Halrloprillalar   prillalar@gmail.com   http://prillalar.com/

April 10, 1999

RATING: PG13.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Files. No spoilers.

SUMMARY: A sketch of Spender. Scully.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013, Fox, not me.


I DREAM OF SCULLY
by Halrloprillalar - prillalar@gmail.com

I can't say that I like her much. Too hard, too cold. Too
self-absorbed. Too much swallowed up by Mulder to do me a simple
favour.

My mother likes her. My mother likes him too. How galling that I
care.

Really, I don't like her at all. I don't like her power suits and
power attitude. I don't like the way she says my name. I don't like
the look behind her eyes that says she knows just what kind of worm
I am. Even if I know that myself.

I don't like her, but at night I dream and dream of her. In my
mind, unhinged by sleep, she's soft and warm and caring. She's free
and easy and all the pain has leaked out of her eyes. And when she
says my name, she sighs it against my lips while my arms hold her
close. We're happy and everything will be all right.

The dreams fade when I open my eyes to the nightmare of day. When
next I see her, I begin to remember and feel like I should blush.

I don't like her much, in daylight. I don't like myself. At night,
in dreams, we're what we should have been and all that's in our
eyes is happiness. And then I wake.

I think she dyes her hair.

F I N I S

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