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29 March 2010 @ 02:06 am
Fic: ‘Mr. Monk & The Conversation He Doesn’t Have.’  
Title: Mr. Monk & The Conversation He Doesn’t Have.
Fandom: Monk.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Immediate after ‘Mr. Monk Takes His Medicine.’
Summary: Sharona’s leaving and he isn’t taking it too well.

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

I’ve been watching a lot of Monk and this time, instead of having no Monk, there is Monk – there’s no avoiding him!

I also know, before it’s mentioned, that I can’t write Monk – there’s just too much going on to keep it straight! I hope he’s believable!

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


“Adrian, are you listening?” Sharona paused in putting the plate in the box. “Adrian!”

Adrian straightened the crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it on the table and pressed his hands on it, again and again, before he pushed his hands along its edges. “You’re moving to New Jersey,” he repeated distractedly. There was that one crinkle ...

She placed the plate carefully in the box and stormed over to where Adrian was staring at that wrinkle. She snatched the paper away. He stared at her, bewildered. “Adrian, listen to me. Trevor and I? We’re getting remarried. Benjy needs his father.” Before his horrified gaze, she crumpled the paper in her fist. “Adrian!”

He watched as she threw the piece of paper into the box. Now it was wrinkled but not irreparably so. He could fix it. It’d be easy. All he needed was ... “An iron,” he muttered, pushing past Sharona to the box and freeing that piece of paper.

There were more in the box! They had to be fixed! All of them!

Sharona sighed; she had a plane to catch soon and Gail would have to be called to finish the packing; Adrian had unpacked quite a lot of it before she’d caught him. “Adrian!” She caught his hands and forced him to look at her. Each time he tried to look around her, she met his eyes. “Adrian, listen to me. I’m leaving. I’m goin’ back to Jersey to live with Trevor.”

“What about Benjy?”

“Benjy will be with me. With us,” she corrected. She’d spent more time thinking of herself and Trevor as apart than as a couple but at least she knew what she was getting into with Trevor; he was no Fat Tony. “Adrian,” she gently guided him to a chair, “you had to know I couldn’t stay here forever.”

“You ... you’re not ... I won’t pay you overtime, is that it?” He peered at her; he looked small on the chair and, almost, her heart softened. She straightened her shoulders; she had to remain strong. Otherwise, she’d never leave.

“No, that’s not it Adrian,” she pulled a chair over and sat opposite him. “I have to leave. I sold the house and Trevor and I are getting remarried,” she explained gently. “I have to go. The plane won’t wait for anyone. Not even you.”

“Did you check its safety record? You can’t travel on an unsafe plane.” He knew where that box was.

“Adrian,” she squeezed his hands. “I have to go. The plane is safe. I will be safe. Trevor will make me happy.”

“He didn’t last time!” His gaze edged toward that box. “He won’t be a good father!”

She followed his gaze, stood and walked toward the box. She planted the piece of paper in his hands and guided him to stand and then to walk through her front door. “Adrian, I’ll take you home. Then I’m going. To catch that very safe plane.”

“No. No nono.” His attention was on that piece of paper. It had to be smoothed. It had to be precisely a square; that was more round than a ragged rectangle. He could do it now. “Sharona, no.”

She held the crook of his elbow and walked him to the car. “Adrian ...”

He pulled his arm free. She sighed and ran back to the house for her keys and handbag; she’d wanted him to be in the car that she’d forgotten. God. “Adrian!” He was straightening the paper. She pulled her mobile from the bag and began to call a taxi.

Ten minutes later, he was still smoothing the piece of paper as Sharona got into the taxi, front door locked and she was grateful Gail was taking Benjy to the airport.
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on March 29th, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC)
This makes me sniffly!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 29th, 2010 03:23 pm (UTC)
At least it was better than the nothing that the show gave us when the actress left.