Character: Dana Scully
Fandom: The X-files
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 340
Prompt: 004-The First to See the Sunrise for 100_fairytales
She awoke to golden fingers streaking across a pearl gray sky over a canopy of trees so still for a long moment she forgot she was sitting out in the real woods. In her lap Mulder stirred, moaning briefly in his sleep, but falling back under, exhaustion and his wound dragging him back again. Scully envied him for a moment. She had snagged precious few hours as it was, sitting in the darkness of the Georgia wilderness, not knowing what was possibly out there that could snag either one of them. She'd kept vigil over her injured partner until her own weariness took over.
They were supposed to have been going to a team building conference, they were supposed to be eating stupid appetizers and getting mildly intoxicated while pretending they had anything in common with any of the other partners present at this event. Mulder was supposed to shoot his mouth off about some alien theory, Scully was supposed to somehow cover for him, they would have a mild disagreement, realize that everyone else was stupid, and go home. This was what the weekend was supposed to be about.
Instead she was in the middle of nowhere, watching the sky lighten from pearl gray to white as around her the silence stretched so taught one false move and it would shatter around them like glass. Scully found herself holding her breath, waiting, watching as the world around her slowly woke up to another day. Was this how the world was like for everyone else? Was this what life was life away from alarm clocks and the morning news, without coffee pots and drive through breakfast sandwiches?
She could grow to like this, she thought, this peace and serenity. It was nice being, breathing, just simply existing.
Mulder shifted in her lap, pressing against her very full bladder, and all thoughts of a pleasant, Thoreau like existence silenced for now.