Title:Of Silk and Stone
By: Amanda
Feedback: please.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just own these words.
Continuity: I Want to Believe
Spoilers: The whole series is up for grabs.
Summary: Anyone looking at this woman would think she was silk. Soft, delicate and easily ruined. Like any work of true beauty. But they'd be wrong.
Date Finished: August 29, 2008
Notes: I've been watching a lot of the old episodes. This was inspired by Pusher and Anasazi
Silk.
Anyone looking at this woman would think she was silk. Soft, delicate and easily ruined. Like any work of true beauty. But they'd be wrong.
The woman lying next to me is so much more. Dana Scully has always been more than her soft curves and delicate beauty; it just takes a little extra to see it. To recognise it. You have to want to see it, learn how to see it.
It took me years to see it. Longer to understand it. And longest of all to appreciate it.
Stone.
Scully is stone.
Strong, supportive, stable. Unchangeable.
Above all is her strength: a raw power I've seen on display, first hand countless times. Her own brand of grace. Something that is solely Scully.
Her petite, flawless frame will deceive you, play tricks on you. She's always been the easy victim of low expectations. People believe what they first see – a woman weakened by her sex, and beauty. A piece of art to be sheltered by her brave, male protectors.
But again, they have it wrong.
She's always been the one protecting me. My shelter, my touchstone. My guidance. I unravel like a two-bit scarf. But not Scully. She's foundation. The type of stone empires are built from, where cities rise from.
Our past is littered with moments that prove this. I have a scar on my shoulder that reminds me. It stings in the rain. She could – and has – fired when I couldn't. Never could. She's strong enough, willed enough, to do what must be done. She fights through the blinding pain, not because she wants to, but because she must.
There's more power packed under that ivory skin than the world knows. Maybe even more than she knows. More than she'll ever admit to. She'd be the first to tell you I was wrong about her. She would be the first to deny such strength or power or beauty. She would point out flaws, remind you of her chips and cracks. She would show you her weakness.
But with every stone, time and environment will take their toll on her. Some edges will soften, some lines will deepen. But each line, scar and moment of wear only continues to showcase her beauty. And strength. She survives.
Silk never really survives the test of time. It fades and weakens. The colours become muted and it beaks down. Disintegrates. But stone…stone survives. Always has, always will. Stone is the survivor. The monuments to mankind's greatest accomplishments, the reminds of where we've been and what we've been able to do.
Scully is the testament to everything that we've done.
Scully will survive.
Nothing is more valuable than stone.
End.