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How would you go about scaring someone?
Lay all you want on me
I'll be your whipping boy
-Train, "Whipping Boy"
When I was in my junior year of college, my father was killed in an ambush. He and a couple of his team members were responding to a distress call and there were a bunch of gang members lying in wait. Things got out of control, they got pinned down, and my dad decided to step up and buy his colleagues time to save themselves. Essentially he sacrificed himself to protect the people he worked with. He was shot to death.
There was a case that was handed to my partner and I a little more than six years ago. An investment banker had disappeared in Mexico and hadn't come back. We were working with the field office in Texas and we were supposed to go down into Mexico that night, after dinner. But I got food poisoning. John stayed with me, taking care of me. Then once I fell asleep...he went without me. Alone.
He...
They got to him. The people we were looking for. Somehow they were able to give people amnesia, and they took his memory from him. He was missing for two weeks. Down there with no idea of who he was.
When Agent Reyes and I found him he had no idea who he was. Who I was. Who any of us were. It didn't help that the mobsters and their corrupt cops were on to us too, and they were going to kill us. We'd tried to escape in this bus, but it had overturned and they'd surrounded us. The three of us were stuck there, and my partner, the man I turn to when I'm scared? Didn't even really know who I was. I knew somebody had to do something, and I thought of my father. I thought at least I could go down on my feet, protecting someone I loved. So I tossed my jacket, checked my gun, and I was moving into position to break cover.
Dad told me I was doing the right thing. I felt a sense of calm come over me. But Monica told me not to. And when I looked back in John's eyes? I saw fear. He barely knew who I was, and he was afraid for me. He didn't want me to do it, either. The idea scared him, because even then? He still cared for me. And that was enough for me.
Assistant Director Skinner and the Federal Police saved us all. But about fifteen seconds more and I would have been shot to death. I've never wanted to see that kind of fear in my partner's eyes ever again.
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 437
Lay all you want on me
I'll be your whipping boy
-Train, "Whipping Boy"
When I was in my junior year of college, my father was killed in an ambush. He and a couple of his team members were responding to a distress call and there were a bunch of gang members lying in wait. Things got out of control, they got pinned down, and my dad decided to step up and buy his colleagues time to save themselves. Essentially he sacrificed himself to protect the people he worked with. He was shot to death.
There was a case that was handed to my partner and I a little more than six years ago. An investment banker had disappeared in Mexico and hadn't come back. We were working with the field office in Texas and we were supposed to go down into Mexico that night, after dinner. But I got food poisoning. John stayed with me, taking care of me. Then once I fell asleep...he went without me. Alone.
He...
They got to him. The people we were looking for. Somehow they were able to give people amnesia, and they took his memory from him. He was missing for two weeks. Down there with no idea of who he was.
When Agent Reyes and I found him he had no idea who he was. Who I was. Who any of us were. It didn't help that the mobsters and their corrupt cops were on to us too, and they were going to kill us. We'd tried to escape in this bus, but it had overturned and they'd surrounded us. The three of us were stuck there, and my partner, the man I turn to when I'm scared? Didn't even really know who I was. I knew somebody had to do something, and I thought of my father. I thought at least I could go down on my feet, protecting someone I loved. So I tossed my jacket, checked my gun, and I was moving into position to break cover.
Dad told me I was doing the right thing. I felt a sense of calm come over me. But Monica told me not to. And when I looked back in John's eyes? I saw fear. He barely knew who I was, and he was afraid for me. He didn't want me to do it, either. The idea scared him, because even then? He still cared for me. And that was enough for me.
Assistant Director Skinner and the Federal Police saved us all. But about fifteen seconds more and I would have been shot to death. I've never wanted to see that kind of fear in my partner's eyes ever again.
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 437