Mar 04, 2009 13:46
The day before had just been like any other day, work, time spent with his wife, and then bed. There had been nothing out of the ordinary to prepare John for what was about to happen to him. He settled down next to his wife for bed, smiled as Stark curled into him and had spent time brushing his fingers over her stomach. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
He was up early the next morning and began his usual routine. Which consisted of him waking up and goes to shave and shower. Like any other time he put the shaking cream on he looked in the mirror first to see where it was needed most. This time however he stood frozen and dropped the can of shaving cream in his hand wide eyed staring in the mirror. What the hell happened overnight? He audibly groaned then and let his head hit the wall.
He was seventeen years old again, and there was no way in hell he could go to work like this.
John Doggett, The X-Files