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prompt: star
word count: 158
rating: PG
/046. Star.
In the office late, Scully pours another cup of coffee as she pores over another fat manila file. Mulder sits at his desk, socked feet crossed at the ankle, humming tunelessly.
His lashes cast shifting blue shadows across his face, like the purest things that are somehow clearer in the half-light. He needs something substantial to give her, steel in his palm so he can hold it up and say "here it is; the real thing".
Her pale eyes regard him through the dusk and Mulder yens to trace with his fingers along her jaw, the shade of flush blooming there for the cold. One more sleepless night, one more tireless day, as if he can outrun the cancer in her, cure her by sheer force of will. Scully must not be another casualty of his foolishness.
He would pull a star from heaven to hang around her neck, so she could wear it close to her heart.
8/19/08