From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 10 Jun 2001 09:15:32 -0000
Subject: Half light by Nurse_owens
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Title: Half light

Author: Nurse Owens

Summary: post-existence fluff.

Spoilers: all of season eight.

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Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue man.

Author's notes: I also 'hid' some episode 
titles in here, find them if you can!


****Half light******



She lay in the half-light of her familiar bedroom, 
exhausted yet strangely exhilarated and unable to 
sleep.  Her every sense felt sharpened as she lay, 
a passive receiver of the sensations that brushed 
against her senses.  Most acutely she felt the 
warmth of his embrace as he lay beside her.  He 
encircled her with his arms, one hand resting at 
her stomach, the other on her arm.  It was an 
embrace that conveyed to her not only love, but 
also protection.  She did not think she had ever 
felt so safe and secure in her life.  As she relaxed 
against him she could feel his heart beating 
in his chest and she heard the soft breathing 
that came only from someone sleeping a deep 
and dreamless sleep. 

As she lay beside him her mind cast back to 
the last time he had help her in an embrace 
such as this one.  That was not born out of 
love and contentment, but of fear and 
foreboding.  He had curled up next to her 
in that hotel room in Oregon, but it was 
an action that had its origins in fear.  
His fear that she was going to be taken away 
from him, by some unknown assailant, either 
from within or from without.  She had also 
been fearful that night, when he spoke of 
ending their partnership.  She lay in the 
half-light of that room unable to formulate 
a response, some words that would take back 
what he had said.  None had been forthcoming 
and they had laid there in a grotesque brooding silence, 
until she succumbed to sleep.  She suspected 
that he had lain awake all night listening to 
her breathe, fuelled by the fear that he might 
loose her.  It was ironic when she considered 
that less than 48 hours later she had lost him.  
He had been spirited away as if he had never 
existed in the first place.

She had feared then that a moment such as this 
would never come, that she would be doomed to 
lie alone reliving that moment forever.  Now 
though they had the chance to make their moments 
together count, to make a thousand more that she 
could reflect on as she lay in soft light.  

She listened to his soft sigh breathing, mingled 
with that of William laying a few feet away from 
her in a Moses basket and she knew he had been 
right.  Their partnership was over as far as the 
x-files was concerned.  She could not imagine a 
moment more perfect than this.  They had lost 
and gained enough, the future was someone 
else's to fight.