Title: It's Nights Like These
Author: Juliette Mada
Rating: PG
Clasification: DRR/DSR/DOR - depending on how you want to view it. Reyes/Scully/Other POV
Summary: A rememberence
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please don't sue!!! Unless you want my student ID card and a dollar bill. Author's Notes: I wrote this in about 20 minutes, just had to get it out, so if you can tell, then that's why. :)
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Recommended listening: I was listening to Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA as I wrote this, sitting on my bed with my headphones on.

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It's always nights like these that make me think of him. Those nights where it's calm and peaceful, but there's an almost elctric current running though the atmosphere around you, coursing through the air you breathe. Those nights where you feel like everything is OK, like nothing is out of place. It's nights like these which make me feel the opposite: make me feel like dying.

It's these nights when I feel him. His hands on my body, his strong arms holding me against his toned, strong chest. His nose, softly nuzzling my neck when I would wake him up to tell him I loved him. His voice, a low, soft, honey-over-gravel baritone, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he rocked me to sleep when I couldn't do so on my own.

It's these nights when I turn up his favorite album and weep. Only hearing Bruce Springsteen's voice, so similar to John's, singing about city boys going to a small town looking for fun can conjure up an image of John's face, covered in whipped cream, with his face about to split in half from the sheer size of his grin.

And that's when I break: when I see that image. Because I know that I'll never see that boyish, lopsided, 'John' grin again. That I'll never hear that honest, belly laugh ever again. And that no matter how much of that very cream that I had smeared all over John's face after sneaking up on him making breafast for the two of us I eat, it will never taste as sweet as when I cleaned that handsome face with my tongue.

It's nights like these that make me remember.

It's nights like these that make me crumble.

It's nights like these that make me long.

And it's nights like these that make me want to forget.

~fin~

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Author's Notes(con't.): The song she mentions in 'Darlington County' by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. It's on the album 'Born in the USA', which I highly recommend buying. :)