Nov 19, 2007 18:19
There was no sound, nothing at all, except for...
...her breath, still trying to catch up with her body as she cradled Mulder's head against her chest. The wind licked her wet hair against her cheeks, stinging the exposed, frostbitten skin. The silence was deafening, except for the wind howling across the arctic wasteland. Sun-highlighted ice stretched on for miles. The word 'solitude' was quickly becoming an understatement. Their two bodies, hers wrapped protectively around his, stood out in sharp contrast against the brilliant white, a dark spot on the pristine landscape. Once again, they were fighting for their lives. Some might say the hard part was over; they had escaped from the dark bowels of the ship... or whatever it was. But to others, to Scully herself, the hard part was just beginning. They were in the middle of nowhere, a frozen tundra, with no guaranteed timely rescue. The fight was against the elements, something neither had control over.
There was no sound, except for the sound of uncertainty.
Character: Dana Scully
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 161
mulder,
antarctica,
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