Title: I Hear Your Voice Softly Calling
Author: Calista Jo
Email: Calista_Jo@hotmail.com
Classification: V M/S friendship
Disclaimer: Scully, Mulder, and William are not mine, they're owned by
fox blah blah, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to give them back
in one piece. The song my story is based on, is also not mine, it
belongs to Sarah McLachlan, and whoever helped her with it. So don't
sue, I'm just a fan.
Rating: Completely PG could be somewhat depressing...maybe.
Spoilers: None really just the fact that Mulder isn't here.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you please e-mail me first to tell
me, and you give me credit for it.
Summary: It's a cold winter night, and Scully is reading by the
candles glow, distracted by her thoughts of Mulder.
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I Hear Your Voice Softly Calling
**The lamp is burning low upon my table top
The snow softly falling
The air is still in the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
Scully sat slouched in her big, puffy chair, in the living
room. Her legs were drawn underneath her, and a heavy
blanket draped over her shoulders. The dim white candle
that she had lit after the electricity had gone out, let
off a soft glow that helped illuminate the room. Outside
the foggy windowpane, fluffy flakes of white snow fall
softly to the ground, and blend with the thick layer that's
already gathered there. The silence is thick and the only
sounds to cut through it is Dana's heavy breathing, and the
constant flipping of pages in the book she's reading.
Occasionally, Scully strains her ears in the hopes that
maybe once more, Mulder's reassuring whispers would reach
out to them. A few times she's sure they do. He calls out
her name, softly, just barely audible. He tells her that
he loves her, and that he misses her. He whispers about
William, and assureds her he will come back to her...someday.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh onto
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
A tear slips down Scully's cheek, as she prays to have her
partner by her just one more time. To talk to, to hold her
while she cries. All she wants is to have him hug her
again, and to hug William, and to tell them both everything
would be fine, and he would be there for them. She would
be happy just to have one more visit. To take his hands in
her own, and tell him she loved him. It would be enough to
just be able to spend one more winter's night with him, and
to have him cuddled up in the chair next to her, breathing
in her ear.
The smoke is rising in the shadows of our hair
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
Words of love descending
All Dana can do, is imagine her friend with her, the
shadows from the fire, and candles grazing his face,
entwining with his hair. Gingerly, she grasps the glass
from the table, and takes a sip of the silvery colored
whine. She soundlessly replaces it on the coaster,
noticing it is no longer full, but half way empty. Just
like her life. Mulder and William together overflowed her
with happiness. Mulder was gone now, and thankfully she
still had William. She painfully remembers the times she
almost lost him, and can't bare to think of how things
would be if she had. William was everything to her now.
But her life was still half empty, and maybe always would
be. More tears painfully escape from her heavy eyes, and
in hopeless efforts to stop, she turns them, and her mind,
back to the pages of the book she's holding. The book
about a beautiful Christmas and a family in love, a family
together, a family that she used to have.
If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
Scully's heart aches to know that Mulder is alive, and that
he thinks of her as often as she does him. She hurts to
know that he's ok, and misses her too. If only she could
take his hands in hers just once more, and she would be
happy. If she could just spend one more winter's night
with the one she loves.
The fire's dying, my lamp is growing dim
Shades of night are lifting
Morning light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are lifting
The crackle of the fire once again startles Dana from her
thoughts. She eyes the dying embers, and the whirl of
thick gray smoke that crawls up the chimney's walls.
Leaning over, she blows out the fading flame of the candle.
The wax has melted until it's only an inch or so above the
silver stand holding it. She marks the page in her book,
and breathes a last sigh into the night. The pinks and
purples of dawn seep through the open window, sending all
of the eerie shadows of night scattering. Outside, she can
see that the snow is no longer falling in sheets, but a few
separate little flakes flutter down from the gray sky,
lingering until they hit the soft white blanket that's
developed in the streets.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh onto
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
And to be once again with you
Stumbling from her chair, she stands, trying to wipe the
images of Mulder from her mind. She knows it's hopeless
though. All she can think of is being with him one more
time, his arms around her, and her head resting on his
shoulder. She'd be happy just to take his hands in her
own, and hold them close to her chest, never letting them
go. Just to spend one more winter's night with the one she
loves. To be once again with him.
~~~~~~
** Song For a Winter's Night, by Sarah McLachlan
Author: Calista Jo
Email: Calista_Jo@hotmail.com
Classification: V M/S friendship
Disclaimer: Scully, Mulder, and William are not mine, they're owned by
fox blah blah, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to give them back
in one piece. The song my story is based on, is also not mine, it
belongs to Sarah McLachlan, and whoever helped her with it. So don't
sue, I'm just a fan.
Rating: Completely PG could be somewhat depressing...maybe.
Spoilers: None really just the fact that Mulder isn't here.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you please e-mail me first to tell
me, and you give me credit for it.
Summary: It's a cold winter night, and Scully is reading by the
candles glow, distracted by her thoughts of Mulder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Hear Your Voice Softly Calling
**The lamp is burning low upon my table top
The snow softly falling
The air is still in the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
Scully sat slouched in her big, puffy chair, in the living
room. Her legs were drawn underneath her, and a heavy
blanket draped over her shoulders. The dim white candle
that she had lit after the electricity had gone out, let
off a soft glow that helped illuminate the room. Outside
the foggy windowpane, fluffy flakes of white snow fall
softly to the ground, and blend with the thick layer that's
already gathered there. The silence is thick and the only
sounds to cut through it is Dana's heavy breathing, and the
constant flipping of pages in the book she's reading.
Occasionally, Scully strains her ears in the hopes that
maybe once more, Mulder's reassuring whispers would reach
out to them. A few times she's sure they do. He calls out
her name, softly, just barely audible. He tells her that
he loves her, and that he misses her. He whispers about
William, and assureds her he will come back to her...someday.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh onto
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
A tear slips down Scully's cheek, as she prays to have her
partner by her just one more time. To talk to, to hold her
while she cries. All she wants is to have him hug her
again, and to hug William, and to tell them both everything
would be fine, and he would be there for them. She would
be happy just to have one more visit. To take his hands in
her own, and tell him she loved him. It would be enough to
just be able to spend one more winter's night with him, and
to have him cuddled up in the chair next to her, breathing
in her ear.
The smoke is rising in the shadows of our hair
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
Words of love descending
All Dana can do, is imagine her friend with her, the
shadows from the fire, and candles grazing his face,
entwining with his hair. Gingerly, she grasps the glass
from the table, and takes a sip of the silvery colored
whine. She soundlessly replaces it on the coaster,
noticing it is no longer full, but half way empty. Just
like her life. Mulder and William together overflowed her
with happiness. Mulder was gone now, and thankfully she
still had William. She painfully remembers the times she
almost lost him, and can't bare to think of how things
would be if she had. William was everything to her now.
But her life was still half empty, and maybe always would
be. More tears painfully escape from her heavy eyes, and
in hopeless efforts to stop, she turns them, and her mind,
back to the pages of the book she's holding. The book
about a beautiful Christmas and a family in love, a family
together, a family that she used to have.
If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
Scully's heart aches to know that Mulder is alive, and that
he thinks of her as often as she does him. She hurts to
know that he's ok, and misses her too. If only she could
take his hands in hers just once more, and she would be
happy. If she could just spend one more winter's night
with the one she loves.
The fire's dying, my lamp is growing dim
Shades of night are lifting
Morning light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are lifting
The crackle of the fire once again startles Dana from her
thoughts. She eyes the dying embers, and the whirl of
thick gray smoke that crawls up the chimney's walls.
Leaning over, she blows out the fading flame of the candle.
The wax has melted until it's only an inch or so above the
silver stand holding it. She marks the page in her book,
and breathes a last sigh into the night. The pinks and
purples of dawn seep through the open window, sending all
of the eerie shadows of night scattering. Outside, she can
see that the snow is no longer falling in sheets, but a few
separate little flakes flutter down from the gray sky,
lingering until they hit the soft white blanket that's
developed in the streets.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh onto
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
And to be once again with you
Stumbling from her chair, she stands, trying to wipe the
images of Mulder from her mind. She knows it's hopeless
though. All she can think of is being with him one more
time, his arms around her, and her head resting on his
shoulder. She'd be happy just to take his hands in her
own, and hold them close to her chest, never letting them
go. Just to spend one more winter's night with the one she
loves. To be once again with him.
~~~~~~
** Song For a Winter's Night, by Sarah McLachlan