Title: Aching
Author: Ally Cardoza
Summary: Scully feels the need to cure an ache
Rating: G
Spoilers: Requiem, I guess
Classification: Scully Angst, maybe MSR, kinda. I don't know
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything X-Files belongs to CC, 1013,
and Fox. I'm just borrowing them for a brief time
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic, and written because
of mercury's CONSTANT nagging. *g* It's brief, and short, but
I had the idea and ran with it.
Feedback: much obliged. Sunstblvd4@usa.net
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12:32am
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He's really gone. What am I going to do? I don't know if I can do
this alone. I've never had to. He's always been there. Always
counter-pointing my every response, I doing the same. And now he's
gone. We were good together. People knew it. Even though we were
made fun of, laughed at, joked about, and ridiculed by our peers,
people knew. They knew we were a good team. We always got the job
done. And now he's gone.
I don't know what brought me here. Maybe the aching. I was sitting
at my kitchen table, finishing up paperwork on our last case, and
I suddenly ached. Ached to be near him. If even for a moment, I
needed to be near him. Needed to hear his voice. Needed to feel
the familiar touch of his had guiding me at the small of my back.
And so I came here. Hoping by the grace of God that he would be
here. That, somehow, he had found his way home. Home to me.
But he wasn't here. He isn't here. I don't know where he is, and
that's what's killing me inside. That's what causes me to ache
every time I think about the fact that he's not here. That's what
causes my morning sickness to escalate to the point where even
Skinner is calling me Mount St. Helens. He doesn't realize that it
isn't just this miracle growing inside me that's causing this
to happen. It's the ache. The need.
I guess that's why I came here. I guess I hoped that by coming here,
and being surrounded by everything that is him, the ache would go
away. The need would go away. But it hasn't. It's only gotten worse.
And I don't know how to stop it. I suddenly realize tears have been
rolling down my face for some time. I don't like crying. I try, as
much as possible, to never cry in front of him. I guess it comes
from my childhood. Always trying to be "a good little captain." But
I can't help it now. On top of the hormones raging within me, the
ache has caused me to surrender. To surrender to every vow I have
ever made to myself. And so I cry. I cry, as I climb into his bed.
Hoping against all hopes, that if I wake up in this bed, he will be
here, holding me. Telling me everything will be just fine. Just like
he always does. Making the ache go away.
And then the sun came up. And I felt very cold.
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End
Author: Ally Cardoza
Summary: Scully feels the need to cure an ache
Rating: G
Spoilers: Requiem, I guess
Classification: Scully Angst, maybe MSR, kinda. I don't know
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everything X-Files belongs to CC, 1013,
and Fox. I'm just borrowing them for a brief time
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic, and written because
of mercury's CONSTANT nagging. *g* It's brief, and short, but
I had the idea and ran with it.
Feedback: much obliged. Sunstblvd4@usa.net
*********
12:32am
*********
He's really gone. What am I going to do? I don't know if I can do
this alone. I've never had to. He's always been there. Always
counter-pointing my every response, I doing the same. And now he's
gone. We were good together. People knew it. Even though we were
made fun of, laughed at, joked about, and ridiculed by our peers,
people knew. They knew we were a good team. We always got the job
done. And now he's gone.
I don't know what brought me here. Maybe the aching. I was sitting
at my kitchen table, finishing up paperwork on our last case, and
I suddenly ached. Ached to be near him. If even for a moment, I
needed to be near him. Needed to hear his voice. Needed to feel
the familiar touch of his had guiding me at the small of my back.
And so I came here. Hoping by the grace of God that he would be
here. That, somehow, he had found his way home. Home to me.
But he wasn't here. He isn't here. I don't know where he is, and
that's what's killing me inside. That's what causes me to ache
every time I think about the fact that he's not here. That's what
causes my morning sickness to escalate to the point where even
Skinner is calling me Mount St. Helens. He doesn't realize that it
isn't just this miracle growing inside me that's causing this
to happen. It's the ache. The need.
I guess that's why I came here. I guess I hoped that by coming here,
and being surrounded by everything that is him, the ache would go
away. The need would go away. But it hasn't. It's only gotten worse.
And I don't know how to stop it. I suddenly realize tears have been
rolling down my face for some time. I don't like crying. I try, as
much as possible, to never cry in front of him. I guess it comes
from my childhood. Always trying to be "a good little captain." But
I can't help it now. On top of the hormones raging within me, the
ache has caused me to surrender. To surrender to every vow I have
ever made to myself. And so I cry. I cry, as I climb into his bed.
Hoping against all hopes, that if I wake up in this bed, he will be
here, holding me. Telling me everything will be just fine. Just like
he always does. Making the ache go away.
And then the sun came up. And I felt very cold.
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End