An Apocalypse, a Sprig of Mistletoe, and Thou
by Spica

TITLE: An Apocalypse, A Sprig of Mistletoe, and Thou
AUTHOR: Spica (
ARCHIVE: For the Harem, fine. Others, please ask.
DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013 and Fox own them.
KEYWORDS: 155 words, R, K/Ma
SUMMARY: Just a heaped teaspoon of pre-apocalyptic schmoop.
SPOILERS: Season 8
BETA THANKS: To the Green-Eyed Monsters. Mwah!

"--So, I forgot to buy fucking mistletoe! We still have holly, ivy, a goddamned *tree*--" Alex stops, hearing his own strained pitch.

"Forget it," she says tightly, emptying the shopping bag. "It doesn't matter."

The dingy two-room apartment sparkles with her efforts. Who would've thunk Marita was a closet traditionalist? It's the first Christmas they'll spend together, and with the Antichrist possibly gestating under Scully's heart, he'd say it's 50-50 whether there will be another. So who gives a damn about a sprig of--


Taking in her flushed face, long with disappointment, Alex is lost for words. Jesus, Covarrubias can be such a *girl* sometimes...

He walks over to her. Marita sighs and flushes deeper. "Alex, really, forget it--"

He smiles. Fingertips cupping her chin, he leans down and whispers against her lips--tidings of comfort and joy, his voice rough with conviction:

"I don't need fucking mistletoe to kiss you."


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