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29 March 2010 @ 11:28 pm
Fic: ‘Friday night at seven o’clock.’  
Title: Friday night at seven o’clock.
Fandom: Monk.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between ‘Mr. Monk Goes Home Again’ and ‘Mr. Monk Stays In Bed’.
Summary: Ambrose needs to make a phone call.

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

I like Ambrose. He’s fun.

Sort of. After all, he’s a Monk!

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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Ambrose stared at the phone. Sweat broke out on his brow. He twisted his hands in a knot. She had only said it because they’d all thought he was dying. No. No nonono. No. He couldn’t. Suddenly, the room felt large.

Like outside. His breath caught in his chest. He looked around. Everything was blurred and running one into the other. He grabbed at his stomach and hugged himself. The sweat ran along the sides of his forehead, into his eyes. He hurt. His stomach hurt.

Was this what it felt like to be nervous?

Of course it wasn’t. He knew what it felt like to be nervous but this was different. This was calling Natalie to confirm their date. This was very different. It was like ...

It was going outside.

Suddenly, the phone rang and he jumped. Everything came back into view and he sucked in the biggest breath he had ever made.

He forgot to release it.

“Ambrose?” Natalie’s voice echoed through the receiver. “Ambrose, are you all right

“Ambrose, I’m calling 911. And I’ll be right there!”

That’s when he remembered to breathe and he let go of the breath. It came out as a wheeze.

“Ambrose!”

With her voice, everything raced back into his mind: her touching his arm when they walked from the taxi to the front door, her smile and her laugh when she assured him there would be a date. With her.

“Ambrose?”

“Natalie Teeger?” It was best to be certain of these things.

“... yes ...”

“How are you?”

“I’m good, Ambrose. I’m calling about our date.”

Disappointment flooded. He looked at the floor; he needed to dust that spot and then vacuum before Adrian came back. Adrian wouldn’t like the spot. “That’s okay, Natalie. I knew it wasn’t going to happen.”

Natalie laughed; she had such a nice laugh, he thought. “It’s still on Friday. Should we say seven?”

He smiled. He had been able to smile since their mother made them practice and this was the first time he’d smiled without thinking about it.

Ever.

“That sounds very nice. I’ll cook.”

She laughed again. “That sounds great, Ambrose. I have to go. Julie will be home soon. Now, don’t forget: Friday night at seven o’clock.”

“I won’t forget.” He smiled again. It was bigger this time; more than the corners of his mouth quirked!

“See you then Ambrose.”

“Bye.” He hung up the phone and immediately turned. He needed to write it down on his calendar. Friday at seven o’clock. He wouldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. Those words would echo in his mind, he knew, until Friday.

Don’t forget: Friday night at seven o’clock.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on March 29th, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC)
You're really capturing the essence of the Monk characters!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 29th, 2010 03:26 pm (UTC)
You're really capturing the essence of the Monk characters!
... two of the Monk brothers at the very least!