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You just don't know.
The planet could be toast tomorrow, colonists and rebels bringing their
skirmish here. And D.C.'s no place to die. So you and the Brit catch a
red-eye flight, him holding the leash, you half pawn/half partner. Stars
wink beyond the window but your mind's on Marita, why the hell she'd
turn. There was nothing to be gained, everything to lose.
Why?
The Brit half-dozes, fitful, beside you. When you land, there's no talk
of strategy; humans are mere insects on this battlefield. Gray
countryside streams past the limo while your pulse ticks minutes and
reasons, searching for answers. The air's way too thin.
The Brit's walls are lined with pictures--family. He sighs into his
Scotch and lingers, looking. You turn away. In the silence by the
window, sunlight sears a streak along your jaw. Behind closed eyes you
see a ragged child, a mountain you once climbed, your mother's eyes.
(end)
Author: bardsmaid
Archive: Yes, but please keep my headers attached and let me know where
it is
Spoilers: The Red and the Black
Rating: worksafe
Classification: Post-ep vignette, 155 words
Summary: Waiting for the world to end, WMM and Krycek go in search of
serenity.
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters are the creations of Chris Carter and
1013 Productions; no infringement is intended.
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