A random oneshot I wrote for English. It's not really that shippy because my teacher always tells us to "Stow the Mills & Boon crap". This is standalone, but there is a companion piece, Morning.
It is really not the weather to be driving.
It is really not the weather to be doing anything, apart from curling up with a mug of cocoa.
But here we are, on the highway, in the middle of a thunderstorm. To make things infinitely worse, it's peak hour traffic.
There is another clap of thunder, coupled with the fork of lightning; long fingers, prying apart the sky. We move forward a fraction of an inch. I check my watch. We might be home before Letterman at this rate.
I try one last time to close the window of the rental car, to no avail.
The three remaining inches stay open, allowing the rain to pepper the side of my face, tiny icy bullets. A rush of freezing air rushes in with it, skimming the top of my head. It fills the car with the cold metal scent of the storm.
I glance over at Scully, still asleep.
I swear, the Spanish Armada could be under her bed and she wouldn't even roll over.
She shivers now though, and I pull her coat a little tighter around her. Scully sighs, her breath misting the window. A lock of her red hair sticks to the glass with condensation.
I smile to myself and look back through the rain-blurred windscreen at the traffic, which has finally started to move.
Letterman, here we come.
FIN
Please R&R