Title: "Reunion"
Author: Gillian Taylor
E-Mail Address: USSTrustNo1@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: S
Spoilers: Up to and including Season 6
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST, Character Death
Summary: All reunions come in time.
Disclaimer: Ahem. Lets all sing along! Chris Carter, oh can't you see? I know
they don't belong to me. They belong to Ten Thirteen. Mulder and Scully and all
the rest, they are the best. I'm borrowing them with utmost respect, they'll be
home before you guess. And now I will call this lame song to a rest.
Author's notes: This is not my usual type of fic, I know, but I just got
inspired tonight. Its sad, it will make you cry so you've been warned! I just
wanted to write a blurb here also to thank my friends and crew on the USS
TrustNo1. The Lone Gunpersons rule!
"Reunion"
by Gillian Taylor
It was twenty years ago today that my life ended. It was twenty years ago to the
day that she left my life with a whisper and all that I can feel is that I lost
the most important thing in my life. I lost her. To Him.
Traditionally, well as traditional as I have become since then, today is the day
that I drink myself into a stupor. Now I'm not a heavy drinker, I never have
been, but now...today, I have become one. For her, her memory. It’s the only
way that I've found that can resurrect her for me. Her smile, her porcelain
face, her alabaster skin, her hair that was a shade of deep grey to me but must
have been fiery red.
Her. My Scully. Oh god, if I had been half as smart as I am today. If I had
known what I know now it all would have been different. I would have changed the
world if it would mean that I could have her back in my life. If I could touch
her again. If I could feel her next to me. If I could share once again that
communication that had made us legendary in the Bureau. God Scully, what would I
do to have you back again...
Once again, the tears track their course down my cheeks, tracing the deep lines
that had accumulated since she was taken from me. So much like those lines that
she had as she lay in that hospital bed. So much like the tears that poured down
her cheeks as she embraced Him for even in her last breath she worried about me.
About what would happen, if I would eat my gun the next day to follow her into
His embrace. But I didn't, for her sake.
I lived, and it was the hardest thing that I've ever done. I loved her. I love
her still today. There isn't a day that she is the first thought that passes
through my mind or the last before I go to sleep. Soon, I know, I will be with
her again. Life will once again be alive for me for I will share eternity with
her.
The pallor of my skin is just as hers was, the dullness of my hair like hers,
the hollows under my eyes just like hers. I am dying of the same thing that took
her from me. Cancer.
I can see her sometimes. Especially now, when the chemo treatments leave me more
drained than before. I can see her just behind the doctors, waiting for me.
Smiling. Her eyes as blue as they were in life. Sometimes I can hear her telling
me that I have only a short time left. That I can come home soon to her. For
home is wherever she is.
Even if it means that I must embrace Him. I fought against death during my
career, against Cancer Man, and now I must embrace him. Not the man that was the
embodiment of all evil to Scully and I, no, that which he represented. Death.
I will welcome it when it comes for it means that I will be with her again. I
can see her now. Just beyond the window, coming closer. Oh Scully, when did you
have wings? Or did you always have them? Were you always an angel? All I know
that you were always one to me.
You're holding out your hand now, but I dare not believe that it is true. That I
can come home now. After all this time. You smiled at me and I heard once again
the voice that I longed to hear every day of my life since you left.
"Its time to go home, Mulder."
Thank you Lord. I can go home. Where I belong. With her.
"Scully, I love you..."
"I know," she said and her smile was all the heaven that I needed or
ever wanted for in her smile I saw the promise of a new future.
I'm going home...
To her.
**END**
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