Why the Face so Long? Is It Over? 1/1
Why the Face so Long? Is It Over? 1/1
Title: Why The Face so Long? Is It Over?
Fandom: The X-Files/Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Callie Torres/Dana Scully
Prompts: Callie/Scully, "who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars?"
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Author's Notes: Drabble. Completely AU. Kind of angsty. Requested by ubiquitousmixie . P.S: This was SUCH challenge for me. I enjoyed it, though. It was different. Definitely different. Hope you like it, doll.
Summary: Dana Scully has made up her mind. She and Callie have been together through med school and now, she's decided on a change.
For megan
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Callie wipes away a stray tear, then rests her elbow on her knee, which is raised as she's propped one foot on the cushioned seat positioned at her desk. She taps her index finger against her lips, an action that does nothing, except keep her mind away from the crying threatening to erupt from her at the moment.
"Say something." Dana says from across the room, where she's been standing guiltily against the wall, arms crossed protectively over her chest. She licks her lips and looks up briefly, averting her eyes momentarily but not being able to look away from the wounded form before her. But there's silence still and refuses to look at her, "You have to say something. Say anything."
"Well, fuck you. How's that?" The other woman mumbles bitterly, looking in the redhead's direction only for as long as it takes to deliver the sentence. There's no need to give her more than that. She doesn't deserve it.
"Well, that's a start--" Dana replies with a slight wrinkle of her forehead as she replies, hiding the immense hurt she's feeling. She's a military brat. But brat or not, she was raised to hide emotion until absolutely necessary. She sighs before drawing in a deep breath, "Look, this doesn't have to mean it's over. We can still see each other on weekends and--"
"We LIVE together, you want to suddenly divert to seeing each other during weekends and holidays? Where is this coming from, anyway? You've just finished med school, you want to train at Quantico? Just, out of the blue?" Her tone is disbelieving. Because she finds it hard to believe that Dana Katherine Scully would make any sort of decision on a whim. it takes her two hours to decide on a restaurant for dinner, suddenly changing career paths over night was definitely not in her character.
"It's not...diverting. And I've actually been thinking about this for a while now."
"Well, thanks for finally sharing with the class. You have a good time at the FBI academy..." Callie retorts sharply, jumping to her feet and heading towards their bedroom.
"Callie, please don't do this--"
She turns on her heel, suddenly, tears flooding, not being able to hold them back any longer, "No, you don't do this! You're willing to throw us away for---you should have told me about this! When the thought first popped into your head, you should have told me. We were supposed to be in this together.
Dana's chin quivers, her father's strict orders not to cry muffled by the image of the woman she loves crumbling before her, "It's--something I have to do. For me. Callie--" She steps closer, stopping short as the other woman holds her hand up, halting her, "--please, just understand."
"If you go, it will be over."
"Why?" She asks, pleadingly, tears in her eyes, "Why does it have to be that way?"
"Because I'd rather hurt now than wait while our relationship slowly disintegrates. I don't have the strength to wait for that to happen."
"It won't--"
"Yes, it will." She nods, brushing away more stubborn tears, her voice shaking as she continues, "You should--go. You should pack your things and go. I can't--look at you."
"Callie--" But she's gone behind the front door and she's left in an empty, newly furnished apartment. She sits on the couch, her head in her hands, crying silently for the life she's going to miss.
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Title: Why The Face so Long? Is It Over?
Fandom: The X-Files/Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Callie Torres/Dana Scully
Prompts: Callie/Scully, "who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars?"
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Author's Notes: Drabble. Completely AU. Kind of angsty. Requested by ubiquitousmixie . P.S: This was SUCH challenge for me. I enjoyed it, though. It was different. Definitely different. Hope you like it, doll.
Summary: Dana Scully has made up her mind. She and Callie have been together through med school and now, she's decided on a change.
For megan
##################
Callie wipes away a stray tear, then rests her elbow on her knee, which is raised as she's propped one foot on the cushioned seat positioned at her desk. She taps her index finger against her lips, an action that does nothing, except keep her mind away from the crying threatening to erupt from her at the moment.
"Say something." Dana says from across the room, where she's been standing guiltily against the wall, arms crossed protectively over her chest. She licks her lips and looks up briefly, averting her eyes momentarily but not being able to look away from the wounded form before her. But there's silence still and refuses to look at her, "You have to say something. Say anything."
"Well, fuck you. How's that?" The other woman mumbles bitterly, looking in the redhead's direction only for as long as it takes to deliver the sentence. There's no need to give her more than that. She doesn't deserve it.
"Well, that's a start--" Dana replies with a slight wrinkle of her forehead as she replies, hiding the immense hurt she's feeling. She's a military brat. But brat or not, she was raised to hide emotion until absolutely necessary. She sighs before drawing in a deep breath, "Look, this doesn't have to mean it's over. We can still see each other on weekends and--"
"We LIVE together, you want to suddenly divert to seeing each other during weekends and holidays? Where is this coming from, anyway? You've just finished med school, you want to train at Quantico? Just, out of the blue?" Her tone is disbelieving. Because she finds it hard to believe that Dana Katherine Scully would make any sort of decision on a whim. it takes her two hours to decide on a restaurant for dinner, suddenly changing career paths over night was definitely not in her character.
"It's not...diverting. And I've actually been thinking about this for a while now."
"Well, thanks for finally sharing with the class. You have a good time at the FBI academy..." Callie retorts sharply, jumping to her feet and heading towards their bedroom.
"Callie, please don't do this--"
She turns on her heel, suddenly, tears flooding, not being able to hold them back any longer, "No, you don't do this! You're willing to throw us away for---you should have told me about this! When the thought first popped into your head, you should have told me. We were supposed to be in this together.
Dana's chin quivers, her father's strict orders not to cry muffled by the image of the woman she loves crumbling before her, "It's--something I have to do. For me. Callie--" She steps closer, stopping short as the other woman holds her hand up, halting her, "--please, just understand."
"If you go, it will be over."
"Why?" She asks, pleadingly, tears in her eyes, "Why does it have to be that way?"
"Because I'd rather hurt now than wait while our relationship slowly disintegrates. I don't have the strength to wait for that to happen."
"It won't--"
"Yes, it will." She nods, brushing away more stubborn tears, her voice shaking as she continues, "You should--go. You should pack your things and go. I can't--look at you."
"Callie--" But she's gone behind the front door and she's left in an empty, newly furnished apartment. She sits on the couch, her head in her hands, crying silently for the life she's going to miss.
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