Author: monicaxrohrer
Date: August 27, 2007
Distribution: Don't Not Believe, Master Sergeant and XFMU. Anyone else, please ask.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Reyes POV, Rohrer/Reyes
Timeline: post-Empedocles and Three Words
Spoilers: None.
Beta: Dana Doggett
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. All X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-
Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting.
Summary: It's a very dangerous time and all they have is one last night together.
Author's Note: In my world there are two Knowle Rohrer's: one an employee of the Department of Defense who has knowledge of government and military secrets, and the other a Super Soldier created from the DNA of the human Knowle.
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The thundering storm outside doesn't ease my mind. How could I have been so careless, I wonder as I look up from my dry martini. I'm not one to drink my worries away, but tonight feels different because I'm unsure of what I'm dealing with.
I notice the bartender. He has taken notice of me, keeping an eye on me as he wipes down the counter just down from where I'm sitting.
Have I been here that long? How many drinks have I had? No more than three, I'm sure.
I eye the bar. It's empty except for me and the bartender. It smells stale of cigarette smoke, which I can see still lingers in the air, and I realize I'm in desperate need of a nicotine fix.
My eyes fall on my purse. No use in looking inside, I know I'm out of cigarettes. Perhaps that's for the better.
"You've been here a couple hours, miss." The bartender makes his way over to me. "Everything all right?"
"Just waiting for someone." I smile at him, hiding my worry. "I could use another martini though."
He nods and fixes me up with my next round. I can see he's judging me. Probably wondering why a woman like me is sitting in this empty bar, late at night, drinking alone. I wonder this myself, and just as I start to doubt that he'll show up, the door opens and the warm, moist, night air of New Orleans sweeps past me. I turn and look to see the man I've been waiting for.
He finds me quickly and takes his time to observe his surroundings. Then our eyes meet. For a moment he stands there, as if he wasn't expecting me to actually be here. He slowly removes his coat, not that he needs one.
I hear my fourth martini being carefully set down behind me. I turn on my barstool, taking my eyes away from the man in the doorway.
I take a sip of my drink. I can feel I've had too much already, but right now I don't care. I hear his footsteps coming up behind me and I grab a napkin off the bar and stand to meet him.
"I didn't think you'd come, Monica."
I look up into his eyes. It's rare to find someone taller than I am.
"What did you want to see me about?" I ask, knowing already what his answer will be.
He places a gentle hand on my lower back, and leads me away from the prying ears of the bartender. We sit at a booth on the other side of the bar. I sit first, and he follows. He sits close to my body."
"I heard you went up to Washington." He starts the topic I knew this meeting would be about.
"I did."
"Why?"
"I had to see him with my own eyes." I answer.
"It's not safe, Monica." He looks into my eyes and I can see he cares very much for me.
"I know." I look away from him and down into my martini glass. "But nothing happened. He doesn't know I know what he has become."
"This is a dangerous time, Monica." The intensity in his hushed voice forces me to make eye contact with him. "Dangerous even for me."
"What do you mean?" His last sentence was filled with worry. I've never heard him speak like that.
"They got me. Made one just like me."
"You mean those Super Soldiers?" I whisper.
He nods his head and takes my martini glass out of my hand and sets it on the table. He takes my hand and holds it in his.
"No matter what happens, Monica, I don't want you to go back to Washington. Even if John does call for your help."
"Knowle, if he needs my help, I have-"
"Don't, Monica." Knowle Rohrer warns me and I can hear he has fear in his voice. A fear of what could happen to me. "It's not safe. Please listen to me."
"What about you?" I turn the subject on him. "What are you going to do? You can't go back to D.C., not after what you just said. If there's a Super Soldier there-"
"I'm laying low." He explains. "But I can't stay away. They want John too. They're close to him now because they got me. If I'm not there to interfere..." He shakes his head and I can see he's fearing the worse. "Then there will be no stopping them."
"They can't track you can they?"
"I wouldn't have come here if they could." He assures me. "You know I'd never put you in danger." He brings my hand up to his lips and gives it a gentle kiss that seems to wash a sense of safety over me.
"Will you be here long?"
"Just over night."
I barely closed my apartment door when I felt his warm breath on my neck, giving me gentle kisses. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body into his.
Somehow I manage to lock my door.
I turn around in his arms, coming face to face with him. I can see it in his eyes: this may be the last time I see him. He leans in and kisses me in a way I've never been kissed before. It's as if he's saying goodbye. My body becomes weak, I've never felt this way before.
His lips gently move down my neck and to my v-neck shirt. He kisses between my breasts and I feel his large hands explore under my shirt. His touch on my bare skin sends chills through my body. He kneels down in front of me, lifting my shirt. He kisses my bare stomach. He slowly returns to a standing position, pulling my shirt up with him and removing it from my body.
I barely have time to think before his mouth is on mine again. I shut my eyes, enjoying his touch. I think my hands are unbuttoning his shirt. He has me under his spell that I don't really care what's going on around me or what I'm doing, but before I know it, I feel his bare chest up against mine.
He pulls away from me and looks into my eyes. I'm surprised to see a tear fall down his check. I move my hand to wipe it away, then lean forward and kiss where the tear once was.
There's something he's not telling me. Is this going to be a reluctant end for us? I don't want to believe it, but deep down I know it has to be true. He needs to be safe and if vanishing without a trace is what he needs to do, I can't stop him. I wouldn't want to.
He picks me up in his arms and carries me to my bedroom where the night can be ours, even if this is our last night together.
Day barely breaks when I feel him lean down and kiss my forehead. My eyelids are heavy and I'm only slightly aware of what's going on.
I can hear him place a note on my nightstand. He's quiet, not wanting to wake me. I feel his warm hand touch mine and my eyes slowly open. He's looking down at me and sees I'm barely awake. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze and whispers:
"I love you."
He gives me a smile filled with sorrow. We both wish things were different, but there's nothing we can do.
He backs away from me, leaving reluctantly.
I can only hope our paths will meet again.
THE END.