by inlaterdays

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I wake from a dream, not of you, resentful; you are the nightmare I didn't have. Our lives were entwined by some purpose unknown; larger than us and greater; we, its unwilling servants. Debris from some cosmic cataclysm, become conscious; beautiful and doomed: longing to become whole again or to finish the job. We burn. We create, we destroy. We can't stop.

You have been a part of me (apart from me) from the first: The things we fear most are
ourselves and
each other.

(Come home.)


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Title:  Flotsam
Author:  inlaterdays   [email/website]
Details:  Standalone  |  G  |  0k  |  01/09/09
Pairings:  Mulder/Krycek
Category:  UST, Angst, Vignette
Summary:  A stream-of-consciousness snippet originally posted to mk_drabbles on LiveJournal on 4 Apr 2008.

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