Partners Challenege: Fort Bragg
TITLE: Fort Bragg
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: General for CSM/Bill Mulder/Teena Mulder
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: CSM/Bill Mulder
WORD COUNT: 160
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: This was written for the second thedrabblefiles challenge.
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They don’t say anything on the flight to the US Army Special Warfare Centre, sit in silence as the plane hums around them. Bill loops his fingers around his knees, stares into space. Avoids his eyes. He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face.
“Call me Carl,” he’d said when they met, grasping Bill’s hand and giving it a firm shake. “And this is Cassandra, my wife.”
“Bill. And my wife, Teena.” He’d glanced at Bill’s wife when they were introduced, took her hand gently in his, held on for a few seconds too long.
“It’s a pleasure.”
Even then he’d known how weak Bill was, how little it would take to destroy him. And now they’re on a plane to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Another base to conquer in the Syndicate’s grand plan, another General to impress, another platoon to train. Two partners, not talking. And Teena, miles away, sliding a wedge between them like a knife.
AUTHOR: memories_child
SPOILERS: General for CSM/Bill Mulder/Teena Mulder
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: CSM/Bill Mulder
WORD COUNT: 160
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, they belong to CC. He just lets me play with them sometimes.
A/N: This was written for the second thedrabblefiles challenge.
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They don’t say anything on the flight to the US Army Special Warfare Centre, sit in silence as the plane hums around them. Bill loops his fingers around his knees, stares into space. Avoids his eyes. He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face.
“Call me Carl,” he’d said when they met, grasping Bill’s hand and giving it a firm shake. “And this is Cassandra, my wife.”
“Bill. And my wife, Teena.” He’d glanced at Bill’s wife when they were introduced, took her hand gently in his, held on for a few seconds too long.
“It’s a pleasure.”
Even then he’d known how weak Bill was, how little it would take to destroy him. And now they’re on a plane to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Another base to conquer in the Syndicate’s grand plan, another General to impress, another platoon to train. Two partners, not talking. And Teena, miles away, sliding a wedge between them like a knife.