Author: Folieadeux
Rating: Um, R for language, maybe.
Category: UST, Vignette, M POV
Distribution: Sure, as long as these headers stay intact. Drop me
a note, please. I like to visit.
Feedback: Hell yeah.
Spoilers: Red and the Black
Summary: tsk tsk - just read it.
Disclaimer: Fox and 1013 - chill. Not sellin'
Summary: Written for Haven's 310 words of UST challenge.
Not beta'd, sorry. Did you know that I like feedback in the form
of beta? Now you do.

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He desperately needed out of this fucking building. His long
strides carried him swiftly towards the front doors, out through
the sunlit panels, onto the well manicured front lawn of the
clinic. He quickly pulled oxygen into his lungs and tried to
expel it without hurling a filthy river of obscenities at
unsuspecting passers-by. His fingers clawed into the flesh of his
hips in an attempt to keep himself from flailing his arms in some
grown up version of a temper tantrum.

What have I done? How could I have been so stupid? She could have
been killed. She nearly was.

He walked quickly towards some unknown destination unaware of the
looks he was receiving from startled pedestrians. He tried not to
notice the dull pain in his hand from her iron grip.

Her face was too exposed, too full of fear. That's not what
Scully looks like, that isn't her face. And her voice, her voice
is steady and calm, not shrill and panicked. She must have felt
that thing in her neck all week and she never said anything. Why
didn't she say anything? Because I wouldn't believe it, that's
why. Because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself, embarrassed
at what a fool I've become, to notice there was something wrong
with her.

Coming to a stop mid stride he doubled over to rest his hands on
his knees. He half wondered if he was going to throw up, or maybe
just pass out from hyperventilation. He closed his eyes and tried
to avoid seeing that bridge in his minds eye. Tried not to
remember the smell of those poor people, the horrible yelling,
and that copper hair. He'd felt certain she would be on that
bridge, alone, without him.

Did you reach for me then, Scully? Were you looking for help and
I wasn't there?


THE END

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