TITLE: "Moment In Time"
AUTHOR: Spooky Jr.
EMAIL: CuteAndCudly@Yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere. It's yours! Just keep my name and addy
attached.
SPOILERS: Requiem
RATING: G
CLASSIFICATION: V/A
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully friendship.
SUMMARY: Requiem missing scene. That night before
Mulder leaves on his journey, Scully gives him her
cross as well as her faith.
DISCLAIMER: Nope. Don't own 'em.
Chris cut me a little slack. There yours. I'm
just borrowing them.
FEEDBACK: Please?? It's my best friend! (Ain't that sad?)
SPECIAL THANKS: To my editors Melinda and Melissa!
And on with tonight's program...
"Moment In Time"
by Spooky Jr.
Time had long ago turned fluid, no longer
a constant variable, spinning and passing by unaknowladged.
Mulder and Scully now sat side by side, the fluffy
blankets lay strewn at the foot of the bed.
An overnight bag, the one Mulder had pulled from the car
earlier in the evening, lay open on the middle of the bed,
half-way filled up with an extra shirt and a pair of Mulder's jeans.
Mulder leaned forward, resting his head in his hands and
breathed in deeply, releasing it slowly.
Words had long ago stopped passing between them and a
heavy silence had taken its place. But the silence was
one that of contemplation, not sorrow. Mulder was the
first to break the still of quiet, his words flowing
out slow and deliberate.
"I think we both know that this has to be done Scully."
Scully stayed silent for a moment, letting the words,
which she had known were to come, sink in.
"That still doesn't mean I have to accept it. It's a
risk that doesn't have to be taken alone Mulder."
Scully saw, rather than heard him sigh, his shoulders
rising slightly with the gesture.
"It's a chance I have to take. The risks that are
involved are ones I am willing to take. What I am not
willing to do is let you be put in harms way if it can
be avoided."
Slowly, without looking up, he added, "I couldn't live
with myself if I knew I were the one who caused you
pain from this."
Scully sighed, her face lined in worry.
As much as she wanted to argue him and fight this tooth
and nail, she knew it was useless. He took the weight of
the world on his shoulders and when it came to his own
suspicions of her and harm coming in contact, he would
not let her follow him.
She shook her head slowly, more out of disbelief than
anything else.
"Mulder," she shook her head in vain attempt to try and
clear it.
"If I can't be with you in person, at least let me be
with you in spirit."
Off his questioning look, she silently reached her hands
behind her neck, unclasping her chain. The shiny cross
dangling lightly, sparkles shimmering and dancing
from the light above.
"Scully..."
His voice trailed off as she reached over, placing her
cross as well as her faith in her beliefs and in him,
around his neck. Her fingers, working gently, clasped
the chain securely in place.
She failed in keeping her voice steady, as it broke at
her next words.
"You now have my faith with you."
A fallen tear trailed its way down her cheek, leaving a
telltale streak in its wake.
Mulder moved in slowly, his arms wrapping protectively around
her. The hug was one that of hope, not despair and faith,
not of fear.
His voice, growing into a whisper from the rising emotions,
echoed throughout the quiet room, "I will return. I have
the faith of your beliefs."
He closed his eyes, lightly fingering the tiny gold cross.
The End.
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AUTHOR: Spooky Jr.
EMAIL: CuteAndCudly@Yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere. It's yours! Just keep my name and addy
attached.
SPOILERS: Requiem
RATING: G
CLASSIFICATION: V/A
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully friendship.
SUMMARY: Requiem missing scene. That night before
Mulder leaves on his journey, Scully gives him her
cross as well as her faith.
DISCLAIMER: Nope. Don't own 'em.
Chris cut me a little slack. There yours. I'm
just borrowing them.
FEEDBACK: Please?? It's my best friend! (Ain't that sad?)
SPECIAL THANKS: To my editors Melinda and Melissa!
And on with tonight's program...
"Moment In Time"
by Spooky Jr.
Time had long ago turned fluid, no longer
a constant variable, spinning and passing by unaknowladged.
Mulder and Scully now sat side by side, the fluffy
blankets lay strewn at the foot of the bed.
An overnight bag, the one Mulder had pulled from the car
earlier in the evening, lay open on the middle of the bed,
half-way filled up with an extra shirt and a pair of Mulder's jeans.
Mulder leaned forward, resting his head in his hands and
breathed in deeply, releasing it slowly.
Words had long ago stopped passing between them and a
heavy silence had taken its place. But the silence was
one that of contemplation, not sorrow. Mulder was the
first to break the still of quiet, his words flowing
out slow and deliberate.
"I think we both know that this has to be done Scully."
Scully stayed silent for a moment, letting the words,
which she had known were to come, sink in.
"That still doesn't mean I have to accept it. It's a
risk that doesn't have to be taken alone Mulder."
Scully saw, rather than heard him sigh, his shoulders
rising slightly with the gesture.
"It's a chance I have to take. The risks that are
involved are ones I am willing to take. What I am not
willing to do is let you be put in harms way if it can
be avoided."
Slowly, without looking up, he added, "I couldn't live
with myself if I knew I were the one who caused you
pain from this."
Scully sighed, her face lined in worry.
As much as she wanted to argue him and fight this tooth
and nail, she knew it was useless. He took the weight of
the world on his shoulders and when it came to his own
suspicions of her and harm coming in contact, he would
not let her follow him.
She shook her head slowly, more out of disbelief than
anything else.
"Mulder," she shook her head in vain attempt to try and
clear it.
"If I can't be with you in person, at least let me be
with you in spirit."
Off his questioning look, she silently reached her hands
behind her neck, unclasping her chain. The shiny cross
dangling lightly, sparkles shimmering and dancing
from the light above.
"Scully..."
His voice trailed off as she reached over, placing her
cross as well as her faith in her beliefs and in him,
around his neck. Her fingers, working gently, clasped
the chain securely in place.
She failed in keeping her voice steady, as it broke at
her next words.
"You now have my faith with you."
A fallen tear trailed its way down her cheek, leaving a
telltale streak in its wake.
Mulder moved in slowly, his arms wrapping protectively around
her. The hug was one that of hope, not despair and faith,
not of fear.
His voice, growing into a whisper from the rising emotions,
echoed throughout the quiet room, "I will return. I have
the faith of your beliefs."
He closed his eyes, lightly fingering the tiny gold cross.
The End.
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