Heya. This is my first X-Files fanfic and I hope I have the characterisation right. I've only started watching X-Files in the past six months or so although I used to watch the odd episode when it was still being made, so I'm not as familiar with the characters as a lot of you out there. Anyway enjoy and only review if you feel like it. I write because I like to, not because other people want me to. I post on because I have been a serial drifter on the site for ages and I thought I should probably put something back in after reading so many excellent stories. Also if you like Stargate SG1 I've written a few fics for that programme and I have a few more in the works.
Yeah, so enough about me and on to the story...
Rivergem.
P.S X-Files ain't mine, I don't pretend it is so don't sue me. You won't get a lot; I'm 15 and broke.
Rising Tide
I've always loved the sea, ever since I was a little girl. I suppose my family had a connection to it; my father and one of my brothers spent most if their time at sea and however frequently we moved house, following them around the country, we always lived near the it.
I remember one of the first times I ever saw the sea. I was six years old and it was on a cold Sunday afternoon. We had just been to church and since it was one of the rare weekends where my father was home, my whole family went to the beach. My brothers splashed about in the shallows under the watchful eye of my parents, the sounds of their glee swept away by the wind. But I, too afraid to venture past the tide-line, sat in the shelter of a sand dune with my arms wrapped around my knees, silently fuming at my own cowardice.
Then Missy took me by the arm and led me towards the ocean. My heart high in my throat and trying not to look at my happy, yelling brothers, I picked my way cautiously through the washed-up seaweed and stood at the edge of the water willing myself to take a step forward. Closing my eyes I inched my way forward until…
A wave crashed onto the sand, soaking Missy and me. I forgot my fear in an instant and we both ran into the sea, laughing and laughing and laughing. From then on I loved the sea.
Love. It is a common misconception that falling in love is like a wave crashing over your life; you meet someone's eyes, you touch someone's hand or breathe in their smell and suddenly you're in love. It doesn't work like that. You don't wake up one morning and have a shower, eat breakfast, brush your teeth and then, out of the blue, fall in love.
No, falling in love is like the rising tide. You stand on the shore and the sea is just a blue line on the horizon, but then you meet someone and there's a spark, a glimmer of potential and so the tide begins to rise. Gradually it gets closer and closer, sweeping over everything in its path. It is unstoppable, inevitable; you can't halt its advance but why would you want to? And then the water reaches your toes and you finally realise, you finally feel the tug of the ocean.
Yet it still comes. Still the water gets higher, it climbs past your knees, past your waist and you know that this tide will never recede.
As I looked at the report on the desk in front of me I could see my partner. He was leant back in his chair, one arm behind his head and in the other a pencil tilted towards the ceiling. He stared at the wall behind me, apparently distracted in the act of throwing the pencil into the polystyrene tiles above him. I shifted sideways and moved into his field of vision, raising an eyebrow. His eyes unglazed and he looked at me. We smiled.
Even though I sit in a tiny basement office miles from the sea, I know the tide has swept over me and the water is so deep that I can't see the surface.