Title: Sharing Stars
Category: MSR
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Requiem...
Summary: Scully's bedtime ruminations.
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"When two heavenly bodies glow
All the stars agree
A planet might be born
> Maybe even a galaxy

And in the morning
They don't say good-bye
But with a kiss
They blend into the sky
Oh, they're smiling
'Cause they're in love
The man in the moon is smiling
'Cause he's in love with the girl in the world"

~Harry Connick Jr. from 'Heavenly'~

Sharing Stars
By xenoprobe

She wishes she could touch him again. The difference between touching and feeling is vast right now. It is strange because she * can * feel him, in her mind, in her belly, deep, deep inside. But she cannot reach out to him and touch his skin.

She dreams of running her small hands over his face, his closed eyes and sly smile. She remembers that all too clearly. She is torn inside- grief, loss, joy and mystery swirl around in her. Each bright colour of emotion becoming murky and brown as they combine together. She cannot fathom when she will satisfy this need to touch next. He is gone. Mulder is gone.

Her hand falls to the soft swell of her growing tummy and she caresses it with as much love as Mulder has ever shown her. She knows how much he would love this, touching her like this. His hands are so much larger than hers and she imagines them covering hers as they share the sensation of the kicks and hiccups of their unborn child.

She allows herself the freedom of tears. She cannot hold them in these days, everything overwhelms her now. But when she closes her eyes and cries into her pillow, she can hear the call of his voice. She imagines him there, smoothing away her fears with his hands on her back- with reverent kisses in her hair.

She calls his name into the twilight. Mulder. She questions everything. Everything. What would he do in her place? He'd never stop searching, he'd never sleep, he'd never lose hope. She is ashamed that she cannot fight with his strength. She has employed everyone in the hunt though. All aspects are covered and that eases a tiny part of her that still wishes she could offer more.

So, in the night she sits or cries for a while, wishing she could touch and be touched. She wishes that feeling him as she does could somehow translate into something real, tactile. She stands by the window, looking up at the moon; it's smiling at her. She smiles back weakly.

"Come home." She whispers then turns to slip into her bed. She leaves the curtains open wide to the night sky. She smiles, knowing that at least they share the stars.

FIN