From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 8 Oct 2001 01:54:52 -0000 Subject: Idle Seconds and Sudden Storms by Becka F. Source: direct Reply To: xfgurl@hotmail.com Title: Idle Seconds and Sudden Storms Author: Becka F. Classification: VR Rating: G Spoilers: Existence Keywords: Summary: She knew she should have never let them go. Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I wish they were. I'm only using them for my own sick and twisted reasons. Please don't sue. (You won't get much!) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Idle Seconds and Sudden Storms ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She knew she should have never let them go. Her heart began to pound furiously, and she could feel that familiar fear rising in her chest. She began to pace around the room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her fingernails shot into her mouth, and almost immediately what was once a decent manicure was nothing more than patches of uneven nail fragments, bitten dangerously close to the cuticle. A ripple of thunder erupted outside, and sent a chill through her entire body. She shivered, knowing that they were out there, and knowing there was nothing she could do about it. She thought about going out there herself to look for them. But she soon realized that this would be a futile mission, and cursed herself for being so damn impulsive. She would just have to wait. She glanced at the clock for about the thousandth time and cursed the second hand for its lethargic attempt at keeping normal time. Were seconds always this long? She stood at the window and looked down, squinting at the droplets of rain teaming down from the skies and hitting the pavement at a speed that could only be gained by momentum. She swayed along with the trees, bullied by the harsh wind that seemed to suddenly come out of nowhere. Much like this storm. Out of nowhere. She felt foolish for getting so emotional. She didn't emotional. She stayed strong. She remained firm. But this was different. This was them. Suddenly, a noise. Was it that sound she'd been waiting for so long to hear? The door handle turning? She inwardly applauded her excellent hearing and shot into the foyer, wanting so desperately for that handle to turn and that door to swing open. She stopped dead in her tracks when the apartment door remained idle. She blinked a couple times; listening, unmoving, unfeeling. She held her breath in her chest, and let it out in a disappointed exhale when she realized she had just been hearing things. "Damn it," she mumbled, and felt her face turn a slight shade of pink, as though the entire world had witnessed her little blunder. "Where are you?" she wondered aloud, turning on her heel and taking a couple uneasy steps back toward the window overlooking the ominous grey sky. She had no sooner returned to her windowside vigil when she got her reply. "We're home," came a familiar voice, and she almost had to pinch herself to make sure she was actually hearing what she was hearing. At an almost inhuman speed, she hurled herself back into the foyer and felt her heart skip into her throat. When she caught sight of them, it was all she could do not to burst into tears. Instead, she threw herself into his sodden chest and wrapped her hands around the tiny wet bundle in his arms. She ignored the fact that she was completely consumed by water, and drenched in mere seconds as she held them as tight as she possibly could. She could feel his whole body shake as he chuckled. "We're glad to see you too, Scully." She laughed and cried at the same time, coming off sounding like she had a really bad case of the hiccups. But she didn't care. They were home. She slowly pulled away from him, and he caught sight of her watery eyes and relieved expression. He smiled knowingly as he went about the task of unbundling his baby son from his soggy raincoat, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. Droplets of water that were perched on the tips of his hair flew off and trickled down his face. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and playfully flicked them at her. She blinked and giggled as she tried to shield herself from the shower. Everything in the world was right again. Her world, anyway. She grazed her little boy's damp cheek softly with the back of her hand grasped her partner's hand firmly in hers. It would get better. She knew it would. Mulder seemed to know what she thought, like he always did, and he squeezed her hand in reassurance. But she swore on everything she had, that was the last time she would let them go out on a cloudy day. For a while. Without her, anyway. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Feedback? I live for it:) Drop me a line at ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*