An Apocalypse, a Sprig
of Mistletoe, and Thou
TITLE: An Apocalypse, A Sprig of Mistletoe, and Thou AUTHOR: Spica (firstname.lastname@example.org) ARCHIVE: For the Harem, fine. Others, please ask. DISCLAIMER: CC, 1013 and Fox own them. KEYWORDS: 155 words, R, K/Ma RATING: PG-13 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
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,
He smiles. Fingertips cupping her chin, he leans down and whispers
against her lips--tidings of comfort and joy, his voice rough with conviction: