TITLE: Esperarle
AUTHOR: Agent X
EMAIL ADDRESS: aussie_xphile25@yahoo.com.au
DISTRIBUTION: anywhere, just let me know
CLASSIFICATION: V, A
KEYWORDS: pre-XF, LukeDoggettPOV
SPOILER WARNING: Empedocles
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: I cried for you that night DaddyÉ were you crying for me too?
DISCLAIMER: The wonderful characters in this story are the property of the 
genius Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Good feedback is always welcome! If you didn't like it 
please tell me why. If you want to flame me for writing a DoggettFic, go ahead. 
The SHODDS group needs some pathetically amusing entertainment from 
time to time.
DEDICATION: As always, this story is dedicated to the wonderful Robert Patrick, 
who has inspired me to write this by bringing the character of John Doggett to 
life! And to Jen, my kick-ass SHODDSister who put the idea into my head - love 
ya Jen!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: at the end

* No beta reader used. Please excuse the typos *

*

I waited for you, Daddy.
I waited longer than I could remember.
But you didn't comeÉ
Why didn't you come, Daddy?
You said you would, you promised you would, and you *never* break a 
promise.
Another man came instead.
He made me go with him.
I didn't want to, Daddy, but he said he'd hurt me if I didn't.
I tried to get away, but he tied my hands and feet.
It hurt and I cried for you, Daddy.
And still you didn't comeÉ
Then the man threw me in the trunk of his car and drove off.
It was dark in there, Daddy. It was dark and I was scared.
He drove a long way before he stopped.
When he let me out he was holding a knife.
I was frightened he was going to hurt me, Daddy.
He took me to another dark place and left me there.
It was a cellar or basement or something.
It was dark and cold and that night I could hear rats creeping around in the 
darkness.
He untied my hands and brought me water when daylight came.
I asked him if he was going to hurt me.
He didn't say anything, but he just smiled.
But it wasn't a nice smile, Daddy. It wasn't like the smile you get when you see 
me. It was nasty and the look in his eyes frightened me.
I cried for you again, Daddy.
I needed you. Where were you?
There were tiny, high windows in the basement, all boarded up.
One of them had a loose board on the edge, letting in a little shaft of daylight.
I tried to pull the board off. It was heavy and I got splinters in my hands.
I pulled one board off and started on the second one.
If I could get *that* one off I could get out of thereÉ get back to you.
I almost had itÉ
Through the hole I could see tiny green shoots of grassÉ
Then he came back.
He grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground.
It hurt.
I cried for you again, Daddy.
Where *were* you when I needed you?
He tied my hands so tight the ropes burned my wrists, and put a gag in my 
mouth.
Then, when it was dark again, he threw me in the trunk of the car and started to 
drive again.
The car stopped but he didn't let me out.
I couldn't hear anything, so I waited in the darkness.
After a while footsteps came towards the car, and the trunk opened.
It was him.
He was holding that knife again and had that nasty smile on his face.
I struggled but he held me tight and carried me off into the nearby woods.
We came to a clearing and he put me down.
My hands and feet were tied and I couldn't run, but again I tried to get away.
He grabbed me and hauled me over to a hole near a mound of dirt.
It looked like the hole you dug, Daddy, to bury our cat when it died.
This hole was a lot bigger, though.
Big enough for me.
He pulled my gag off and told me to get in the hole.
I was scared and I tried to back away.
He pulled out the knife again and came towards me.
Backing towards the hole, I tripped and fell just near the edge.
He was standing over me, the moon shining on the knife blade as it swung 
towards me.
I screamed for you, Daddy, but still you didn't come.
I screamed and cried and nobody listened.
I cried for you that night, DaddyÉ
Were you crying for me too?

~ the end ~

Author's Note: Okay, this was one of those 'see what I can write in half an hour' 
fics and here's something freaky for you allÉ I started at 9.45 and when I 
looking at the clock nowÉ it says 10.13É no joke ;-)
Jen from SHODDS put the idea in my head to write a LukePOV story, but I 
wasn't quite sure how to go about it.
I don't think Luke blames his father for not saving himÉ this is just what I think 
a scared little boy would be thinking at the timeÉ you know, his father is a cop 
who saves people every dayÉ why can't he come and save his son?
And the title, Esperarle, is Spanish for 'waiting for you'. ;-)