Title: "I Can See Clearly Now..."
Author: Amatia
Email: violinst@pitnet.net
Rating: PG
Category: V, slight A, Spenderfic
Archiving: Gossamer and Ferretcage. All others please email first.
Spoilers: 2F/1S
Summary: Spender's thoughts before the meeting in Kersch's office in "One Son".

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"I Can See Clearly Now..."
by Amatia

	It's been almost a year now, since they gave me the X-Files.

	A year almost my mother was gone this time.

	A year I spent with Diana Fowley, my father's minion.

	A year I spent, shredding X-Files, because they had no meaning to
me. They had no meaning to anyone, except Agents Mulder and Scully. A year
I spent trying to keep them away from the X-Files, but somehow they always
found a case with a slight edge of the paranormal to invesitgate.

	A year I spent alone.

	I think it's time to return the X-Files to the agents who know how
to run them. Fowley's ben gone...I don't know how long. I haven't done
anything in weeks, Skinner knows that. I think it's time I pick up the
phone, call his office and request a meeting with him, AD Kersch, Mulder
and Scully. And so I do, and after a few minutes on hold his secretary says
that he can see me in an hour, but to go to Kersch's office.

	An hour.

	An hour is all I have left down here.

	It's kind of sad. Despite the cold, and the boredom, this office
has become home. And now I'll get shuffled out into a communal office,
where all I have is a cubicle and too much noise to concentrate on my own
thoughts.

	I sit here in the chair that rightly belongs to Mulder for an hour,
making sure all the lint is off my suit and my tie is straighter than an
arrow.

	And my last hour on the X-Files is up, and I ride the elevator to
Kersch's office, taking the photos from the massacre in the base hangar
with me.

	It goes easily enough, even telling Kersch that the deaths were my
fault. He wants to stop me from doing it, I can tell, but I interrupt him,
and say that Mulder and Scully belong on the X-Files, and there are things
far worse than that.

	I lay my hand on Mulder's should for a moment as I stand to leave.
It's his show now, he deserves it. We all deserve it. Something better than
how it's been.

	I take the elevator back down to the basement to pack up my office.

	I step off onto the cold tile for what I hope will be the last time.

	Down the hall, I can detect the scent of smoke.

	*end*



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