Champagne High 1

MSR Angst – Song, Champagne High by Sister Hazel

The last of the day's sunlight filtered out of the apartment to be replaced with the cold white moonlight. Scully found the light switch to fill the room with the yellow light. She made her way to the television and switched it on to see the weather reporter warn everyone of the thunderstorm that he had been predicting for the past fortnight. There was a bleak outlook for the oncoming week, rain, rain, rain and wind, thunderstorms, rain with a possibility of a thunderstorm and what do you know! Rain. She sighed as she switched off the television.

She walked into the kitchen to find herself staring at a packed refrigerator. Nothing in it particularly caught her eye as she contemplated skipping dinner and going straight to dessert. 'I really shouldn't do this' she thought as she opened the freezer and reached for the tub of ice-cream. "Well, if I'm going to wallow in my own self pity I might as well do it in style" she thought allowed as she plucked the bottle of Moet out from behind her regular wine.

She turned on the radio to find she had tuned in right in the middle of Love Song Dedications. Sarah McLaughlin, U2 and Celine Dion had all played as Scully was ready pour herself a second glass. As the rim met her lips the next song started.

I wasn't looking for a lifetime with you. She mulled over the lyrics. 'Of course he didn't! He was after the busty blondes with the long legs! He would never settle for a 5'3" redhead that had stood by his side for years. No.

And for the million hours that we were. 'All those years I've stood by his side, all the times I've saved his sorry ass! And for what? To be stuck at home on a Friday night drowning my sorrows in ice-cream and champagne?

She couldn't stand it anymore. She shut off the radio and put the ice-cream away. She took one last swig from the bottle and shoved it back in the fridge.

It was impossible! She looked at the picture of them she had placed on her coffee table. It was one of those pictures that you'd usually see in the movies, it was perfectly clichéd. He had his arm draped over her shoulder and her hand in his. You could believe that they were a couple. That's it! She picked up the frame and looked at it with a sarcastically sweet smile, shook her head and thrust it to the ground with enough force to shatter it.

She backed herself up against the wall, forced the back of her head to the wall and slumped down against it crying. She'd been so naïve to think that he would ever reciprocate her feelings. It had been a week ago today that she had waited at the restaurant for two hours, waiting for him, until she gave up and drove to his apartment to see if anything was wrong. As she went to knock on the door she heard giggling from the other side of the door and decided against disturbing him to remind him of their dinner that he had organized as a post-case-trauma gift. He got his. This memory only brought a new wave of tears to wash over her as she attempted to get up, only causing her hand to become impaled on a large shard of glass from the picture frame.

She walked into the bathroom and fixed herself up before getting a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she had black tear streaks leading down to her chin. 'Pathetic Dana. Absolutely pathetic!' She thought as she wiped away the streaks and changed for bed.

A/N: For those who are interested, (K-K) I got the idea for this fic on August 12...yea... And I wrote it on August 22 (I think...)...If you know why those dates are significant then you kinda know pretty much everything that has happened in my life from 2002 up until then. (once again K-K)

I'll try to finnish this of later.

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