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Left Standing by Maidenjedi (155 word version)
Summary: When the world ends, you have to find comfort in those left standing. Mulder/Reyes, comfort, post-col, 155 words. Response to the Harem Medie's Birthday Challenge.
TITLE: Left Standing - 155 Words
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KEYWORDS: Mulder/Reyes comfort, post-col
SPOILERS: The Truth, oblique reference to Amor Fati
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, thank you very much.
SUMMARY: When the world ends, you have to
find comfort in those left standing.
A birthday fic for Medie.
Author's Notes at the end.
Somewhere behind her lay a dead man and a dead boy.
Somewhere behind him lay a dead woman.
Ripped at the seams, the world in which they'd met
had finally succumbed. And few were left standing.
Mulder didn't mean to kiss her.
The ghosts of dead lovers and dead children were
silenced. Mulder was taken back to a place he'd
once dreamed of. In the traitor's stead, this
late friend who tasted faintly of cigarette smoke
and who (he'd been told) made whale sounds to
calm down. Dark hair. He used to love dark hair.
Monica didn't mean to kiss him. She missed her
dog person. Her mind screamed at her for kissing
a dead woman's love. He the quest, he the holy grail.
The child was dead but his father was very much
alive. So said the press of his hips against hers.
Tired and dirty but alive.
The mission, to go on living.
A/N: There is more here, and I might try to write
it. Whoa Nelly, and another 'ship in my pocket.
A birthday fic for Medie, by way of Azar and
Dedicated to her and to the Harem Wives (they know
And to my muse, who also knows why.
Feedback/criticism always welcome at email@example.com
"And that while the things that actually happened to you would invariably disappoint, the things that never happened to you would never dim, never fade. They'd always be engraved on your heart with sort of a sweet sadness to them." - Wilder, DC