From: trust.no.one@thebullpen.us
Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2005 00:09:58 -0400
Subject: [atxc-pi] NEW: The Smell of Betrayal (0/1)
Source: atxc

Title: The Smell of Betrayal 
Author: The X-Pig 
Author Email: trust.no.one@thebullpen.us 
Status: NEW - Standalone 
Size: 0k 
Rating: PG 
Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer/Ephemeral 
Category: Vignette , UST, Angst 
Pairings: Mulder/Scully UST 
Spoilers: The End, FTF, The Beginning 

Summary: Even emotions have a scent 
 
The Smell of Betrayal 
by The X-Pig 
trust.no.one@thebullpen.us 
 
Part 1
Please see part 0 (template) for warnings and summary.

Disclaimer: My operational level of punishment and reward for Moose and
Squirrel has granted  me certain rights. I am here now to enforce those rights. 
They will be returned to CC and FOX in  one piece, although they might be
slightly bruised.

A/N: I blame the Declaration of Independence and the internet for this. This is 
a beta free zone,  so all mistakes are mine alone.

--XX--

Smoke and ash, water and melted steel; gasoline and ice, gunpowder and blood;
fear and sweat,  piss and liquor, all mean the same thing. Years ago, if
someone had told me emotions had their  own smell; I would have looked at them
like they were crazy. 

Now it's different. Betrayal has a distinct odor to it, a smell that turns my
stomach and drives a  spike through my brain. 

Betrayal smells like a fire-gutted basement office, my life's work reduced to
soggy ashes. The  sharp tang of burned steel seared itself into my memory that
night, tempered by hazy smoke.

Betrayal smells like murder inside a black sedan, a man's brains splattered
across my face as I  watched. The fiery glow of a car bomb etched into my mind, 
simmered in gasoline.

Betrayal smells like glacial ice, a hopeless journey undertaken out of loyalty. 
The feel of her cold  skin always a moment's recall away, blazing in
unreality.

Betrayal smells like a quaking coward, my future held in his weak hands. The
taste of his sweat  lingering on my tongue, swathed in bravado.

Betrayal smells like a late night binge, my self-debasement given free reign.
The sound of piss  on the wall haunts my dreams, dignity thrown away.

On the other hand...

Love smells like a long car ride through the country, Scully sleeping in the
passenger seat. The  feel of her breathing gives me strength, bathed in
serenity.

--XX--

fin




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