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13 February 2014 @ 02:08 am
Fic: ‘Mr Monk and the memory.’  
Title: Mr Monk and the memory.
Fandom: Monk
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Any time from season 1 onward.
Summary: Monk remembers a ceremony.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Oh, Adrian.


Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Andy Breckman; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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He remembers the purity of the veil, her blonde hair secured beneath it. He remembers his nervousness that so lovely a girl wanted him --- him --- to share her life. He remembers the sounds around them and the exact words of the priest, even if he had trouble concentrating on anyone but her, holding his hands between hers.

“Adrian.”

That voice wasn't part of his memories.

“Adrian!”

He brings himself back to the present, reluctantly. She was back there. He wanted to stay there, in his memories, and not be here, in the present.

“Where were you just now, Adrian?”

“Here.”

“No, no you weren't. You were elsewhere.”

“I was here.”

“I meant mentally, you weren't here. Where were you?”

How could he describe he was seeing her walk down the aisle, her hand tucked under her father's arm? How could he describe how her dress trailed behind her, same as her veil? How could he describe the radiant glow that mirrored what he felt inside, although he was nervous that she wanted him?

How could he describe her?

“I was thinking of Trudy,” he says and finds that all he can say before words choke him briefly.

“What about Trudy?”

“How beautiful she was and how lucky I was she had chosen to be in my life.” A simple answer for such an important day. She had said yes and he couldn't believe how lucky he had been. How a simple word could mean so much, he still didn't know. But it had, and still did. It always would.

He had waited for someone to object to them marrying although he had never looked away from her. How could he, when she had looked at him in that way? The second or two that the minister had taken to see if there were any objections had been the longest of his life. What if someone had objected?

“Adrian, do you thi---”

“No.”

“You didn't let me finish.”

“Can we sit here until the session is done?”

“If you want. I have some paperwork.”

He nods, thoughts already drifting into memory.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Trudy and Adrian

Sunlight glitters in the courtyard. He sees it. Caught in that memory, he smiles.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on February 15th, 2014 08:57 am (UTC)
.... oh Adrian.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on February 15th, 2014 10:10 am (UTC)
You just wanna give him a hug.