From: mleejackson@gmail.com   
      
   Being a John/Monica fan, I disliked this story. Sorry I read   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   On Thursday, February 7, 2002 at 1:42:50 AM UTC-5, L. M. Shard wrote:   
   > Title: Heartbroken (1/1)   
    what   
   > would be a happy life for them together.  And it was, for just   
   > over a week, until Mulder returned.  To his utter surprise and   
   > amazement, she went back to him, as his heart shattered   
   > painfully into countless pieces.   
   >   
   > And here it was one week, six days, eight hours, and now four   
   > minutes since Scully had left him.  It was just after 5:00pm   
   > and she had already gone home for the day.  She had been   
   > leaving work earlier lately.  Doggett knew it was just another   
   > one of her ways to avoid him, to avoid facing him and this   
   > emotional mess she had created in his heart.   
   >   
   > Doggett sat at his desk, staring absently at a flyer posted on   
   > the far wall.  He was reluctant to go home, to an empty house,   
   > to an empty bed, where memories of their lovemaking and   
   > carefree, joyous days would haunt his aching heart.  Yet he   
   > was reluctant to stay at work, since memories of her   
   > encompassed this place as well.   He didn't know what to do,   
   > but he had to do something; this grief, this heartsickness, was   
   > slowly killing him, and he just couldn't shake it.  He had to get   
   > away for his own sanity's sake.   
   >   
   > Monica Reyes walked into the office.  "Hi John," she said   
   > cheerfully.  Immediately noticing his somber mood, she   
   > walked over to him, sat on his desk and placed a concerned   
   > hand on his shoulder.  "John." she said with great empathy.   
   > She knew what had happened between him and Scully and   
   > how deep his grief was.  Even though he tried hard to hide his   
   > pain by burying himself in work, Reyes knew better; she knew   
   > him too well and her heart ached for him.   
   >   
   > "What's up, Monica?"  He asked, looking up at her.   
   >   
   > She decided business could wait.  "Nothing important."  She   
   > looked directly in his eyes and with great feeling said, "John, I   
   > can't stand seeing you like this.  Is there anything I can do for   
   > you?"   
   >   
   > He squeezed the hand she had laying on his shoulder and   
   > responded, "No, but thanks.  You've been a good friend."  He   
   > meant it.  She had always stuck by him in the worst of times,   
   > and this time was no exception.  She was the one who had   
   > kept him from putting a bullet in his head after the loss of his   
   > son and wife.   
   >   
   > Reyes hated seeing her friend in such agony.  She knew how   
   > much he loved Scully and knew firsthand the pain a broken   
   > heart could cause.  "I know what you're going through," she   
   > said gently.   
   >   
   > He looked at her again.  "You do, don't you?"  He asked   
   > rhetorically.  He had been there for her after her breakup with   
   > Brad Follmer.   
   >   
   > "It really helped me to get away for a while.  To get some   
   > distance, clear the head," she said.   
   >   
   > Doggett nodded slowly.  "I was actually just sittin' here   
   > thinking that.  I have several weeks of vacation time   
   > backlogged.  I think I might take a couple."   
   >   
   > "Do it, John.  Go.  I'll take care of everything here," she said,   
   > glad he was thinking about taking some time for himself to   
   > sort out his heart.   
   >   
   > "Are you sure?  I don't want to leave you with all the work.  I   
   > can go in a few days and help you catch up on some of that   
   > paperwork we've been puttin' off."   
   >   
   > "No, go now.   Tonight if you can.  The sooner you go, the   
   > better it will be for you.  Being here, with her, everyday: it's   
   > not good for you.  Everything is still too raw."   
   >   
   > She was right.  Resolved, he smiled warmly at her and stood   
   > up.  "Thanks, Monica," he said and then hugged her tightly.   
   > She wrapped her arms around him as well and returned his   
   > embrace.  She desperately wanted to take his pain away.   
   >   
   > They parted and Doggett grabbed a piece of paper and a pen   
   > and scribbled down some information.  Handing it to Reyes,   
   > he said, "Here's the address and phone number of where I'll be.   
   > It's my family's cabin by the lake.  You remember it, don't   
   > you?"   
   >   
   > "Yes," she said, remembering that she had been there with him   
   > as he was going through his grief of losing Luke and his wife.   
   >   
   > "I'll have my cell phone off, but please call me if you need   
   > anythin', have a question about one of the cases, or just   
   > anythin' at all," he said, starting to feel guilty that he was   
   > leaving her with so much work.  It was not like him to just   
   > take off; he was a man who took his responsibilities seriously.   
   >   
   > "Don't worry, John.  I have everything under control here.  I   
   > want you to find some peace.  You need this time," she said   
   > with great compassion.   
   >   
   > "Well then, I'll just stop by Kersh's office and tell him my   
   > plans and get outta here," he said, already grabbing his coat   
   > and briefcase.   
   >   
   > He was about to walk out the door, when he turned around and   
   > said softly, "Thanks for always bein' there for me, Monica.  It   
   > means a lot."   
   >   
   > "Always, John," she said.   
   >   
   > He smiled warmly at her and left.   
   >   
   > Night had already fallen by the time Doggett arrived at the   
   > cabin.  The moon was full and the cabin almost glowed in its   
   > light, beckoning him like the peaceful refuge he hoped it   
   > would be.  He brought in his duffle bag filled with clothes and   
   > toiletries, put on some sweats, and walked back outside.   
   >   
   > The night air was crisp and clean, carrying a faint scent of   
   > bark and grass.  Crickets chirped in endless harmony and an   
   > owl hooted a distant chorus.  The moon's reflection on the lake   
   > was almost surreal.  It loomed largely on the horizon and its   
   > image on the water was even greater.  Doggett threw a rock   
   > into the still water and the picture-perfect sphere transformed   
   > into a rippling, apparition-like mass.   
   >   
   > He hoped that this time away would mend his broken heart.   
   > But he had his doubts, for even now, knowing he wouldn't be   
   > seeing her for the next couple weeks, he felt heartsick.   
   >   
   > After throwing a few more rocks into the lake, he went back   
   > inside.  He made himself a mediocre dinner - he just didn't   
   > feel very hungry these days - then grabbed a bottle of booze,   
   > sat on the couch, and flipped on the television.  He watched   
   > mindlessly and drank heavily, trying hard to block out   
   > thoughts of Scully.  Eventually sleep overcame him, just to   
   > have his dreams take over where his waking thoughts of her   
   > had left off.  To these dreams he woke up in a sweat, with pain   
   > in his heart and tears in his eyes.   
   >   
   > That was how his days passed at the cabin.  He could barely   
      
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