From: DANAScu11y Date sent: Mon, 2 Mar 1998 22:31:01 EST To: xff-atxc@chaos.taylored.com Subject: Dispossession (1/1) by: Darling DANA Dispossession By: Darling DANA Address: DANAScu11y@aol.com (those are ones, not Ls) Summary: SHORT answer to the Anniversary story challenge. Category: VA - H? Maybe. You decide. Disclaimer: Don't own these guys. If I did, they'd prolly be in Barbados right now, as opposed to where they ARE....All rights to Chris Carter, DD, GA, 1013....etc etc. The End. Notes: at the end. *********** "God I miss her..." The man leaned back in the airplane seat, shifting uncomfortably in the severely limited space. His legs always seemed to get tangled together, no matter which position he was in. Running his hand through his tousled hair, he sighed resignedly and slumped low in the seat. It had been a year since she was ripped away from him. Taken from his side in a brutal and mindless matter. Disembodied voices promised that it was for the best, that she was going to a better place. But he had refused to believe it. He screamed for her when they took her away, his last memory of her distorted by a haze of pain. So much pain. He looked to his right, where she would usually be. Comforting him with her silent presence, a force that kept him balanced. Made him strong. Completed him. Flexing his fingers, he itched to touch the empty space, hoping all at once that she'd be there. Instead he gripped the armrest and forced his eyes shut, trying to forget. Images of her flitted through his mind. Helping him shave, gentle and strong then Gently caressing his face afterwards, checking her handiwork. He saw her easing the muscles in his neck, gently kneading away the knots. He remembered her gently toweling his hair, stripping away his clothing, lifting a glass of wine to his lips...every insignificant function she had performed through their years together. God, he had loved her. Needed her. Like he needed his left leg, or even his thumb. The plane touched down gently and the passengers began bustling around in overhead bins, searching for their carry-on bags. And for one brief moment, he imagined her there at his side. Making him whole. A wry half-grin crept onto his face, and he even allowed himself to chuckle. But his comfort was shattered in an instant, when he threw his bag over his shoulder, and it slid unhindered to the floor. Krycek stared down at the floor, surprised, then looked down to the empty space where his beloved arm had once hung faithfully by his side. The arm that, at one time, would have caught the slipping bag. He felt the sorrow, again, remembering the night in the woods where he had last seen her. And among the bustling travelers in the busy airplane, he wept. End (1/1) ********** Notes: Don't mean to disrespect the Rat or anything. But you won't believe how fun it is for me to mess him up, roll him around, knock him down...you get the idea.