Yeah, But Why? 
Author: BlueDevil (dsizemore@rivercto.net)
Category: strictly DRR!   
Spoilers:  None but it might help if you've seen the ep. 
Rating: PG...sorry kiddies, I can't write smut..well, I 
can  but...never mind. 
Author's note: I don't own these characters.  If I did 
their outcome would've been much different, we would've 
had another season and I wouldn't be working 2 jobs!!    
Enjoy!



He looked down again at her small hand enclosed in his 
and he felt his heart speed up.  He knew he still wore 
a goofy smile on his face but at the moment he didn't 
care.  He *was* getting the hang of his job and it felt 
good.  Not as good as the feel of Monica's hand in his 
but still good.  He looked up from their embracing 
hands to her face.  She was still watching the doctor 
and patient embrace their new roles as "father and son". 

"You ready, Monica?" 

She turned toward him, never releasing his hand. 

"Yeah, John.  Let's go." 

John led the way down the corridor to the elevator.  
Neither of them said a word as they entered the elevator, 
their hands still wrapped around each other. 

"So, 'The Brady Bunch', huh?  Ya know, I still don't get
it.  Of all the television shows to be obsessed with...
why 'The Brady Bunch'?" 

"I thought you'd already answered this one John." 

"I wasn't talking about 'Oliver'....I was talking about 
you." 

He looked at her, his bright blue eyes sparkling, 
searching her face.  He detected a hint of sadness in 
her soft sherry eyes that her smile was obviously trying 
to hide.  He tightened his hold on her hand. 

"I never said I was 'obsessed' with the show, John.  I 
just have a healthy appreciation for the Brady family 
and their antics.  That's all." 

"Yeah, but why?" 

Monica looked at him with a hint of confusion. 

"I guess what I'm askin' is, was the answer you gave 
when I originally posed this question *your* answer or 
the patent answer to explain why millions of people 
like the Brady clan?" 

"Bunch." 

"Whatever.  So what's the answer?" 

She smiled up at him again and John swore he felt his 
heart somersault in his chest. 

"I guess that answer was a patent answer with a certain 
ring of truth in it.  Does that make sense?" 

"Not really but keep talking and I'm sure I'll catch on 
eventually." 

He smirked as she laughed at his comment. 

"Okay, as I said before, everyone wants to be a part of 
the Brady family.  They are the perfect nuclear family.  
A mom, a dad, six kids and of course a housekeeper 
who's in love with the neighborhood butcher.  The 
storylines were goofy as were the potato sack races and 
the astro-turf lawn but all of that is forgiven when you 
see the love the family members had for each other." 

She sighed as she looked at him. She could see in his 
face that he still didn't get it. 

"I guess for me 'The Brady Bunch' was 30 minutes out of 
the day that I could watch a family where the kids *knew* 
who their parents, their real parents, were." 

"Oh, Monica..." 

"No, John, I didn't mean it like that.  I have wonderful 
parents.  They never treated me any differently because I 
wasn't blood related to them.  But like any child who is 
adopted, I wondered about my birth parents.  I wondered 
why...I guess I still do, but then I look at my life and 
I wouldn't change it." 

"Really?" 

"Really." 

"Monica, I didn't mean to pry or upset you.  I just..." 

She put her finger to his lips and once again John felt 
his heart jump. 

"I know John. If I didn't want to tell you something or 
share something with you then I wouldn't.  You know 
that." 

She removed her finger from his lips and turned to face 
the elevator door.  John looked down at their hands 
again, still clenched together.  He brought her hand up 
to his lips and gently kissed the back of her hand.  
She turned and faced him once again.  This time her 
heart was doing somersaults as well. 

"John.." 

"You know, I hear they've got this channel called, uh, 
TVLand, I think.  And I hear they sometimes show 
episodes of 'The Brady Bunch'.  Whayda say we grab some
food, head over to my house and you can educate me on 
the finer points of Brady mania?" 

She smiled at him again but this time the smile reached 
her eyes causing them to light up and sparkle.  'She 
really has no idea what she does to me', John thought. 

"I would love to John." 

"Good, then all we have to do is decide on the food." 

The doors to the elevator opened and the pair stepped 
out.  John led Monica, still holding her hand, down 
the corridor to the door leading outside.  As they 
walked to the parking lot to John's car, Monica leaned 
into John and put her other hand around his arm as 
they walked side-by-side. 

"Okay, you don't get 'The Brady Bunch', so what show 
did you like?" 

"Well, I'm not much of a television watcher except for 
sports, ya know?" 

"Which one John or are you too embarrassed to tell me?" 

"Oh, you gonna try to tease me into tellin' you?  Well, 
you don't have to 'cause nothin' compares to the Bradys." 

"I'll take 'Stalling' for 800, Alex." 

"Funny, Monica.  You should try stand-up sometime." 

"Come on, John, which one?" 

They stopped at the passenger side of the car.  He took 
his keys and unlocked the door and then opened it for 
her. 

"Here you go." 

She slid into the car.  As he walked around the car, she 
leaned across the driver's side and unlocked his door.  
John smiled at the small gesture and quickly got in 
behind the wheel.  He started the car, switched on the 
headlights and backed out of the parking space.  He put 
the car in drive and drove down to the stop sign at the 
end of the lot. 

He looked over at Monica, who was still obviously 
waiting for his answer.  He reached out and took her 
hand in his.  'It's not just the job I'm finally getting 
the hang of,' he thought. 

" 'Starsky and Hutch'."  John knew the goofy smile had 
returned to his face but he didn't care.  "Now, where do 
you want to get take-out from?" 

End