Home, I'm your honey.
Sometimes, I wish I had a setting between "slacker" and "busy little bee."
Written on the train; 'twas the express one, thus this was done in 17 minutes, not twentysomething.
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batdina, a drabble: Mulder & River - TXF & Firefly, PG, no real spoilers.
He woke –
to starlight coming through the wide-open window, bright where not obscured by a barefoot girl in a flimsy summer dress.
His heart skipped a beat before he realised no, not her. Sam didn't ever sit perched on windowsills like a sparrow: eyes curious, unblinking.
"Are you a ghost?"
She looked at him solemnly. "Do you want me to be?"
Yes, he thought. "No," he said.
"You like ghosts. And goblins. And," oddly delighted, "aliens. I'm one, here." She frowns. "No, here isn't any more: When."
"What?!"
"Where. Who. Why."
He swallowed. "I'm dreaming."
And she smiled, proud.
