Icon ficlet #7 - X-Files

spican requested a Krycek/Marita fic based on this icon. Actually, this is a modified excerpt from a longer story that never quite gelled, but it did remind me of the icon when I happened across it, so I hope it's to your liking!

700ish words, PG-13 for innuendo.


Until the morning creeps

Spender is far too tall, and far too old, to be sleeping on a couch. He realizes this when he disentangles himself and stands up, and every joint in his body protests. There's a sharp pain like a pin sliding between two of his vertebrae.

Without turning on the lights, he goes out onto his balcony to smoke the first of the day. In Washington, the air can't ever be said to be fresh, but at least it's cold. It's still dark out; there's a yellowblue glow on the horizon. Another morning, he might smoke five more. Watch the sky go from black to purple to gold. But this isn't one of those mornings. He comes back inside and goes silently into the bedroom. Stops in the doorway.

They're so beautiful.

( Curled up facing each other in his bed... )

I owe keladryb a few drabbles, including an icon one. But as she's a RL friend, I can make her wait as long as I want. ;P

Icon ficlet #7 - X-Files

spican requested a Krycek/Marita fic based on this icon. Actually, this is a modified excerpt from a longer story that never quite gelled, but it did remind me of the icon when I happened across it, so I hope it's to your liking!

700ish words, PG-13 for innuendo.


Until the morning creeps

Spender is far too tall, and far too old, to be sleeping on a couch. He realizes this when he disentangles himself and stands up, and every joint in his body protests. There's a sharp pain like a pin sliding between two of his vertebrae.

Without turning on the lights, he goes out onto his balcony to smoke the first of the day. In Washington, the air can't ever be said to be fresh, but at least it's cold. It's still dark out; there's a yellowblue glow on the horizon. Another morning, he might smoke five more. Watch the sky go from black to purple to gold. But this isn't one of those mornings. He comes back inside and goes silently into the bedroom. Stops in the doorway.

They're so beautiful.

( Curled up facing each other in his bed... )

I owe keladryb a few drabbles, including an icon one. But as she's a RL friend, I can make her wait as long as I want. ;P