From: Rhoni Lake Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1998 21:15:07 -0500 Subject: NEW: Waking the Wyrm 1/1 Title: Waking the Wyrm Author: Rhondda Lake e-mail: rhonilak@icontech.com Rating: PG Catagory: V, R? Spoilers: Triangle, The Movie Summery: Internal thoughts Archive: anywhere Waking the Wyrm by Rhoni Lake I walked away. I had to. I rolled my eyes and walked away. If I had not I'd have hit him. Most likely punched him right then and there. Doctors are not supposed to assault patients in their hospital beds. It's one of those unwritten rules. Unwritten rules are just as binding as those carved in stone. The same goes to unspoken agreements. He betrayed my trust. He almost always respected the unspoken rules. The unspoken something that lay dormant between us. Although he'd come dangerously close to pushing the envelope before. Months ago. In his hallway. When we were both vulnerable. Everyone knows one does not wake a sleeping dragon. He just had to go and tweak our personal dragon's tail. Hell, he just about shouted in it's ear. Now it was beginning to stir to wakefulness. I could feel it. The dread of it awaking fully is smothering. It is an effort to draw oxygen into lungs constricted by ribs paralyzed with fear. I detest the fear. I loath any cowardice in myself. I know the fear for what it is and I hate him for making me feel it. He betrayed my trust. Trust was always the one thing unbreakable between us. How could he toss it away so carelessly? My throat is achingly tight and my labored breath burns as it rasps through it. I walk on by force of will. He took a blow to the head, I try to rationalize. He was not thinking properly. He had almost drown. It was most likely shock and delirium. I stop and lean against the wall for support. The dragon stirred and rolled over. Damn him. Unspoken rules did not have to be spelled out. That's what made them unspoken. He knew and acknowledged that rule, though. How could he not. For six years he had abided by it. I harness my fury to face the hated fear. The dragon opens one blindingly bright eye and I stare, defiantly into the consuming orb. Three words. Three, softly spoken words offered up with his heart in his eyes had been all it took. All that was needed. He broke the rules. Betrayed the trust. Now the dragon was awake and threatened to consume us both. I face it, trembling inside. The fear feeds my fury at the fear. A viscous circle. I stare down the beast before me. I smell the searing sulfur of it's breath. God help us both. I love you, too, Mulder. ------------------------------------------------------ Go ahead, hit the reply button. You'll feel better, and so will I.