Title: Lágrimas (1/1)
Author: Pita1013
Rating: G
Classification: A
Spoilers: Theef, Millennium
Keywords: none
Summary: There are many types of blindness.
Archive anywhere
Disclaimer: Not mine sob. They belong to DD and GA and
CC and all the folks at 1013 and Fox.
Author's Notes/Intro: Lágrimas is Spanish for "tears".
**********
Lágrimas
It was the first time he had ever heard her scream in her
sleep. It had him out of bed and into jeans before the
last echoes faded into the ether of night.
Mulder pounded on the door to her motel room. When he didn't
get an answer immediately, he broke the offending barrier
open. The flimsy lock popped with a minimum of damage, he
noted absently, sending a brief thanks to whomever watched
over his expense reports.
Then his eyes fixed on Scully, and all other thoughts fled.
She was still asleep, thrashing on the bed and beating the
sheets with clenched fists. Her eyes weren't just shut; they
were clamped shut as tightly as her hands. And all through
the tumult there was a steady stream of barely-intelligible
words.
"No... please, don't make me do this... please!" Then a
second heart-wrenching cry.
Mulder sat carefully at the side of her bed. With one hand
he started to stroke her tensed arm. She stilled a little
at the touch, brow furrowing with concentration.
Eyes still closed, she whispered, "Mulder..."
"I'm right here Scully," he murmured back. "You need to
wake up now, okay?" He moved his hand down to her fist and
unwrapped her fingers. They closed over his hand as soon
as he moved to let go.
"Scully, wake up!" he commanded, louder, to no avail. She
uttered yet another shriek.
Finally, he resorted to drastic measures. He removed his
hand from hers and stood up.
That did it.
With a whimper, Scully sat up, eyes wide and blinking. She
looked around the room as if she had never seen it before.
Then she turned her blue-ice eyes on Mulder.
"Mulder?" she asked querulously.
He sat back down and grasped her hand again. "You had a
nightmare, do you remember it?"
She shuddered violently. "Unfortunately."
"Do you want to talk about it?" His clear hazel eyes looked
into hers, with a silent addendum. *You can trust me.*
She took in a hitching breath. "We were in the hospital,"
she started. "I mean, you were in the hospital and I was
trying to treat you," she corrected absently.
Mulder smiled ruefully. "Not exactly an uncommon thing."
She didn't smile back. "You were--" she stopped, her eyes
filling with tears. "You were dying and there was nothing
I could do about it."
He moved his other hand so he had her own hand in both of
his. Softly he rubbed his thumb over her palm as she
collected herself and went on.
"There was nothing I could do, and you were in so much pain.
I had painkillers and I was ready to give them all to you,"
she stopped with a muffled sob.
Mulder felt his eyes fill at his partner's distress. But
he let her go on uninterrupted.
"And he was there with medicine," she continued. Mulder
didn't need to ask who *he* was. *He* had been dead for
almost six hours by then. Shot by Scully in a lonely cabin.
"He told me that I could give it to you, and you'd live.
But I wouldn't do it," she gasped through the tears that
were running freely now. "I wouldn't do it because it wasn't
a part of my science, and I took the needle and I killed
you," she cried in a fit of agitation. "I killed you
because I couldn't believe he could save you. And you died
right in front of me."
He felt a tear roll down his face and ignored it. Scully
wasn't finished yet.
"And as soon as you--you died," she stumbled over the
word. "I was blinded. Just like I was in the house. I was
blinded by my own arrogance," She said softly. "I killed you
because of my arrogance," she finished.
"Oh, Scully," was all Mulder could think of to say. Without
another word he tugged gently at her hand.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to really
cry then, great cleansing sobs that shook her and in turn
shook her partner.
With soothing strokes Mulder rubbed her back until she had
cried it all out. Then he spoke.
"Scully, I know it was pretty freaky, but it was a dream.
I know you well enough to know that it would never happen
that way."
She sniffled into his shirt but seemed to be listening.
"I know from experience that you'd exhaust every last little
option if it meant my life, just as I'd do for you. You
aren't blind, Scully. The fact that you have a computer chip
stuck in your neck to stave off cancer is a testament to
that."
"What if I miss something important because I'm too stubborn
to see it?" she whispered.
Suddenly, they weren't talking about medicine anymore.
*Now how did that happen?* Mulder thought, wondering if this
was something they should be delving into right then.
If they didn't, wasn't that blindness too?
"If you recognize that you're stubborn, then you can see
past it," Mulder declared. "You can look beyond yourself."
"Or maybe, look inside yourself," Scully added tentatively.
"Most definitely," Mulder agreed.
Scully pulled back a little to look him in the eye.
"If I see something, but don't do anything about it, then
that's blindness," she stated.
Mulder nodded agreement. "And if I see something and deny
it, that's blindness too."
"Then we're both guilty," Scully said, still watching his
eyes for signs that they were talking about the same thing.
Mulder smiled softly. "Sometimes it takes a lot of tears to
clean away the cataracts."
"I think we've had enough tears to do the job," Scully
said, mentally urging him to take the step that she could
not seem to make herself.
He took the hint.
They were inches away from each other. With the slightest
motion, Mulder's lips met Scully's.
It was so much like the kiss on New Year's Eve, and yet they
was as different as darkness and light.
It started out chaste. Then, at the point where it had ended
before, it grew instead. They tasted each other as if for
the first time, as if for the last.
When they finally broke it, they were both breathing hard.
And they were both crying again.
"Tears again, Mulder?" she said gently.
He traced her cheek with his palm. "You too, Scully."
*Tears help us to see clearly,* he thought as she snuggled
against his body. With a contented sigh, they laid back on
the bed and drifted away into sleep.
**********
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Author: Pita1013
Rating: G
Classification: A
Spoilers: Theef, Millennium
Keywords: none
Summary: There are many types of blindness.
Archive anywhere
Disclaimer: Not mine sob. They belong to DD and GA and
CC and all the folks at 1013 and Fox.
Author's Notes/Intro: Lágrimas is Spanish for "tears".
**********
Lágrimas
It was the first time he had ever heard her scream in her
sleep. It had him out of bed and into jeans before the
last echoes faded into the ether of night.
Mulder pounded on the door to her motel room. When he didn't
get an answer immediately, he broke the offending barrier
open. The flimsy lock popped with a minimum of damage, he
noted absently, sending a brief thanks to whomever watched
over his expense reports.
Then his eyes fixed on Scully, and all other thoughts fled.
She was still asleep, thrashing on the bed and beating the
sheets with clenched fists. Her eyes weren't just shut; they
were clamped shut as tightly as her hands. And all through
the tumult there was a steady stream of barely-intelligible
words.
"No... please, don't make me do this... please!" Then a
second heart-wrenching cry.
Mulder sat carefully at the side of her bed. With one hand
he started to stroke her tensed arm. She stilled a little
at the touch, brow furrowing with concentration.
Eyes still closed, she whispered, "Mulder..."
"I'm right here Scully," he murmured back. "You need to
wake up now, okay?" He moved his hand down to her fist and
unwrapped her fingers. They closed over his hand as soon
as he moved to let go.
"Scully, wake up!" he commanded, louder, to no avail. She
uttered yet another shriek.
Finally, he resorted to drastic measures. He removed his
hand from hers and stood up.
That did it.
With a whimper, Scully sat up, eyes wide and blinking. She
looked around the room as if she had never seen it before.
Then she turned her blue-ice eyes on Mulder.
"Mulder?" she asked querulously.
He sat back down and grasped her hand again. "You had a
nightmare, do you remember it?"
She shuddered violently. "Unfortunately."
"Do you want to talk about it?" His clear hazel eyes looked
into hers, with a silent addendum. *You can trust me.*
She took in a hitching breath. "We were in the hospital,"
she started. "I mean, you were in the hospital and I was
trying to treat you," she corrected absently.
Mulder smiled ruefully. "Not exactly an uncommon thing."
She didn't smile back. "You were--" she stopped, her eyes
filling with tears. "You were dying and there was nothing
I could do about it."
He moved his other hand so he had her own hand in both of
his. Softly he rubbed his thumb over her palm as she
collected herself and went on.
"There was nothing I could do, and you were in so much pain.
I had painkillers and I was ready to give them all to you,"
she stopped with a muffled sob.
Mulder felt his eyes fill at his partner's distress. But
he let her go on uninterrupted.
"And he was there with medicine," she continued. Mulder
didn't need to ask who *he* was. *He* had been dead for
almost six hours by then. Shot by Scully in a lonely cabin.
"He told me that I could give it to you, and you'd live.
But I wouldn't do it," she gasped through the tears that
were running freely now. "I wouldn't do it because it wasn't
a part of my science, and I took the needle and I killed
you," she cried in a fit of agitation. "I killed you
because I couldn't believe he could save you. And you died
right in front of me."
He felt a tear roll down his face and ignored it. Scully
wasn't finished yet.
"And as soon as you--you died," she stumbled over the
word. "I was blinded. Just like I was in the house. I was
blinded by my own arrogance," She said softly. "I killed you
because of my arrogance," she finished.
"Oh, Scully," was all Mulder could think of to say. Without
another word he tugged gently at her hand.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to really
cry then, great cleansing sobs that shook her and in turn
shook her partner.
With soothing strokes Mulder rubbed her back until she had
cried it all out. Then he spoke.
"Scully, I know it was pretty freaky, but it was a dream.
I know you well enough to know that it would never happen
that way."
She sniffled into his shirt but seemed to be listening.
"I know from experience that you'd exhaust every last little
option if it meant my life, just as I'd do for you. You
aren't blind, Scully. The fact that you have a computer chip
stuck in your neck to stave off cancer is a testament to
that."
"What if I miss something important because I'm too stubborn
to see it?" she whispered.
Suddenly, they weren't talking about medicine anymore.
*Now how did that happen?* Mulder thought, wondering if this
was something they should be delving into right then.
If they didn't, wasn't that blindness too?
"If you recognize that you're stubborn, then you can see
past it," Mulder declared. "You can look beyond yourself."
"Or maybe, look inside yourself," Scully added tentatively.
"Most definitely," Mulder agreed.
Scully pulled back a little to look him in the eye.
"If I see something, but don't do anything about it, then
that's blindness," she stated.
Mulder nodded agreement. "And if I see something and deny
it, that's blindness too."
"Then we're both guilty," Scully said, still watching his
eyes for signs that they were talking about the same thing.
Mulder smiled softly. "Sometimes it takes a lot of tears to
clean away the cataracts."
"I think we've had enough tears to do the job," Scully
said, mentally urging him to take the step that she could
not seem to make herself.
He took the hint.
They were inches away from each other. With the slightest
motion, Mulder's lips met Scully's.
It was so much like the kiss on New Year's Eve, and yet they
was as different as darkness and light.
It started out chaste. Then, at the point where it had ended
before, it grew instead. They tasted each other as if for
the first time, as if for the last.
When they finally broke it, they were both breathing hard.
And they were both crying again.
"Tears again, Mulder?" she said gently.
He traced her cheek with his palm. "You too, Scully."
*Tears help us to see clearly,* he thought as she snuggled
against his body. With a contented sigh, they laid back on
the bed and drifted away into sleep.
**********
Like it? Let me know what you thought! PitaM13@cs.com
check out my other fanfic at the X-Files Archive.
http://fly.to/XFArchives
