A/N: Not sure where this one came from…I guess it could be set at the end of season 7.
We Are Aching Bones
by Remi Craeg
She wakes up believing it'll be a day like any other. She thinks about what she needs to do before she can make herself breakfast—maybe she'll grab a coffee on the way to work instead. She considers which suit to wear, and how much time she can spend under the hot spray of the shower. As she passes the thermostat in the hallway, she turns the heat up a degree or two because last night the chill managed to creep below her comforter.
Fifteen minutes later, she towels her hair into a tangle and wonders about her partner. She wonders if he's even out of bed yet. Perhaps she should call to remind him about their meeting. In a few minutes she forgets when she begins to blow her hair dry.
She'll think of it twice that morning, but never makes the call.
She'd have gotten his machine, but it wouldn't have worried her.
As she finishes her makeup and pulls on her pumps, she feels awake. The doughnut shop around the corner is where she will get that coffee, she decides.
Her thoughts return to her partner. She gets him a black coffee, one size larger, and sets it in the cup holder next to hers. She thinks he'll be late, predicting that twenty minutes past eight he will amble into the office with a loose tie around his neck and an apology on his tongue.
But what she doesn't know is that he won't make it in today. Or tomorrow. And if she knew, she wouldn't care about the job, or the cold coffee, just as long as he made it back to her.
He won't ever be back and on a Sunday she will cry until the sun sets.
But right now, slowly, she sips her coffee and pulls out her cell phone. She wants to make sure he's on his way.
"You have reached Fox Mulder. I can't come to the phone right now…"
I married the madness who left me alone in the dark
Wrote down her a letter "I'll shiver without you tonight"
I did everything right, I did everything I thought was right
You used to call my name, how I live to hear that sound
But every sound gets washed away
We wash away
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