Lastochka

by Spica

Author: Spica

Title: 155 words: Lastochka

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.

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.


LASTOCHKA

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")


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