Disclaimer: Chris Carter and the gang own The X-Files.
Spoilers: None really. Set to be post-series, but can be placed during the last season as well.
The cold was like heaven as he walked down the street. Icy chill and frosty, it was a relief from the blazing heat he had just escaped from.
California had proven to be a hellhole. Strange, how he always got the worst of places meant to be the best on earth. Did the gods decide this one just wasn't fit for the good things in life and warn him off? He'd never really know.
But the snow on the unswept sidewalk was mercifully cool and every crunch under his boots sounded like a benediction. You'll see her soon, it said. Another step, another tread, you're getting nearer and you can see her face.....
Halfway he broke out into a jog, tired as he was, and pumped his legs to go faster. Would she be waiting for him, he wondered. Would she be peering out the window with worry lines furrowing her forehead? Would she sit down to dinner with their child and set an extra place, just in case he got back today?
He could see her inside now, the uncurtained windows lighted up to give a plain view. In his absence her fire-red hair had grown to reach her shoulders, softly curling round her face. God, Scully I missed you. Open the door, I'm home.
But she doesn't seem to hear and as he presses his face against the glass he can see her shoulders shake with sobs, the burly ex-marine trying to comfort as best he can.
Open the door Scully, I'll never leave without you again.
I want to feel your face so badly it's like death, like death....
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review!!
Spoilers: None really. Set to be post-series, but can be placed during the last season as well.
The cold was like heaven as he walked down the street. Icy chill and frosty, it was a relief from the blazing heat he had just escaped from.
California had proven to be a hellhole. Strange, how he always got the worst of places meant to be the best on earth. Did the gods decide this one just wasn't fit for the good things in life and warn him off? He'd never really know.
But the snow on the unswept sidewalk was mercifully cool and every crunch under his boots sounded like a benediction. You'll see her soon, it said. Another step, another tread, you're getting nearer and you can see her face.....
Halfway he broke out into a jog, tired as he was, and pumped his legs to go faster. Would she be waiting for him, he wondered. Would she be peering out the window with worry lines furrowing her forehead? Would she sit down to dinner with their child and set an extra place, just in case he got back today?
He could see her inside now, the uncurtained windows lighted up to give a plain view. In his absence her fire-red hair had grown to reach her shoulders, softly curling round her face. God, Scully I missed you. Open the door, I'm home.
But she doesn't seem to hear and as he presses his face against the glass he can see her shoulders shake with sobs, the burly ex-marine trying to comfort as best he can.
Open the door Scully, I'll never leave without you again.
I want to feel your face so badly it's like death, like death....
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review!!