Drabble #11
by Aloysia VirgataEmail: aloysia.virgata@yahoo.com
Category: Pre-IWTB
For lindsayleephotog: A story about a place over seas where they hide out for some time between the truth and IWTB.
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He likes Killarney. Aunt Olive asks few questions, her grown children stopping by only occasionally. Scully spends long hours by the lakes, or sitting in the back of St. Mary's Cathedral. He'd followed her in once, when she went to light candles, and felt like he was reading her diary.
"We can get a quaint stone cottage," he remarks one night. They are stretched out on a hill, looking at unfamiliar stars. The moon is full and bright. "We'll be Róisín and Seamus. I could take up shepherding,"
"And what will I be doing, Seamus?"
"You can open a pub." Mulder can do a fair brogue now. “The lads'll love ye, Róisín."
Her rare, wonderful laugh. "You sound like an Irish Spring commercial."
He props himself on an elbow to gaze down at her. "I love ye, Róisín."
Scully laces her fingers through his. "I know you do."
"I wanted to build a life with you. With William," he says in a broken version of his regular voice. "I'm sorry, Scully. I thought I could make you a home."
"I know that too," she murmurs. She sits up across from him, her eyes full of hope and heartbreak. "But this is what we have and this is where we are."
"So why did you come with me?"
She takes his larger hand between her two small ones, pressing it between her palms. "Because," she says, her words raw, "because wherever you are is my home."