Death Sets a Thing Significant
TITLE: Death Sets a Thing Significant
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: 12 (death)
PAIRING: Mulder/Scully
WORD COUNT: 270
CHALLENGE: Holidays
SUMMARY: All I want for Christmas...
DISCLAIMER: CC has done much worse things. I'm just playing.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Because Christmas just isn't Christmas without some sorrow (xf_drabble challenge).
The kitchen was filled with the smells of Christmas; turkeys basting in the oven and Tara’s cranberry and ginger sauce bubbling gently on the stove. You and Mulder had been shooed out of the room (his ability to ‘cook’ macaroni cheese deemed unsuitable for the festive occasion) and you hadn’t complained as he pulled you to one side and pointed out a sprig of green hanging from the ceiling.
“Mistletoe, Scully,” he smiled at you and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. Laughing, you stood on tiptoe to kiss him back but a disapproving cough (disapproval tempered with love and affection, you thought) turned your head.
“Fox, if you’re finished with my daughter I need her in the kitchen,” your mother said, and laughed at the disappointment in his eyes.
That year you felt more at home than ever, Mulder constantly at your side to help you field the disapproving comments from your brother; your mother an ally in keeping the peace. The time to leave came round too quickly and, Mulder and presents safely stored in the idling car, you wrapped your arm around your mother’s waist.
“I’m finally happy,” you told her, and she nodded, needing no words.
“I wish you would visit more, you and Fox,” she said, facing the wintry street. “I miss you Dana.”
“I will Mom, I promise,” you replied, and you meant it. “I miss you too.”
But now the wind whistles through the bare branches while the priest speaks of your mother’s life; your family’s loss, and you bow your head, thinking of the time you saw her last.
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: None
RATING: 12 (death)
PAIRING: Mulder/Scully
WORD COUNT: 270
CHALLENGE: Holidays
SUMMARY: All I want for Christmas...
DISCLAIMER: CC has done much worse things. I'm just playing.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Because Christmas just isn't Christmas without some sorrow (xf_drabble challenge).
The kitchen was filled with the smells of Christmas; turkeys basting in the oven and Tara’s cranberry and ginger sauce bubbling gently on the stove. You and Mulder had been shooed out of the room (his ability to ‘cook’ macaroni cheese deemed unsuitable for the festive occasion) and you hadn’t complained as he pulled you to one side and pointed out a sprig of green hanging from the ceiling.
“Mistletoe, Scully,” he smiled at you and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. Laughing, you stood on tiptoe to kiss him back but a disapproving cough (disapproval tempered with love and affection, you thought) turned your head.
“Fox, if you’re finished with my daughter I need her in the kitchen,” your mother said, and laughed at the disappointment in his eyes.
That year you felt more at home than ever, Mulder constantly at your side to help you field the disapproving comments from your brother; your mother an ally in keeping the peace. The time to leave came round too quickly and, Mulder and presents safely stored in the idling car, you wrapped your arm around your mother’s waist.
“I’m finally happy,” you told her, and she nodded, needing no words.
“I wish you would visit more, you and Fox,” she said, facing the wintry street. “I miss you Dana.”
“I will Mom, I promise,” you replied, and you meant it. “I miss you too.”
But now the wind whistles through the bare branches while the priest speaks of your mother’s life; your family’s loss, and you bow your head, thinking of the time you saw her last.