hall widened into an alcove, where her new desk sat, complete with chair and computer. The theme of this part of the house mimicked the study, with a giant poppy-red hibiscus painting on the wall across from her chair. She smiled, grabbed her purse and followed him into the hall.
"This, is your new place of operations. Go ahead and make any adjustments to make yourself comfortable.....the bathroom is just down the hall to the left, the kitchen to the right. If you need to reach me in the office when I'm with a client," He leaned over the desk, indicating to a small button pad on the table. "Press the blue button." Eve nodded, taking a seat in the plush-backed chair, already planning where her plant, the photo of her cat, and the small day-by-day calendar would go.
"Thank you." She said, smiling up at the doctor.
"No need to thank me, Evelyn. I just thought that....." He paused, smiling to himself, a far off look in his eyes, before glancing back down at her. " Life's always more interesting when you don't know what to expect around the corner, isn't it?"
"Yes. I suppose it is." Eve said, confused once more. The doctor baffled her, his manner completely different from anyone she knew. Of course, most of the people she'd met when coming to this city were shallow and close minded, unwilling to help others out with anything.
"Yes. It is." He said, nodding in affirmation before walking into his study, leaving Eve alone to unpack the small box of her office possessions. Things began smoothly; the coffee cup went next to the monitor on the tiny wicker coaster, the photo of Snickers went on the other side of the desk near the edge next to the calendar. Satisfied, she leaned back, pressing the on-button to the computer screen. She had been informed that this day was to get adjusted to the atmosphere, re-focus to life outside of the box, as Dr. Mickler called it.
He really was an oddity, she mused. His dress was in no way conservative, his manner of speech and thinking very liberal and refreshing. He was.....Eve's mental analysis froze, her wandering eyes landing on a small black and white photograph on a side table across the hall in another alcove. Standing, she walked over, picking up the gilded frame. A young man grinned out at her, his dark hair blowing in the wind, eyes alight with happiness. He wore a button-down, long sleeved shirt with what she assumed were some kind of cargo pants. An elderly woman stood on his right, a hibiscus in her hair. On his left stood Dr. Mickler, dressed similar to the way he was today, but barefooted. They were on a beach, the ocean spanning endlessly behind them.
"Ah, I see you've found the old photo." Jack said, causing her to jump as he came up behind her. He didn't bother to apologize, just took the photo from her, smiling down at it. "That's my wife, Marilyn," He said, pointing to her. "Beautiful isn't she?" Eve nodded.
"Who's that?" She asked, intrigued by the young man in the picture. "Is that a mask he's wearing?" Dr. Mickler laughed, his face lighting up.
"Oh, yes. That's Don.....er, John, my son. And yes, he is wearing a mask. He's a little....."
"Eccentric?"
"Unique."
Jack set the photo back on the table, a fond smile on his face as his thoughts drifted to far away beaches and past years.
"Where is he now?" Eve's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Oh." He shrugged. "He comes and goes as he pleases. Actually," He scratched his head. "I haven't heard from him in a while." He grinned suddenly, looking past her toward the side door. "Which means he's due for a visit."
"Ah, Don Octavio, how right you are." Eve whirled at the sound of the thick Spanish accent. There he stood, the man from the photograph. He looked exactly the same as the photo, except that now he wore a large black cloak, boots, and leather gloves. A wide-brimmed hat lay on his back, held by a strap around his throat. He bowed low to her, sweeping up elegantly.
" Don Octavio, your villa has lost it's manners in my absence. Who is this beautiful creature with who's presence we are now graced?"
Eve felt herself blush, but fought it back, giving him a gracious smile.
"Ah, how silly of me." Dr. Mickler said. "This is Evelyn, my new secretary."
" Hi," She said, extending her hand to shake his. He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it slowly to his lips, eyes holding hers the entire time. He brushed his lips across her knuckles, and Eve barely repressed the shiver that ran the length of her spine.
"Doña Evelyn." He said, and she shook her head.
"No, just Eve."
"No, I insist, Doña Evelyn....." He said, his eyes sparkling.
"Doña Eve?" She asked. He tilted his head to the side, then smiled.
"Doña Evelyn. Such a beautiful ring, don't you agree, Don Octavio?"
Eve turned to the doctor, who wore a huge grin. Thoroughly confused (and a mite bit frightened) she pulled her hand from his grasp.
"You must be John." She said, attempting to start up a normal conversation. The masked man looked at her like she was insane, wondering perhaps if she was a patient instead of the secretary Jack claimed her to be.
"No. I do not know this John of whom you speak. My name is Don Juan Demarco." Saying this, he bowed low, sweeping the cape across his body. Eve raised a brow and looked over at Jack, who smiled kindly at her.
"Forgive me, this is my son, Don Juan." Don Juan nodded at Jack, a sparkle in his dark eyes, which stayed glued to Eve.
"Thank you, Don Octavio. Where is your lovely wife?"
"Oh, Marilyn's.....well, I'm not sure. Hold on."
Eve's eyes widened a fraction in panic. He wasn't going to leave her here alone with this Don Juan guy, was he? Then again, she was starting to think that the good doctor himself wasn't all there. Casting a wary glance back toward Don Juan, she offered a weak smile.
"Tell me," He began, leaning against the wall, gazing at her from behind his mask. "How does a woman as lovely as you, Doña Evelyn, find herself in the company of the good Don Octavio?"
Eve shook her head, allowing an amused smile to show. "You just aren't going to let that go, are you?"
"Let what go?" He asked, confusion clouding his pretty eyes.
"Oh come on. Do you really think I'm going to buy into this whole Don Juan thing?" She asked. "I must admit, it's original, but come on. Cut the lines."
"My lady," He said, all traces of humor gone from his face. "I have used no lines." He now stood merely a foot from her. "Trust me, Doña Evelyn," He whispered, "I will only use lines if you require them. Every woman is a mystery to be solved....." His hand slid slowly up her arm. "And you are one that I will savor piecing together."
"I....." Evelyn started, her breath hitching. Her chest heaved slightly with excess.....a fact she chided herself over. He was only touching her arm! Against her will, her eyes slid to his mouth, which hovered dangerously close to her face. Well formed, the right size and shape.....and probably incredibly soft.....Eve blinked. Where had that come from? And why did she suddenly want this lunatic to kiss her?
"Don Juan!" A woman's voice called out. He pulled back, recovering immediately, his eyes dancing in happiness. "Doña Marilyn!" He called out, taking the woman's hand in his own and kissing her knuckles briefly. Eve stared at the two, and felt herself back away from them. Jack smiled knowingly down at her.
"Is he really....." she heard herself asking him.
"Find out for yourself." Was all Jack said, before leaving her and joining Don Juan and Marilyn in a group hug.
A/N: Woo! That was fun. Not as long as I thought I'd make it, but still an update none the less. I was planning on at least like, two to three more pages.....but dragging it out anymore would be pointless. The "women are a mystery" line is from the movie...not mine. :( and please review!