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TITLE: Savage Garden Chapter Four: Two Beds and a Coffee Machine
AUTHOR: Gaia Less
RATING: PG13
SPOILERS: Pilot, Emily... a few flashbacks from actual scenes. Everything else through the beginning of season seven, I guess.

SUMMARY: Scully's marriage takes a turn for the worse, and she needs someone to turn to.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mulder, Scully, or anyone else you might recognize from the series. They are owned by Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. I don't own them. No copyright infringement is intended. I didn;t create em, I'm just playing with them. I'll give them back when I'm done. Promise!! Please don't sue me...

All songs belong to Savage Garden.. yeah.. they rock. Also just borrowing them, blah blah blah....

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notes and such at the end




Chapter Four
Two Beds and a Coffee Machine
by GL

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And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming now its time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the backseat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely higway in the black of night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you've got to make it

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it

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April 28th, 2003

I sit in the darkness of the living room. The VCR says that it's 3:02 am, but I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. I wipe the last of my tears from my face, and gingerly run my fingers over a large bruise on my shoulder. *Damn him...*

I stand up and tiptoe up the stairs. I open the door to my bedroom. David is asleep on the bed with his head under a pillow. The TV is on in the corner. I whisper under my breath.

I close the door and walk down the hallway as silently as possible. I go into my young daughter's room and sit on the edge of her bed. she whispers, waking up.

Shh, sweetie, you have to be quiet. Come on.

Where we going? She looks up at me, with that innocent look that only a two-year-old could give you.

We're... we're going for a ride. Come on, sweetie. We have to get out of here. I pick her up. You can't say a word, sweetie. Okay? She nods. I carry her downstairs and put her coat and shoes on her. I put on my own coat and shoes and we go out to the car. I buckle her into her carseat and start the car.

As I start the car, the light in my bedroom turns on. I see David appear at the window. he screams angrily.

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5:14 am

I stop for gas after driving for two straight hours. Lexie is asleep in the backseat. God, how could David do this? I hated to have to leave in the middle of the night. But what else could I do? Allow Lexie and I to suffer like this? I had to get out of there, for Lexie's sake.

After I fill the tank with gas, I get back in the car and keep driving. I wonder where I'm going.

Then I have an idea. I know who can help me.

~*~

4:21 pm

We finally get to Washington. I hope Mulder is still living in the same place. I haven't seen or even spoken to him in four years.

I carry Lexie up to his apartment. I stare at the door for a moment, at the number 42. I'd been here so many times, but now I feel like a stranger.

Then I knock on the door. I bite my lip, hoping that he'd still want to see me. After all, I *had* left him behind four years ago.

The door opens. Fox Mulder stares out at me for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly. I stare sadly at him. he whispers.

Hi, Mulder.

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