Title - Morning Of A War
Author - Lady Disdain
E-mail - The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Rating - G
Category - Colonization fic
Summary - "This is the story of a woman on the 
morning of a war." - Red Hot Chilepeppers, "Easily"
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I do not own these characters, Fox does
and I'm just borrowing them. Really I am. ;-)
Note - Most (hey I'm working on it) of my stories may 
be found at 
https://www.angelfire.com/myband/theladysfic 
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Morning Of A War by Lady Disdain 
<The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com>

"This is the story of a woman on the morning of a war

Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting 
for"
- Red Hot Chilepeppers, "Easily"

 "This fourth of July I elected to sit on my deck and 
look up beyond the suburbia and watch the fireworks 
show of a faraway park. At the rate things are going 
the fireflies giving them a run for their morning.

 The inane chatter of my neighbors washes over me. I 
listen to one mother telling her husband not let her 
son near the fireworks. This strikes me as odd 
because the little bastard had been setting off 
stink-bombs on my front stoop all afternoon. So much 
for safety.

 A frightened rabbit scampers across the lawn and 
into her hole.

 I rest my forearms on the railing as I watch my 
neighbors throw away hundreds of dollars all to see 
something explode in the sky. I of course, have 
elected to take the higher road and merely watch with 
an aversion to the whole ordeal. (Translation: I'm a 
free lance writer and I have no money.)

 "Celebrate the freedom of our county by blowing 
something up." I smile an aristocratic smile as I 
think that.

 Are we still at that primal stage where fire and 
destruction are absolutely fascinating? I prefer not 
to answer that question because after all, I'm 
sitting here watching it."

 It's been a year since I wrote than in my journal. 
This year I'm more like the frightened rabbit than 
anything else. The rat-a-tat noise outside isn't 
coming from firecrackers and I haven't seen my 
neighbors in a month or so. The sky is painted an 
amazing color but not because of all of the smoke or 
smog. It's something more sinister at work.

 I watch TV to try to figure out what's going on. All 
of the big-star reporters and news anchors quit 
months ago so it's the second string people giving me 
my muddled news.

 I can see why these people weren't on the air before 
its either they have a huge nose, their voice 
squeaks, or their just plain weird. But there they 
are, giving their first, last, and greatest report 
from the warfront.

 The news anchors may come and go but two people 
always remain the same. They always walk close 
together yet not touching as if they don't want to 
admit their dependence on one another. The reporters 
eat it up. 

 The anchors give the couple constant praise and are 
always trying to interview one of them. If the 
reporter is lucky enough to get a thirty second sound 
bite from one of them its played over and over again 
for weeks.

 These two are going to save us. By us I mean the 
human race. They came on the scene professing a cure, 
a weapon, a means to retaliate. Sure their resumes 
are a bit...unusual but now is not the time for 
people who follow the standard procedure.

 The man *very* attractive, he doesn't fit the 
typical hero stereotype: tan, blonde hair, blue eyes 
but as I said before now isn't the time for normal. I 
admire him so much. There are lines all of his poor 
face, his eyes are sunken in, it looks as if he's 
Atlas and carrying the whole world on his shoulders 
probably because he is.

 Well, with the help of that woman. Apparently she's 
known him forever. In the sound bites she says she'll 
always be at his side. If I were in her place I'd 
never ever leave him. She's beautiful and has her own 
following.

 But together, who could resist them? Their young, 
their attractive, their going to save us, their *the* 
news as far anyone's concerned.

 Their names even belong together. I love to let 
their names roll off my tongue. It's just so right.




Alex Krycek and Marita Covarrubias. 

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hehe that was fun! Happy 4th of July Everyone!

Note: I'm sorry if I just seriously pissed you off. 
It happens. IMHO when (not if *when*) Mulder and 
Scully save the world it'll be done quietly. Not with 
a bang but a wimper. 
Send Feedback To The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Thanks :-)



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