I love you?
Ch 4
In hospital Doggett wakes up, feeling groggy, confused and in some pain a nurse walks in
"good evening Mr Doggett how are you feeling?" she asks
He sits up and rubs his face
"I feel like I've been in a car crash" both smile
"well you'll be ok once the sedative wears off, the rest will be the doubles you consumed before driving. The doctor will have you kept in over night then up on crutches ready to go home"
"why was I sedated neway?" he was very confused
"you were violent and refusing to be treated by medics so they sedated you so you didn't do yourself or anyone any harm"
"oww, was I bad?" he's a little embarrassed
"you were out when you arrived, even missed your visitors"
"what visitors?"
"umm... Skinner, Scullly and... Oh here Monica"
"Monica came?" he was very surprised
"yeah, she got dark hair?"
"yes"
"she sat with you for sometime while the others sat outside. The other woman was a bit upset too, was being comforted by the guy"
Doggett nods, glad Monica came but worried about the rest of the situation.
"now you rest and ill get doctor crook in here soon to check on you, ok Mr Doggett?"
"yes fine"
And the nurse leaves. He sits wondering what Monica may of felt or thought about him being in hospital, and why Skinner was comforting Scullly? He then thought about the last things he remembered... He left the bar, was driving then nothing... He then got worried he'd loose his job for dui... But was more worried about Monica...
Across town Monica sat on her sofa, alone with a bottle of vodka, guilt was an awful feeling and was making her think too much, was she wrong to of rejected john? Was her relationship with Dana really worth the risk? Was it real? She hated doubting Dana, fuck john messing her up again... She lay back on the sofa, the cushion smelt of Dana; this brought her comfort and wished she'd asked Dana to stay with her.
Dana was in the kitchen making coffee for her and Skinner while he watches her,
"you ok Dana?" he asks a little concerned
"yeah I'm fine"
"don't lie to me Dana, it doesn't suit you. Ill asks again are you ok? Dana"
She sighs and shakes her head,
"talk to me, I'm not going to judge you for being with Monica, you know me better than that"
She turns to him and steps towards him
"Walt?"
"Yes"
"can you just hold me?"
He opens his arms and nods... She steps into his arms and holds him tight...
"What's going on Dana? Let me in"
Again she sighs...
"I'm scared, scared ill loose Monica. I love her you know but I know the kind of love she and john have, its the same as mine was for Mulder. But he's gone and I'm free, with Monica John's still around and I'm just worried"
Her voice wavers and Skinner pulls her in tightly
"does Monica love you back?"
"Yes, she says she does all the time"
"then stop worrying, she's not going to leave you for him"
"but how can you say that?"
He pulls back a little
"cos if I had you I'd never leave, and nor would anyone else, whoever is with you is the luckiest person alive. So I know Monica won't leave you, she just needs quiet time to sort out her emotions. Trust me"
She smiles
"thank you"
One last squeeze and she pulls out of the embrace... And finishes the coffees
"how can you know me so well?" she asks smiling
"how long have I known you? I know you better than you know yourself"
They laugh and sit at the table with their coffees.
All parties then go to bed, but none sleep well, all thinking and wondering about the others.
Monica woke first from a pointless sleep wishing Dana was with her, all she wanted was a cuddle and comfort but she was alone and had a headache .too much vodka is bad.
Dana wakes missing Monica, wishing she'd not been so cool about leaving her alone. Hoping today would be a better day.
Doggett woke hoping he could see Monica today to apologise and sort things out. Also see if he still had a job after the night's incident, he hoped he did as it was all he had left.
Skinner woke in work mode call hospital, call Dana, sort out paperwork and then see if he can help fix the Dana Monica problem... Not split them, no, help them repair the problems.