NOTE: I own nothing.
The clock is broken. It still ticks repeatitively as if it were not dead. This clock is a zombie. Tick. Tick. Tick. It clicks the walls of the room with eerie fingertips. The clock is broken, but I know it's late. It has to be well into the two AM hour by now. This is despite the fact that the undead clock declares that it's ten thirteen. How many hours have I really been laying here on my couch and in the dark? Better question yet, how many nights have I spent my time this same exact way? In lonliness. Complete and utter lonliness. Oh...and I do hunger for her. Not only in the obvious "physical" sense. I am thirsting for her company. You would assume that working alongside Agent Dana Scully each and every day would quench such thirst even slightly. It doesn't...I only want more. More of her nearness. She is my partner. My friend.
It's ten thirteen still. It probably will be untill I feel like changing the battery. That right there is an estimated, oh, probably a week? I will get around to it. Eventually. It's comforting that it's still ticking, though. A small noise amung...me; a lone soul deepsea diving through an ocean of silence. I am tired. Too tired to think anymore. But, I can't help and so I do and that only leads me back to her. Oh, curse my brain and it's obsession with my partner. And, curse the fact that I am in love with her. Scully. She is my other. My love.
And what I would give up just to hold her right now. I'm imagining her curled up against me on my oversized sofa which substitutes for my bed. I would cradle her. I would protect her from all evil and keep her safe from all harm. I want Scully to know how deeply I do cherish her and the bond that we share. I hope that she knows that I can't do this...this life alone. And I more-than adore the fact that she'd follow me...anywhere. And yes. For some stange reason she loves me in return. And that? That both frightens and confuses me. ...while at the same time giving me a solid reason to...live. She gives me a reason to live. She is my companion. My life.
"Tick tock" clicks the broken clock and I beg to it. I want to hold on to the peace that those little flicks of the hands bring to my aching mind and sleep deprived body. And so I beg it; "Please, don't stop! Please, don't!". And I fall asleep at ten thirteen.