Brave New World
By Michelle
Disclaimer : If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this, now would I? Anyway, seeing as how I
don't own them, I have to write this whole thing. *Insert standard disclaimer here* Also, "Brave
New World" belongs to Aldous Huxley, the great wonderful author. If you like weird, read this book!
Rating : Nothing but the PG here.
Notes : This is my first X-Files fic, and I haven't seen anything of the new season, so I
apologize for anything I get wrong. This is just an idea that came to me for some reason that
eludes me now. Hope it's up to everyone's standards! Please R&R! (Pretty please? I want to know
if I should do more with the X-Files stuff.) gnrgirl@hotmail.com
***
When you were little, did you ever sit out under the stars? Just watching them, staring at those
little points of light, so infinitely older than you, and just wonder, however small the chance,
if someone was out there looking back?
I never did that. Not when I was little. I was always the sensible child. If I couldn't see it,
it didn't exist. God, the Soviets, the Colonel's secret recipe for KFC chicken (which, by the way,
is really a blend of salt, pepper, and oregano) . . . None of them existed for me. My world was
secure.
And then they took my sister from me and I was never the same. I watched the shadows for years,
afraid that I was next. I couldn't walk the street alone at night without checking the road
behind me with every step I took. My fear consumed me.
And then I broke that fear.
Bent on vengeance, I immersed myself in work. I studied, sailed through Quantico, became the
glorious Agent I know my father always wanted me to be. I was the best. Then the rumors started,
and I gained my nickname. Spooky. What a name, huh? Scully always laughed about it.
Scully.
I miss her, more than anyone else. It's funny how that saying is true. You know the one; you
don't know what you got 'til it's gone. It took this to make me realize how much that rings true.
This. What is this anyway? I'm not sure of much of anything these days. Much less what this is.
Up, down, left, right. All of them are permanently scewed. I'm not sure if I'm me anymore. But I
am sure of one thing.
When we swore we weren't going to exchange gifts, we both got each other presents. When we kissed
the world did not end. But, the more I think about it, a new world may have been formed. And it
is that world, that perhaps only exists inside of me, that keeps me going. The thought that one
day I will see her again prevents me from looking for a way to die; a way of escape from this
hell in the sky.
And somehow I can sense it. That back on Earth, at night, Scully is out there at night, looking
up at the stars, and wondering if someone's out there.
***
That's it. Please tell me what you think!
gnrgirl@hotmail.com
By Michelle
Disclaimer : If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this, now would I? Anyway, seeing as how I
don't own them, I have to write this whole thing. *Insert standard disclaimer here* Also, "Brave
New World" belongs to Aldous Huxley, the great wonderful author. If you like weird, read this book!
Rating : Nothing but the PG here.
Notes : This is my first X-Files fic, and I haven't seen anything of the new season, so I
apologize for anything I get wrong. This is just an idea that came to me for some reason that
eludes me now. Hope it's up to everyone's standards! Please R&R! (Pretty please? I want to know
if I should do more with the X-Files stuff.) gnrgirl@hotmail.com
***
When you were little, did you ever sit out under the stars? Just watching them, staring at those
little points of light, so infinitely older than you, and just wonder, however small the chance,
if someone was out there looking back?
I never did that. Not when I was little. I was always the sensible child. If I couldn't see it,
it didn't exist. God, the Soviets, the Colonel's secret recipe for KFC chicken (which, by the way,
is really a blend of salt, pepper, and oregano) . . . None of them existed for me. My world was
secure.
And then they took my sister from me and I was never the same. I watched the shadows for years,
afraid that I was next. I couldn't walk the street alone at night without checking the road
behind me with every step I took. My fear consumed me.
And then I broke that fear.
Bent on vengeance, I immersed myself in work. I studied, sailed through Quantico, became the
glorious Agent I know my father always wanted me to be. I was the best. Then the rumors started,
and I gained my nickname. Spooky. What a name, huh? Scully always laughed about it.
Scully.
I miss her, more than anyone else. It's funny how that saying is true. You know the one; you
don't know what you got 'til it's gone. It took this to make me realize how much that rings true.
This. What is this anyway? I'm not sure of much of anything these days. Much less what this is.
Up, down, left, right. All of them are permanently scewed. I'm not sure if I'm me anymore. But I
am sure of one thing.
When we swore we weren't going to exchange gifts, we both got each other presents. When we kissed
the world did not end. But, the more I think about it, a new world may have been formed. And it
is that world, that perhaps only exists inside of me, that keeps me going. The thought that one
day I will see her again prevents me from looking for a way to die; a way of escape from this
hell in the sky.
And somehow I can sense it. That back on Earth, at night, Scully is out there at night, looking
up at the stars, and wondering if someone's out there.
***
That's it. Please tell me what you think!
gnrgirl@hotmail.com