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Musings Of A Cigarette Smoking Woman by Agent L
Summary: Two women await the birth of a baby.
From: lhoward388@aol.com Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2001 11:43:17 EDT Subject: xfc: Musings of a Cigarette-Smoking Woman (1 of 1) Source: xfc Title: Musings of a Cigarette-Smoking Woman Author: Agent L Classification: V Rating: G Spoilers: Essence/Existence Distribution: Anywhere, as long as my name is attached. Disclaimer: To Chris Carter, David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Fox, and now Robert Patrick: I know they're not mine, and no money, gifts or even chocolate would be expected or accepted for this. Summary: Two women await the birth of a baby. Author's Notes: I would like to think Monica Reyes is more intelligent than 1013 has portrayed her so far. Feedback: Yes, please! LHoward388@aol.com Whale songs. I can't believe I just sang whale songs to Agent Scully, who is now looking at me as if she's considering taking her chances with Billy Miles. How can she sit there so calm and composed when she's about to have a baby -- her first baby, no less -- in the middle of nowhere? I assumed when John told me about this place that there would at least be electricity and indoor plumbing. Instead, we walked into a dark, dusty shack, barely fit for a cat to have kittens. I felt like screaming, "I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies!" as I turned to Dana, expecting to see my own fear reflected in her eyes. Instead, I saw clarity and determination, and while I stood staring, she grabbed a rusty bucket and headed for the water pump. Of course her burst of energy didn't last long. After about twenty minutes she was curled up in the corner, exhausted by the emotional and physical stress of the past few hours. I just kept cleaning, propelled by my own anxiety, doing the best I could with icy water, a few smelly rags and a sparsely bristled broom. Some old sheets and candles lay like hidden treasure in the bottom of one of the cobwebbed cabinets. Thank heaven this wasn't one of the weeks I'd decided to quit smoking, and my lighter rested snugly in my jacket pocket. Dana was impressed with my meager efforts, or perhaps just desperate to make the best of a bad situation. I felt like we were both smiling so hard our jaws would crack as she looked around the dingy room as if it were the Beverly Hills Hotel. But despite her outward calm, I could feel the fear humming just below the surface and in an attempt to keep her distracted I started to babble about the whale songs. She mentioned her sister and I hoped we had found a safe topic to discuss -- growing up together, wearing hand-me-downs, sibling rivalry, perhaps -- but then I found out her sister had died. "It was a terrible time." The simple statement held layers of unhealed pain, regret and guilt. But I feel that Dana has seen more than her share of terrible times, and perhaps the accumulated learning will bring her through this. After all, birth is perfectly natural, a part of the endless cycle of life, a knowledge deeper than our own memories, as ancient as the whale songs. Perhaps the process is a genetic memory, instinctive in all of us -- the body takes over and performs the ritual whether the mother is in a nice, safe hospital or crouched down in a rice field. Then I see a flash of color outside the grimy window and the fear comes back, choking me even as I move toward the door and pull out my gun. This is no ordinary birth. I had forgotten for the moment that there are those who do not value this life-to-be, who see a threat in the simple fact of its existence. Perhaps we have not advanced that far from the birth of another special child 2,000 years ago. We still fear the very heavens we are supposed to have explored and conquered. We still would rather destroy what we cannot understand than try to learn from it. And as I stand here in this dusty square, my heart threatening to leap out of my throat, I feel sorry not just for the child about to be born here, but for the millions of lives coming into this world at this very moment. It is a terrible time. The End
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