“A Moment’s Peace”
By Isis Bastet

Description: Scully Angst Vignette.
Summary: A midnight snack prompts a pregnant Scully to ponder her loss of Mulder.
Disclaimer: Scully, and The X-Files are property of Chris Carter and Fox - no copyright infringement intended.
All feedback is greatly appreciated at: Isis_Bastet@excite.com

Scully threw down her bag and left it to rot on her sofa along with the remains of her club sandwich. It had been her first of anything with “the works” since college. Her hair felt dry and stiff, her back ached, and if she stood still for long enough she could still hear the babies crying in the deli.

She sighed loudly in the night air, and closed her eyes, helpless to stop the visions of the babies’ wide-open mouths that crept through her dark lids. The thick smell of spicy salami on her clothes screamed a rude reminder to the mess that lay nearby. She pried open one of her eyes to glare disdainfully at the discarded food, with its wilted lettuce peeking out at the sides, searching for comfort. Its pathetic pallor revealed it to be a day old, unlike the meats and cheeses, which refused to tell their secrets.

At times Scully wished she were like the lettuce instead of the meats. She often thought it to be more of a curse than a gift to be able to deftly cover the heavy bags under her eyes with makeup, and to feign walking smoothly when her feet throbbed in agony. She mused that being as a piece of meat left you home alone on Saturday night, longing for a companion to rub your body until aches are felt no more.

The pain soon went from physical to emotional, as she realized the cause of her irritability. Scully wanted more than anything for Mulder to walk in and envelope her in a hug that surprised her when it ended. She wanted to hear the throaty softness of his voice, and the clear green eyes that danced with mischief when he talked. Perhaps even more she wanted company for her odd insatiable pregnant cravings and for the moments when a shared look would have turned an annoying baby’s cry into a memorable smile of suppressed laughter.

Scully wearily pulled herself into her bedroom with not enough energy to force her customary sigh. As she reached her bed she allowed herself the simply luxury of flexing her feet among the soft carpet, her skin feeling wild and safe against those silky fibers, devoid of any constraints. Her shoes sat a safe distance away, cold hard reminders of the world to which she would have to return. Now she rested, lying back against the comforter and relishing the warm glow of lamp on her bedside table.

Scully turned her head stiffly to the side, letting her cheek lull against her pillow. Her eyes studied the glossy photo on her table whose every reflection she knew so well. Mulder’s eyes appeared young and melodious, seeming to catch the soft flickers of light. She wondered if when she got him back, if she got him back, his eyes would still have the hint of mystery she had grown so accustomed to.

His scent filled her nostrils, and for a moment she felt soothed. The thought of his arms wrapping tightly around her sent her into a dreamy state of relaxation. Scully sighed for the second time that night, content with the impression of his person upon her mind. She thought she could almost hear the low pitch of his voice and feel his fingers upon her arms.

And for a moment, she believed it to be true.

The End.

Isis Bastet

IsisBastet@excite.com

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"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the
rational mind is a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honors the
servant and has forgotten the gift."
- Albert Einstein
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