"Puppetus Interruptus"
requested by Simplystars
by feldman
She'd pictured that intense focus of his like a powerful flashlight, beaming
into dark corners and demanding enlightenment. She'd wondered what it would
be like to suffer the scrutiny of that concentrated attention, and she felt
a little sorry for anyone who found themselves pinned by it.
It hadn't occurred to her that it would illumine in both directions, that if one stared back, as observant and willful as Mulder, one could sight along that same focused beam and see into him.
Delirium comes quickly as the stinger
pumps into her neck, but as she stares up at the ceiling and that naked panicked
glare, she wonders if he hadn't been looking for something inside of her after
all. Maybe he already knew what was there, and was willing her to see inside
of him.