Title: Stupid Cupid
Author: Ellie Franks
E-Mail: SamualAdams9QH@aol.com
Rating: PG
Fandom: The X-Files
Pairing: Monica Reyes/John Doggett
Category: DRR
Content: Fluff, some angst
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Feedback like totally reeks of awesomeness dude!
Summary: Too short for one. This was written for a 5 Minute challenge, from Plot Bunnies, in which the opening line of the fic would be, "Stupid Cupid"
Distribution: I would be honored! Just keep my name on it and send me a little note to let me know where it's going!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue me...I'm just a poor college student!
Notes: Where applicable the fic is attached in a .doc, and I have also included cover art. Yay! I broke my angst cycle! This is my first completed DRR so be nice! lol
Stupid Cupid! I muttered to myself as I entered our office. Here it was Valentines Day and did I have a date? No I was stuck at work with my partner, my unbelievably attractive partner. Did I mention that I’m in love with him? Yup, that’s right, I Monica Reyes and in love with my partner. And he doesn’t have a clue about it. I thought I was quite clear with my feelings when I told him he was a dog person, but I’m afraid he didn’t quite get it, or maybe he just thought it was the beer talking, I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that I need to stop pouting about this before he comes in and asks what is wrong.
Shoot, here he comes! My mind races as I pretend to look like I am busy working as he comes through the basement door. I such in my breath as I glance up at him. He is wearing a tie that brings out the deep blue of his eyes, making them appear even brighter than usual.
You ok Mon? He asks me with a concerned look on his face.
I plaster a bright smile on my face. I’m good, I just won my second hand of solitaire I fib.
He lets out a laugh. You and your solitaire! He made his way over to my desk and stands behind me. He is so close I can smell his scent that is unique to him. It’s a comfortable scent, just like him. I feel slight pressure on my shoulders and I realize that he is resting his hands on my shoulders as he glances at the computer screen. Thank God I brought the solitaire screen up. I quickly think to myself.
So, got a hot date tonight Mon? He asks me, his eyes twinkling.
I let out a heavy sigh as I spin my chair around to face him. I’m surprised when he doesn’t take a step back. Just with my TV. I tell him regretfully.
Good. He smiles at me.
Good? I question. Why’s that so good?
He laughs again, God I love that laugh. He kneels down in front of my and takes my hand into his. That’s good because I know of a really great Italian restaurant that just happens to have a table for two set aside.
I smile; maybe he does have a clue after all.
~Fini~
Completed: 10-27-03
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