Snippet: TXF, "Not the One"
A snippet. TXF. Not as good, I think, as Melymbrosia's Not Stupid. And yes, and excuse to not be working on 3 things simmering on the stove. Unbeta'd and not going anywhere.
He bought her a 'Get Well Soon' card every time she ended up in the hospital. He cut a monster from her neck.
He swore he would find her partner.
He's shut down four conversations now, in the bullpen, speculating on the father of her child. The fourth one ended with Agent Krabbe laying half on, half off the papers scattered over Agent Wilson's desk, blood flowing free across Krabbe's lip and his left eye beginning to swell shut and the silence so thick across the room that you could hear the windows shudder in the wind. The sting of his knuckles surprised him almost as much as the startled looks on the watching faces.
Four was the magic number. No one brings up the subject in his presence anymore. They don't even mention that Agent Scully is one of the prettiest women in a GS pay grade.
Any fool could see that she's an attractive woman. Even he can see her beauty increasing, almost daily, as the child grows.
He buys extra desserts in the little roadside diners - bowls of ice cream, thick wedges of homemade pie, fresh berries crusted with white sugar. He waits until she eats these offerings. Even with the extra weight, she's too thin.
She is intelligent, determined, and suffers no fools. She has unbent enough to eat the desserts without arguing, so long as he never suggests she should eat more.
He has her back, and he's beginning to understand that the incoming fire may come from any direction. He'll watch over her. He rarely looks directly at her; his eyes stay on the exits, the approaches, the strangers around them.
He knows it's not his eyes she wants, watching her glow.
He bought her a 'Get Well Soon' card every time she ended up in the hospital. He cut a monster from her neck.
He swore he would find her partner.
He's shut down four conversations now, in the bullpen, speculating on the father of her child. The fourth one ended with Agent Krabbe laying half on, half off the papers scattered over Agent Wilson's desk, blood flowing free across Krabbe's lip and his left eye beginning to swell shut and the silence so thick across the room that you could hear the windows shudder in the wind. The sting of his knuckles surprised him almost as much as the startled looks on the watching faces.
Four was the magic number. No one brings up the subject in his presence anymore. They don't even mention that Agent Scully is one of the prettiest women in a GS pay grade.
Any fool could see that she's an attractive woman. Even he can see her beauty increasing, almost daily, as the child grows.
He buys extra desserts in the little roadside diners - bowls of ice cream, thick wedges of homemade pie, fresh berries crusted with white sugar. He waits until she eats these offerings. Even with the extra weight, she's too thin.
She is intelligent, determined, and suffers no fools. She has unbent enough to eat the desserts without arguing, so long as he never suggests she should eat more.
He has her back, and he's beginning to understand that the incoming fire may come from any direction. He'll watch over her. He rarely looks directly at her; his eyes stay on the exits, the approaches, the strangers around them.
He knows it's not his eyes she wants, watching her glow.