Saturation.
Mulder in 155.
by cucumberspy


Blood is red.  He’s known this since he was in
elementary school, when he made paper chains of red
and green for their Christmas tree.  He wanted to be
an astronaut then, just like every other eight year
old in America.  Astronauts cannot be color-blind and
supposedly, neither can FBI agents.

Agents come in pairs sometimes, like saltshakers. 
Secretly he relishes the comparison.

Sons inherit daltonism from their mothers;
color-blindness, Scully says, is an x-linked trait. 
He is not defective, but color-naïve, she said one
generous day.  ‘Could you tell your crayons apart?’ 
‘Without wrappers?  Of course,’ he said.  ‘I had a
system.’  Truthfully, his system only worked at home,
where Sam favored green crayons, easily reducing them
to stubby little pieces with determination seven years
old.

Old men smelling of nicotine cannot reduce this
matched pair to thrift store cast-offs.  He will not
let it happen, even if it means spilling his own
blood.

fin.