Stratigraphy of Eons
by
Lisby



"He was a mess. Everyone knew it. No reason to deny it or excuse it as something it wasn't. The day he'd nodded off at his loaner desk and jerked awake screaming...all those eyes as she pushed past so many. She was blushed like a beet, his face up against her hip as he hid from them, and they looked so glad that aliens or devils or whatever guided Spooky Mulder had arrived."


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