Author's notes: Written for the Golden Gurney December Fic Challenge on MR
The Not So Magic Eight Ball
By Skinfull
He could feel the wetness of the snow soak rapidly through his clothes as he lay on the cold hard pavement. The hope that this was a dream was shattered by the thick taste of blood in his mouth. No, he realized, this was all too painfully real. He tried to force himself out of the suffocating haze that threatened to keep him lying in the snow, until finally he succeeded. Managing to move, he pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing the cold snow from his hands as he wiped them on his trousers. He tried to ignore the thumping pain in his head and the blurry spots that marred his vision.
For a moment he held his breath, not wanting to even move his lungs for the pain it caused, and he rested on the cold concrete curb as the pain slowly subsided to a dull throb. He felt his hand brush against something small, hard and glanced down to see a magic eight ball lying face down in the melting snow, aching to be used. Without thought, he reached down to pick it up, wincing at the shot of pain that raced to his elbow. A deep breath expanded his lungs, giving him the strength he needed to ignore the pain as he shook the small fortune telling gadget. Turning it around, he winced once more as his fate was revealed.
"Outlook not so good," Mulder read aloud, flinching at the sharp pain from his cracked lip, and all the other sore body parts. "No shit."
Muhaaa haaa haaa! Another teaser start! WOO HOO! This isn't the fic I intended on posting but one thing led to another and the other one hasn't been finished yet...so this I hope will tide you over for a while!
The Not So Magic Eight Ball
By Skinfull
He could feel the wetness of the snow soak rapidly through his clothes as he lay on the cold hard pavement. The hope that this was a dream was shattered by the thick taste of blood in his mouth. No, he realized, this was all too painfully real. He tried to force himself out of the suffocating haze that threatened to keep him lying in the snow, until finally he succeeded. Managing to move, he pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing the cold snow from his hands as he wiped them on his trousers. He tried to ignore the thumping pain in his head and the blurry spots that marred his vision.
For a moment he held his breath, not wanting to even move his lungs for the pain it caused, and he rested on the cold concrete curb as the pain slowly subsided to a dull throb. He felt his hand brush against something small, hard and glanced down to see a magic eight ball lying face down in the melting snow, aching to be used. Without thought, he reached down to pick it up, wincing at the shot of pain that raced to his elbow. A deep breath expanded his lungs, giving him the strength he needed to ignore the pain as he shook the small fortune telling gadget. Turning it around, he winced once more as his fate was revealed.
"Outlook not so good," Mulder read aloud, flinching at the sharp pain from his cracked lip, and all the other sore body parts. "No shit."
Muhaaa haaa haaa! Another teaser start! WOO HOO! This isn't the fic I intended on posting but one thing led to another and the other one hasn't been finished yet...so this I hope will tide you over for a while!