Lastochka
by Spica
TITLE: 155 words: Lastochka
AUTHOR: Spica
ARCHIVE: Yes, just keep my headers attached.
FEEDBACK: Is cherished and answered (spica111@fastmail.fm)
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to CC, 1013 and Fox, not to me. No copyright infringement is intended.
RATING: G
KEYWORDS: V, 155 words, A, K/Ma
SPOILERS: Very general for season 8
SUMMARY: He thinks it would have been a girl, dark-haired...
NOTES: A translation of the title is given at the end of the story.
DEDICATION: Deslea, this one is for you.
He traces her flat stomach--peachy-softness, slight dip at the navel. Flutter of muscles at his touch.
There won't be any. They've never even discussed it: you can't bring children into life when your own is under permanent threat. He wonders if she's ever wondered... He hasn't--until now. Scully's miracle burns him like acid, like unfairness.
He thinks it would have been a girl, dark-haired. The thought hovers in the room with them--rush of warmth, heartbeat of tenderness. She'd have had her mother's grave eyes, her father's stubborn expression. A giggle as light as a swallow's flight, and movements reckless as a west wind. There's a word he'd have liked to call her, in Russian--he can't quite bear to think it.
He tells her to go, gently. There's no room for her, no place in this dirty maze for something so swift and clean, so light-hearted.
Under his heavy arm, Marita sleeps.
End
(Lastochka = Russian, "little swallow")