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halfamoonTITLE: The Last Morning of The World
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FANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: Paper Clip/Demons
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Teena Mulder
WORD COUNT: 416
DISCLAIMER: The X Files et all belong toThe Syndicate Chris Carter and co. No infringement is intended. Please don’t abduct sue me.
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The dawn sky, when she wakes, is the colour of the end of the world. It takes her a minute, lying in bed, to remember where she is and who she is and why she’s lying alone in a bed that, until yesterday, she shared with her husband. The realisation, when it hits her, makes her stomach curl, her heart falter, falter, falter, in her chest. She places a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that rises somewhere in the depths of her ribcage and her eyes frantically scan the room as she prays that she is wrong.
The house is quiet. The cacophony of noise that she has come to expect from the TV while the children watch their cartoons isn’t there, has been replaced by silence. She can’t bring herself to rise from the bed, to trace the well worn paths through the house – first to her bedroom, then his, then the kitchen, the play room, the garden. She can’t bring herself to check the empty rooms, the barren hallways, searching for something she knows isn’t there.
She buries her face in her pillow, allows the tears to course down her cheeks until, at last, exhausted by grief she sleeps.
She dreams of Samantha, brown haired and blue eyed, building sandcastles on the beach. She dreams of the day she was born, and the way that Bill looked at her, wearing his heart on his sleeve. She dreams of the night he asked her to choose, and the choice she couldn’t make.
When she wakes for the second time, on the morning that she comes to remember as the morning her world fell apart, Fox is standing above the bed. She doesn’t know how long he has been there for, as she blinks at him with red rimmed eyes.
“She’s not here, Mom.” He says and his voice nearly breaks her heart. “I looked all over for her, but she’s not here. It’s not funny anymore. She’s hiding somewhere and I can’t find her and it’s not funny anymore.”
She pulls herself to an upright position and wraps her arms around the boy.
“She’s not hiding Fox. Remember. She was, she was taken. Last night. And I’m sorry.”
She stares out of the window, thinking of the skeleton trees against the sky, the birds borne to better places by the wind, the first flakes of snow falling to the hard ground; thinking of nothing, as her son breaks down in her arms.
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memories_childFANDOM: The X Files
SPOILERS: Paper Clip/Demons
RATING: PG
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Teena Mulder
WORD COUNT: 416
DISCLAIMER: The X Files et all belong to
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The dawn sky, when she wakes, is the colour of the end of the world. It takes her a minute, lying in bed, to remember where she is and who she is and why she’s lying alone in a bed that, until yesterday, she shared with her husband. The realisation, when it hits her, makes her stomach curl, her heart falter, falter, falter, in her chest. She places a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that rises somewhere in the depths of her ribcage and her eyes frantically scan the room as she prays that she is wrong.
The house is quiet. The cacophony of noise that she has come to expect from the TV while the children watch their cartoons isn’t there, has been replaced by silence. She can’t bring herself to rise from the bed, to trace the well worn paths through the house – first to her bedroom, then his, then the kitchen, the play room, the garden. She can’t bring herself to check the empty rooms, the barren hallways, searching for something she knows isn’t there.
She buries her face in her pillow, allows the tears to course down her cheeks until, at last, exhausted by grief she sleeps.
She dreams of Samantha, brown haired and blue eyed, building sandcastles on the beach. She dreams of the day she was born, and the way that Bill looked at her, wearing his heart on his sleeve. She dreams of the night he asked her to choose, and the choice she couldn’t make.
When she wakes for the second time, on the morning that she comes to remember as the morning her world fell apart, Fox is standing above the bed. She doesn’t know how long he has been there for, as she blinks at him with red rimmed eyes.
“She’s not here, Mom.” He says and his voice nearly breaks her heart. “I looked all over for her, but she’s not here. It’s not funny anymore. She’s hiding somewhere and I can’t find her and it’s not funny anymore.”
She pulls herself to an upright position and wraps her arms around the boy.
“She’s not hiding Fox. Remember. She was, she was taken. Last night. And I’m sorry.”
She stares out of the window, thinking of the skeleton trees against the sky, the birds borne to better places by the wind, the first flakes of snow falling to the hard ground; thinking of nothing, as her son breaks down in her arms.
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Date: 2009-02-04 02:40 am (UTC)because he'll find lots of Samanthas and get a hot girlfriend.Back on topic: Teena's grief is so palpable here. She looks from the series like a woman who has made so many bad choices, but all we see is repressedmemory!Teena, not the Teena who had to live through it first. It's gorgeous. Thank you for giving her back some of her story.
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:11 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your comments. I really, really am pleased that you like this one.