Title: Everything Will Be Wonderful Someday
Author: Budgiebird
Classification: Uh, Doggett angst, S/D friendship
Archives: Just please let me know first!
Rating: Hmm. Maybe about PG-13.
Spoilers: This Is Not Happening.
Summary: Post ep for This is Not Happening.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm too young to have created them!!
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Note: I was in a weird mood when I wrote this, so it's a bit sad. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*John Doggett stared into space in the hospital corridor outside of Agent Mulderıs room. Monica Reyes had gotten him to remember again. He could picture the scenes from that night as if they were tattooed on his brain. Perhaps they were, he mused. That would explain why he could visualize the event over and over in his dreams. The event that had taken someone he loved more than himself. The event that turned his wife against him. The event that had killed him inside.
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Six years ago...........
He never went home to Michelle anymore. Whenever they were together, all they did was fight. She always blamed him for it, saying that he had always been too wrapped up in his work to notice anything. He always told her that she was wrong, but in his heart he wondered if she was right. Maybe if he had been there it would have been different.
He was working on the case when the phone call came through.
"Detective John Doggett."
"Detective Doggett? This is Agent Reyes." "Monica? Whatıs the matter?" Silence hung in the air. Doggett knew what was coming. "You found him, didn't you?"
He heard her sigh. "Yes. We found him."
"Where? Where is he?"
"Look John, I don't think it's a good i-"
"I don't care. Where are you at? Where is he?"
She sighed again in resignation. "I'm at 2945 N. Leonine Road." "I'll be there in a few minutes."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Doggett screeched the cop car to a stop in front of a tenement building. He was out and running without even turning it off. Agent Monica Reyes ran out to him.
"John, Please. Don't go in there."
"I have to. I have to see what happened to him."
"No John, he's dead. There's nothing you can do."
Doggett stopped at her words. He hadnıt thought that he could be dead. It just hadnıt occurred to him. Doggett silently stared up at the tenement building. He pushed past Monica and made his way inside. He climbed up four flights of stairs and followed the rest of the police. His good friend Detective Dwight Frye was standing in the hallway. When Doggett approached the door, Dwight held Doggett in place."Look buddy, you can't go in there."
"I have to." Doggett replied as if in a trance. "I have to see Luke."With that he pushed past Dwight and froze. In the center of the trashy living room lay the body of the little boy he knew and loved so well. His son Luke lay in a pool of his own blood. Wounds covered his small body, and his empty eyes stared up at the ceiling.
Doggett walked toward the little boy and, pulling him into his lap, finally did what he hadnıt allowed himself to do since he started the investigation into his sons kidnapping. He cried. He cried until the tears wouldnıt come anymore. He cried until his weary body just couldnıt hold him up any longer. With a final kiss to his sonıs cheek, John Doggett passed out.
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Present time....
John Doggett snapped his eyes open. It took him a minute to remember that he was in a hospital in Oregon, six years after his son had died and his wife had left him. He rubbed his face and looked at his watch. He had been lost in his thoughts for over two hours.
*I have to get it together. I also have to hit Monica with a baseball bat.*
The thought evoked a smile from his tired face. At the wrong time. For, just as he smiled, Agent Scully walked out of Agent Mulderıs room, looking as if she had been crying for hours. She stopped and glared at him.
"What the hell are you smiling about Agent Doggett? I suppose that you are happy now. You can leave the X-Files because your job is done."
Doggett stood up. "Thatıs not what I was smiling about Agent Scully. I wasn't even thinking about the X-Files, to tell you the truth."
She sniffed. "As well you shouldn't be. You have no right to be down in Mulder's territory."
Doggett tried to keep himself calm by reminding himself that she was going through a horrible experience. He also told himself that she was going through pregnancy as well, which couldnıt make this any easier.
"Look Agent Scully. I'm sorry that you feel that way. But I promise you that as soon as Agent Mulder gets better, I'll be gone."
She stared at him. "How can you do that? How can you just leave? After what you've seen you can just walk away?"
Now he was confused. Did she want him to stay or go?
"I'm afraid you've lost me Agent Scully."She drew in a shaky breath. "No Agent Doggett, it's not you I'm losing."
"Look, I know we've had our differences, but I'm always here if you need to talk. I understand what you are going through."
She gave him a look that could've made the T-1000 run and hide.
"How could you possibly be arrogant enough to say that? You have no idea what I'm going through. You don't know what it's like when your best friend is barely hanging on to life. You don't know what I'm going through, so don't even say that you do."
With that, she tried to push her way past him, but he grabbed her arm. He had put up with this for far too long. She whirled around and glared at him. She prepared to yell something else at him, but he clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Listen Agent Scully, and listen well. Don't give me this crap about how I don't understand. You don't know the first thing about me. Well, I'm gonna give you some background information, and I suggest you listen up."
He released his hold on her, and paced away. He started his tale with his back to her.
"You said that I couldn't possibly know what you are going through. Well, I hate to tell ya, but I do." He turned to face her. "My son was kidnapped in 1995. Yeah, I had a son. Notice the use of the word had. He was missing for two whole months. It was on this case that I met Agent Monica Reyes. She found my son for me. The downside of that was, he was dead."
Scully's eyes opened wide. "I didn't know that."
He grinned wryly. "No, I was pretty sure that you didn't. I bet you didn't know that I held him for what I was told was three hours. Everyone left me alone. I held him and cried for three hours. Then I had to be hospitalized."
"What for?"
Doggett shook his head. "That doesn't matter. I just wanted you to know that I know what you are going through, and that I am always here to listen."
Scully walked over to him. "Thank you."
Doggett gazed down at her. Then tentatively he placed his arms around her shoulders, drawing her to him. With a sigh, she leaned against him and closed her eyes. After a minute, she opened them again and looked up at him, tears falling down her cheeks.
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"It's gonna be wonderful someday, right?"
He nodded, tears filling his eyes as well. "Yeah."She closed her eyes again and rested her head on his chest. He stroked her hair.
"Everything will be wonderful someday."
I would like to add that this is just my feeling of what happened to Doggett when his son died. This wasnıt based on anything Iıd heard before, just something that popped into my head. And just in case anybody is interested, this story was loosely based on the song ³Wonderful² by Everclear. The lyrics are below.
I close my eyes when I get too sad I think thoughts that I know are bad Close my eyes and I count to ten Hope it's over when I open them I want the things that I had before Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door I wish I could count to ten Make everything be wonderful again Hope my mom and I hope my dad Will figure out why they get so mad Hear them scream, I hear them fight They say bad words that make me wanna cry Close my eyes when I go to bed And I dream of angels who make me smile I feel better when I hear them say Everything will be wonderful someday Promises mean everything when you're little and the world's so big I just don't understand how You can smile with all those tears in your eyes Tell me everything is wonderful now Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now I go to school and I run and play I tell the kids that it's all okay I laugh aloud so my friends won't know When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home Go to my room and I close my eyes I make believe that I have a new life I don't believe you when you say Everything will be wonderful someday Promises mean everything when you're little and the world is so big I just don't understand how You can smile with all those tears in your eyes When you tell me everything is wonderful now No No, I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now No No, I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now I don't wanna hear you say That I will understand someday No, no, no, no I don't wanna hear you say You both have grown in a different way No, no, no, no I don't wanna meet your friends And I don't wanna start over again I just want my life to be the same, just like it used to be Some days I hate everything I hate everything Everyone and everything Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now
