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17 August 2010 @ 02:39 pm
Drabble #89-Petal  
I picked up the dry rose petal, rough and jagged between my fingers.

Scully had left here without a word. We didn't speak of Ed Jerse anymore, or of the case in Philly. She had simply turned to her report, shutting me out, just as she had for months. She hadn't cared how terrified I was when I got the call she had been hurt, she hadn't cared that I could have cheerfully strangled her for getting caught up with some homicidal stranger who could have murdered her. It was her life, she said...I was to keep the hell out of it.

Clearly Scully had yet to catch on that it is my life as well.
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