Fic: Keychain Musings (Scully/Mulder)
Title: Keychain Musings
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Scully/Mulder
Prompt: Keychain (Alphabet Meme)
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Summary: She fiddles with the keychain Mulder gave her, while it’s still buried in her pocket.
Notes: Written for hazel_eyes_86. 17/3/10.
She fiddles with the keychain Mulder gave her, while it’s still buried in her pocket. For some reason she can’t bring herself to take it out and hold it in her hand. It feels almost wrong to consider removing it from the safe confines of her lab coat.
It is warm in her grasp. When she first reached for it, it had been cold to the touch but that iciness is long gone, melted away.
There is only now the weight of it, not heavy but with enough mass to it for it to mean something and to matter. It’s of a weight that makes her notice it.
The edges of it are quite smooth too though in some parts the metal leaves a slight point. A sigh escapes her lips.
“Are you all right, Dr Scully?” one of her students asks.
She flicks her gaze over to the blond haired man. He can’t be older than about twenty five. Pulling her lips into a thin line, she surveys the rest of the faces around her. Only one - the girl she instructed to make the first incision in their corpse - isn’t watching her.
“Fine,” she says. “I’m fine. Let’s take a break now though and meet back here at 0930 hours. Lucy? Finish that cut before you go and tidy up in here okay? You’re doing great.”
She continues to fiddle with the keychain as her students file out. Her fingers press into its sides. It’s warm to the touch.
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Scully/Mulder
Prompt: Keychain (Alphabet Meme)
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Summary: She fiddles with the keychain Mulder gave her, while it’s still buried in her pocket.
Notes: Written for hazel_eyes_86. 17/3/10.
She fiddles with the keychain Mulder gave her, while it’s still buried in her pocket. For some reason she can’t bring herself to take it out and hold it in her hand. It feels almost wrong to consider removing it from the safe confines of her lab coat.
It is warm in her grasp. When she first reached for it, it had been cold to the touch but that iciness is long gone, melted away.
There is only now the weight of it, not heavy but with enough mass to it for it to mean something and to matter. It’s of a weight that makes her notice it.
The edges of it are quite smooth too though in some parts the metal leaves a slight point. A sigh escapes her lips.
“Are you all right, Dr Scully?” one of her students asks.
She flicks her gaze over to the blond haired man. He can’t be older than about twenty five. Pulling her lips into a thin line, she surveys the rest of the faces around her. Only one - the girl she instructed to make the first incision in their corpse - isn’t watching her.
“Fine,” she says. “I’m fine. Let’s take a break now though and meet back here at 0930 hours. Lucy? Finish that cut before you go and tidy up in here okay? You’re doing great.”
She continues to fiddle with the keychain as her students file out. Her fingers press into its sides. It’s warm to the touch.