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Common Sense by Langleigh
Summary: Reyes reacts to seeing her old flame. Follmer/Reyes.

Title: Common Sense

Author: Langleigh

Disclaimers: The X-Files, it's characters, concepts and theories are
not mine. They're owned by richer people than me, so please don't
sue. You won't get much.

Category: VR

Key Words: Reyes, Follmer, Reyes pov, UST

Archiving: Ephemeral, Gossamer, Julie (put it where you want it.),
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Spoilers: Nothing Important Happened Today

Rating: PG

Summary: Reyes reacts to seeing her old flame


"Common Sense"

I don't know what I was thinking--calling Brad up and asking him to
meet me at the bar. I must have totally lost my marbles because he's
acting like I'm his property. Which I am not.

I've seen that look on his face before: the one he got when he told
me I should stay away from the X-Files and John. That look he used
to get when we were seeing each other and and he thought some other
guy was bird-dogging me. No, I know better than to think this was
about the X-Files or even John's investigation. It was all about me.

Me and John...

Me and Brad...

Sometimes I wish there wasn't a "me and Brad." Yes, we had some
great times. Brad is an exceptional lover and a lot of fun to be
with when he isn't being a prick, but I didn't realize how getting
involved with him would impact my life. I simply couldn't see past
his gorgeous eyes and sexy accent. I let that accent sweet talk me
into believing our relationship would be nothing more than a harmless
fling that needn't interfere with our jobs. Sadly, it did, and
when we parted ways, I got sent to New Orleans and went back to D.C.
as if nothing happened between us.

That was two years ago, and now it looks he wants to pick up where we
left off. Every time I see him, he has lust in his eyes, and I know
he still wants me in his bed. A part of me-- a *small* part of me--
still wants that too. As much as I'd hate to admit it, I'm still
attracted to him. Just seeing him made my pulse race.


If I had any common sense at all, I would walk away now. How easy it
would be to bow out of John's investigation and go back to New
Orleans, putting half the country between me and Assistant Director
Brad Follmer. But to do that, I'd have to ignore the feeling that
I'm needed here in D.C.--needed for something other than warming Brad
Follmer's bed.

John needs me now more than ever, and I get the feeling that Dana
does, too. She was on the verge of telling me something when Brad
interrupted us with his impression of a dog staking out his rivals
territory. I kind of hope she'll still tell me.

So, there it is: I can't leave. I can't run from Brad or the
feelings I still have for him. So I'll stay, and I'll be damned if
his sweet, sexy voice is going to make act on those feelings. Not
this time.

(the end)