TITLE: Doors and Hallways
AUTHOR: Lisa
EMAIL: Saturn_girl19@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: M/S Angst and Romance RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Please just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine. That's all there is to it.
SUMMARY: Post episode for Requium. What's with all the hallways?
What is it with hallways, Mulder? Almost every defining moment in our relationship that we have had was in a hallway.
When Penny died, I stepped out of the hospital room to tell you her death had made me realize that I wouldn't let the cancer beat me. You told me that the truth would save us. You kissed my forehead, and I smiled. We walked through a new door.
Two years ago, I stood at the entrance of your apartment. I told you I was leaving. But you wouldn't give up on me. You caught me before I was able to run, and said that I saved you, that I made you a whole person. Our lips brushed. After that day, we saw a second door.
Earlier this year, my black heels echoed on the ground as I made my way to you. I let down my strong barriers right there in front of you. I stripped myself naked, and confessed to you that I didn't know what to believe. You told me that you knew. You believed in us. I cupped your face, graced your forehead with my lips, and ran my fingers across your mouth in a wordless promise that I would never stop believing either. We grabbed a hold of each other's hands, and walked over another threshold.
Today, we were again in a hallway. You didn't want me to go back. You said that you didn't want to risk losing me. I enfolded myself into you, and told you I wouldn't let you go alone. We have seen our last door, Mulder. I can feel it. We are home.
EMAIL: Saturn_girl19@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: M/S Angst and Romance RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Please just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine. That's all there is to it.
SUMMARY: Post episode for Requium. What's with all the hallways?
What is it with hallways, Mulder? Almost every defining moment in our relationship that we have had was in a hallway.
When Penny died, I stepped out of the hospital room to tell you her death had made me realize that I wouldn't let the cancer beat me. You told me that the truth would save us. You kissed my forehead, and I smiled. We walked through a new door.
Two years ago, I stood at the entrance of your apartment. I told you I was leaving. But you wouldn't give up on me. You caught me before I was able to run, and said that I saved you, that I made you a whole person. Our lips brushed. After that day, we saw a second door.
Earlier this year, my black heels echoed on the ground as I made my way to you. I let down my strong barriers right there in front of you. I stripped myself naked, and confessed to you that I didn't know what to believe. You told me that you knew. You believed in us. I cupped your face, graced your forehead with my lips, and ran my fingers across your mouth in a wordless promise that I would never stop believing either. We grabbed a hold of each other's hands, and walked over another threshold.
Today, we were again in a hallway. You didn't want me to go back. You said that you didn't want to risk losing me. I enfolded myself into you, and told you I wouldn't let you go alone. We have seen our last door, Mulder. I can feel it. We are home.