by Lakka Henry
Disclaimer: Yes, I know I am just a psychotic fan with waaay too much time on my hands, and as such, I do not own Mulder or Scully (unfortunately!). They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox Network. No infringement was intended, and I promise to return them relatively unscathed when I'm done.
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The rain is coming down, coming down like the tears of angels. But these tears are for someone else, for a lonely person in their lonely, gray world. Tonight, as we sit and watch the rain pour, I am yours and you are mine and there will be no more loneliness for us.
I was once scared of rain like this, hiding whenever it came, retreating back into my shell. I could only see the bleakness and despair of it, the bleakness and despair that mirrored my own heart. Now that you're here though, your strong arms wrapped around me, I see the rain in the context of the healing it provides. Everything, great or small, needs this rain to survive. Even the trees, battered by the ferocity of the storm, need the rain to bring life back to the parched Earth. I think I too needed my tears, because it was they that finally cleansed the wounds I had been hiding for so long. I was reborn, just like the world is reborn after each storm.
Now, I see the lightning but I do not watch it like I'm watching your dark, beautiful eyes as they search the deep recesses of my soul. I hear the thunder, but I do not listen to it like I'm listening to you breathe, like I'm listening to your heart and mine, beating as one. I know it still rains, but I am not as sure of that as I am sure that I love you.
There will be bleakness and despair for us, for that is the way of the world. There will also be more rain, more tears, more wounds to cleanse, for that too is the way of the world. However, if you hold me like you hold me know, it won't matter to me. If you kiss me like you kiss me now, and you whisper, "I love you" like you whisper now, all that will matter to me is you.
The rain is letting up. Its once violent crashes and booms have been reduced to a soothing pitter-patter that threatens to lull us to sleep. I must fight it though. Hesitantly, I look to you, searching your face for understanding. Your eyes meet mine, and you softly kiss my forehead. We wait together, neither of us saying a word.
Finally, we see it. A perfect rainbow. You hold me closer, and whisper in my ear, "Ok Scully, you closet romantic, there's your rainbow. Happy now?"
I snuggle more deeply into the warmth of your chest and smile. I think to myself, "If you only knew how happy, Mulder. If you only knew."
-The End-
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