Fic: Going To Die (Doggett/Reyes)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Going To Die
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Doggett/Reyes
Prompt: #010 Empty
Word Count: 205
Rating: PG
Summary: “We’re going to die, John.”
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabble123.
“We’re going to die, John.”
He jerks around to find cool brown eyes staring back at him.
Knowing. Final. Accepting.
Empty.
It scares him. She seems to truly believe that this is the end for them.
To be honest, he can’t blame her. They’re in a very dangerous situation and death is imminent unless their earlier call for help comes through. That she’s so composed about the whole thing makes him want to shake her. He doesn’t, though. It’s not who he is.
“Monica,” he starts, trying to ignore the calmness in her voice. “We’re not. I won’t let us die.”
He reaches out and takes her hand in his. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he fixes her with a determined stare. “We’ll be all right.”
The look in her eyes tells him she doesn’t believe him, but the gentle half-smile softens his concern. If she can still smile, there is hope to hold onto.
“We’re going to die, I just know it,” Monica whispers, “but thank you. Thank you for saying that.”
He nods and squeezes her hand again. She returns the gesture.
“We’ll be all right,” he says again, more for his own benefit than hers.
Her sad smile tugs at his heart.
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Doggett/Reyes
Prompt: #010 Empty
Word Count: 205
Rating: PG
Summary: “We’re going to die, John.”
Notes: Written for
drabble123.“We’re going to die, John.”
He jerks around to find cool brown eyes staring back at him.
Knowing. Final. Accepting.
Empty.
It scares him. She seems to truly believe that this is the end for them.
To be honest, he can’t blame her. They’re in a very dangerous situation and death is imminent unless their earlier call for help comes through. That she’s so composed about the whole thing makes him want to shake her. He doesn’t, though. It’s not who he is.
“Monica,” he starts, trying to ignore the calmness in her voice. “We’re not. I won’t let us die.”
He reaches out and takes her hand in his. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he fixes her with a determined stare. “We’ll be all right.”
The look in her eyes tells him she doesn’t believe him, but the gentle half-smile softens his concern. If she can still smile, there is hope to hold onto.
“We’re going to die, I just know it,” Monica whispers, “but thank you. Thank you for saying that.”
He nods and squeezes her hand again. She returns the gesture.
“We’ll be all right,” he says again, more for his own benefit than hers.
Her sad smile tugs at his heart.
