TITLE: 155 words: Lastochka
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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
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.