Bitter Infinity
by Pam Gamble
I12blv2@cs.com
SUMMARY: Just a SHORT little piece of fluff that kept getting in the
way of something bigger. Besides, I heard we were all REQUIRED to write
a Requiem post-ep, under penalty of death. Won't take up too much of
your time.
CATEGORY: Well, MSR. I mean, come on!
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not infinity!”
“Are too infinity plus one!”
I remember fighting with Bill when we were kids. I always got him with
that one. By the time he figured out he could have said infinity plus
two, well, we’d graduated to more mature ways of hating each other.
Infinity.
Forever.
You could be gone forever. You could never know your son. Your
daughter. And they could never know you. I know it is not hormones that
make me cry when I think of that.
Infinity. A figure-eight. A continuous loop.
The way our bodies fit together, looping in and out of each other.
The way we fit together.
We never began.
We just always were.
We will never end.
Not now.
Because even if you never come back, I still have a part of you. A part
I will protect with my own life.
Infinity.
I look down to watch my hand trace that figure on my stomach, over and
over.
A continuous loop. It always comes back to itself.
It always comes back.
I will gladly love you to infinity, Mulder.
If you will love me to infinity plus one.
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