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23 June 2008 @ 03:36 am
Fic: 'Why She Stays.'  
Title: Why She Stays.
Fandom: Monk.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Immediate after ‘Mr. Monk Gets Drunk.’
Summary: Natalie considers why she stays.

Author's Note: Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of Monk and after watching the episode this comes immediately after, I felt compelled to write this. It’s the first story, quick ’n’ dirty or not, I’ve felt quietly confident about for a short while.

And while sometimes adventurous, I didn’t feel as though I could do the character of Adrian Monk any justice so I stuck to safer ground.

This ’fic is ’quick ’n’ dirty’ (for definition of this term, check the F. A. Q.).


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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There were days when she questioned herself. Why had she taken the job? Why did she stay? Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on mood, she knew the answers to both questions: Mister Henry and she was needed; that and occasionally the job was exciting. It was the need that made her stay, that tugged at her heartstrings in the quieter moments which were usually when he was unconscious.

Like now as he slept. He was peaceful but not quiet; there was the occasional soft snore. When he woke, he’d wince and probably think it was too bright and everything too loud like most hungover people did. But until she had to wake him, she’d enjoy the peace.

“Happy anniversary,” she murmured as she reached over and adjusted his coat so he was covered; it’d slipped slightly as he’d moved a little to his left so, even in sleep, he was straight. He must have an inbuilt radar, she and Julie had hypothesised once, for anything that was crooked, always on alert even when asleep (they’d never seen him unconscious for any other reason).

She didn’t do anything like Mr. Monk for her wedding anniversary; it was a day that passed quietly. Julie went to school on the years it fell during the week and she worked whatever job she held at the time. It was never a special day. Not like it was for Mr Monk who travelled to the B&B at the vineyard where he and his wife had honeymooned. The way he loved Trudy was so beautiful that she sometimes wondered if he’d ever move on.

She doubted it by the way he held Trudy’s memory so close to his heart and, she knew, that was okay because that’s what worked for him, what kept him going through each day. It was a ... what was the word? A paradox? The way he needed to move on and live yet it was that eternal love that kept him living. Maybe paradox wasn’t the right word but it was late – she was driving through the night – and she couldn’t think of another word that’d fit better.

Maybe it was seeing that love everyday that made her stay. Not the need or the excitement and thrills that sometimes made her job an adrenaline rush but the love.

“Happy anniversary Mr. Monk,” she whispered finally before she reached over and turned the radio on. Classical music, not rock or pop; maybe it’d quiet, or drown, those snores and help keep him asleep while she drove and thought about love and the reason(s) she stayed.
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on March 29th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
Awwwwww. That's so sweet!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 29th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
There had to be a reason she stayed.
2xheroe: pic#1155339452xheroe on April 9th, 2013 07:49 pm (UTC)
That was beautiful. Great job on this fic! It stayed true to Natalie's character, as well as Monk and the story. :)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on April 10th, 2013 08:29 am (UTC)
Thank you, very much!