This is the next installment in my CD series that started with Never Enough. Read that and Left of the Middle before reading this.
Recap: When we last saw our heroes, Mulder and Scully were on a life raft somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Doggett and Reyes were in London and had just been visited by Mulder and Scully's old friend X.
No Name Face
"If this night won't let me rest don't let me second guess what I know to be real." –From Unknown by Lifehouse
Doggett and Reyes stood huddled close under one umbrella on the ragged wooden dock. A gust of wind blew the rain sideways and Reyes shrieked as the icy water sprayed her legs.
Doggett pulled her a little close and laughed. "It's only water, he teased."
X had driven them to the dock and left them there, giving Doggett directions to a house where they would be safe for a little while.
The light from the approaching boat was becoming closer and brighter. Doggett flashed a bright flashlight at it several times in varying intervals, and the boat flashed back it's own pattern. "That's them," he said.
The boat that had plucked Mulder and Scully out of the life raft pulled along side the dock. After more than two weeks over water, the idea of dry land excited the pair. Of course 'dry' is a relative term. The rain bounced off the dock, making a thick layer of moisture hover just over the surface.
Water had come to mean something to Scully. Maybe she was just getting soft and sentimental, but she had begun to think of water as more than just physically cleansing. At there home in South America, water had been a precious and valuable commodity because it had taken so much work to make it drinkable. Water was a source of new beginnings, new life, change—she thought of things like baptism, a symbolic cleansing. Scully wondered if it could ever rain enough to baptize the world and cleanse it from all the evil she had come to know.
As Mulder helped her out of the boat, as she embraced Monica and John, and as the four fought their way through the rainy night towards the safe house, Scully couldn't help but feel like her sense of reality had shifted some.
AN: That was just a short intro. I have lots more written in my notebook but can't type it all at once. Please review so I know that there's still interest in this story.
Recap: When we last saw our heroes, Mulder and Scully were on a life raft somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Doggett and Reyes were in London and had just been visited by Mulder and Scully's old friend X.
No Name Face
"If this night won't let me rest don't let me second guess what I know to be real." –From Unknown by Lifehouse
Doggett and Reyes stood huddled close under one umbrella on the ragged wooden dock. A gust of wind blew the rain sideways and Reyes shrieked as the icy water sprayed her legs.
Doggett pulled her a little close and laughed. "It's only water, he teased."
X had driven them to the dock and left them there, giving Doggett directions to a house where they would be safe for a little while.
The light from the approaching boat was becoming closer and brighter. Doggett flashed a bright flashlight at it several times in varying intervals, and the boat flashed back it's own pattern. "That's them," he said.
The boat that had plucked Mulder and Scully out of the life raft pulled along side the dock. After more than two weeks over water, the idea of dry land excited the pair. Of course 'dry' is a relative term. The rain bounced off the dock, making a thick layer of moisture hover just over the surface.
Water had come to mean something to Scully. Maybe she was just getting soft and sentimental, but she had begun to think of water as more than just physically cleansing. At there home in South America, water had been a precious and valuable commodity because it had taken so much work to make it drinkable. Water was a source of new beginnings, new life, change—she thought of things like baptism, a symbolic cleansing. Scully wondered if it could ever rain enough to baptize the world and cleanse it from all the evil she had come to know.
As Mulder helped her out of the boat, as she embraced Monica and John, and as the four fought their way through the rainy night towards the safe house, Scully couldn't help but feel like her sense of reality had shifted some.
AN: That was just a short intro. I have lots more written in my notebook but can't type it all at once. Please review so I know that there's still interest in this story.