Are We More Than Friends?
Author: Gothic Spook
E-mail: gothicspookhotmail.com
Rating: G
Category: Post - John Doe, Friendship and Romance DRR
Summery: Monica helps John regain his memories, he thinks about his relationship with her. Are they more than friends?
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I do not own it!
Spoilers: John Doe
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John. I'm so sorry about Luke. About you having to relive that.

I'll take the bad as long as I remember the good. John slightly smiles. Monica smiles back. She takes a good look at him. He looks bruised and battered. He looks like hell. But in a way he has never looked stronger. In inner spirit, his courage has never been as bright as it was at that very moment.

You ready to go home? Monica asked.

Never been more ready in my life, he stated. John silently followed her to the car. The drive to the airport was quiet. Monica concentrating on the road. John studying her quietly. Trying to remember everything about her. He still didn't have all of his memories back, he wasn't sure what his relationship with her was. He didn't know all the events of his life.

Monica drove them both to the airport. The flight was quiet, John sleeping the entire way, Monica flicked through magazines and thought about all that had happened in the last couple of weeks. The plane landed and Monica gently woke John up.

John? We've landed. John stood up and followed Monica out of the plane, out of the airport to her car. No words were said as she drove him home. She pulled up in front of his house. He undid his seat belt but he didn't get out of the car straight away. John turned to Monica and took in a breathe before he spoke.

Do you want to come in for a minute? He asked her.

she said, taking off her seat belt. They both stepped out of the car. John unlocked the front door and opened it. He took her coat off her shoulders and hung it on the coat rack and did the same with his coat. They both sat down in silence for a few minutes.

So how are you feeling? Monica broke the silence. She knew it was a stupid question but she couldn't stand the silence between them.

A little sore, mainly I'm confused, he told her.

What's confusing you? Monica asked. She though he had gained all of his memories back.

I lied back in Mexico when I said I had my memory back, there's still a bit I don't understand. I thought you could help me with that, he told her honestly. She took in his face, confused and afraid. She couldn't help but agree to help him.

She replied.

They spent the night together. Monica telling John of what he couldn't remember, his achievements, cases and what he's like. As John listened to her he wandered what their relationship was like, she had told him they were partners and best friends, but he wandered if it was more. To him it felt as though they should be more. As he watched her talk he couldn't help thinking about how beautiful she was. He saw it in her eyes how much she cared for him. And if what he was feeling was true then he cared a great deal for her in return. He would have to ask about their relationship in more detail later on.

They both fell asleep on the couch during the night. John was the first to wake to the sun shining through the window. He looked over at Monica and saw that she was still fast asleep, curled into a ball. He stood up and stretch a little. He carefully picked Monica up into his arms and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He gently laid her down and pulled the covers over her. He tucked her in before going to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers himself. She had her back to him, so he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her in a spooning position. She snuggled into his. He looked at her face and saw her smile as he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.

Thank you, he whispered before snuggling close and falling back to sleep.