Author: monicaxrohrer
Date: October 31, 2006
Distribution: Don't Not Believe, Master Sergeant and XFMU. Anyone else, please ask.
Rating: PG
Category: Rohrer/Reyes
Timeline: Post-NIHT2
Spoilers: 9x02 "Nothing Important Happened Today II"
Beta: None.
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: Reyes tries to help Rohrer hold on to what remains of his humanity.
Author's Note: This is the first story of a series I call "Human Connection", which deals with Knowle transforming into a Super Soldier. Enjoy!
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Knowle Rohrer enters his dark apartment and shuts the door. He's soaked from head to toe as he goes into his living room and sits on his couch. He looks down at his hands; the blood has washed away by the salty water.
He slowly strips off his wet, black long sleeve shirt and from the streetlight casting in through the blinds he can see the bullet wounds slowly healing themselves.
Why the hell is this happening to him? Is this the government's sick way of thanking him for the hard dedicated work he did in the Marine Corps?
A quiet knock on his door catches his attention. He freezes on his couch. He knows that knock, its her knock.
Why does she continue to come to him? She knows what he is. She knows that he is a government killing machine, and soon he'll lose all human connection.
Her gentle knock comes again and Knowle raises his massive six foot four body from the couch. He reaches his door and looks out the peephole into the dim hallway.
As if she knows he's looking, her beautiful dark eyes look up towards the peephole.
He opens the door, not sure how to explain himself to her. Hell, he doesn't even know why she's here after what she witnessed tonight.
"You're the last person I expected to see." He says bluntly.
"May I come in?" Monica Reyes asks.
Knowle steps to the side and she enters, taking off her coat as she walks. She turns to face him as he shuts the door. He looks at her as she gently moves a loose strand of her raven hair behind her ear.
"What are you doing here, Monica?" He doesn't understand why she would come to him after what she saw tonight.
"I just wanted to see you." She smiles her beautiful smile.
"Monica..." He shakes his head in confusion. "Why do you come to me? Especially after what happened tonight. You know what I am, and now you've seen what I'm capable-."
She comes up to him and presses her index finger gently on his warm lips.
"I know what you are, Knowle." She says softly. "I come here because I see your human side, the man that you were, and the man that you are. No matter what the government did to you, you'll always have the memories of your life and of who you really are. They can't take that away from you."
"John Doggett would like to see me destroyed, yet here you are, trying to keep what little human connection I have within me."
"John Doggett has a narrow mind." She explains. "He sees you on the surface levels √ the surface the government made you to be. He sees you as a killer, as someone who has betrayed him. A machine programmed to kill."
"But you don't." He states.
She smiles.
"I don't." She replies. "I see you as a man who was misled by the government which he honorably served and trusted. I see you as a man who has a heart. They can never take that from you if you don't want them to."
"Yes they can." He matches her optimism with harsh reality. "Tonight, on the dock, I couldn't stop myself from trying to crush John's skull in. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Monica, the day will come when I won't be able to think for myself. It could happen tomorrow or a month from now. But it'll happen." He looks deeply into her eyes. "You're my last remaining human connection, and I don't ever want to lose that."
"Then hold onto what we have for as long as you can." Her optimism returns, and she wraps her arms around his neck. "This may be a losing battle Knowle, but we'll never know if we give up now."
He looks down at her. His lips mere centimeters from hers.
"I love you." He whispers as he wraps his arms around her fragile body.
"I love you, too."
She presses her mouth gently to his and he pulls her closer to him. He's careful with his strength, knowing now what he's capable of. He can feel her love for him as their passion grows.
As much as he wants to hang onto the thin threads of what remain of his humanity, he can feel everything coming to an end.
Tonight may very well be the end of his human connection.
THE END.