Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters in this story nor do I own
the concepts of XF or Stargate, I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Category: Alternate Universe
Feedback: Yes please. Send to medison@thezone.net
Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral
Keywords: 1st POV -- Mulder's POV. Companion story to Thoughts of Home.
Implied MSR.
Spoiler: None that I can think of.
Rating: G
Note: This AU is my own attempt to explain what happened to Samantha (called
the Homecoming Series) --therefore, in this AU, the episode Closure never
happened. Oh, and you might need a bit of a familiarity with Stargate SG~1,
and the Tok'ra, but overall, this shouldn't be too confusing to read.
And while I am primarily a DSR fan this series will have implied MSR cause
I've got plans for Doggett. *G*
Oh, be gentle, this one's unbeta'd.
Summary: On the alien ship, Mulder unknowingly marks his birthday by
thinking of home and all he misses.
The Things You Miss
by M. Edison
--------------------------
I change my mind, I don't want to believe in aliens anymore.
Hear that CGM? You win. I resign. Done. Finito. Au revoir.
No more alien chasing for Fox Mulder.
Why you ask?
Simple, damn things caught me and they ain't friendly skinny guys with
pointed ears who say "fascinating" a lot. They're more like those Borg
guys except, in my opinion, assimilation seems like a picnic compared
to everything they put me through.
Well, when they first took me anyway.
While the ship was on earth, they turned me into their favourite lab
rat. I feel like I've been dissected turned inside out, and generally
treated like one of those frogs teenagers butcher in high schools
every day. But after we left earth and I'm telling you, artificial
gravity or no, you *know* when we've left good old terra firma behind
they stopped.
Out of the blue one of my keepers showed up, took me out of the exam
chair which looks like something out of a horror movie about dentists
and stuck me in a room. I wouldn't call it the Ritz, but it's a hell
of a lot better than that chair. They gave me something to wear and
left me in here. Occasionally they feed me but the rest of the time
I'm stuck here. Its like solitary confinement on Earth. Except I don't
even get a window.
I'm not sure why they're keeping me like this. But, and since they
usually don't speak anything remotely similar to English up here, I
haven't been able to find out much. I have overhead them speaking but
the only time I know what they're saying is when they say a name,
provided it's a human name of course.
That's where things get confusing. I have heard a name that's familiar
but there's no way it can be the person I think it is.
I heard them say the name Samantha.
I wish Scully was here, she'd tell me there's no way it can be my
Samantha they're talking about. That there are probably hundreds of
thousands of women named Samantha in the world, and possibly some
off-world, that they could be talking about. That it's not my sister.
No, I take that back. I don't want Scully here. No way.
I wouldn't want her to see this, to relieve her own abduction by
witnessing mine. Not a chance.
But I do miss her.
Want to know what the fun part of being locked up in a room on an
alien spaceship by yourself is? You have plenty of time to think. Too
much time.
I think about Scully a lot. What she's doing back there? Did they let
her stay on the X-Files? Is Skinner keeping an eye on her? Did they
assign someone new to the X-Files to help her? If so, is she giving
them hell? Can she trust them?
God I hope so. I don't even want to think about what would happen if
*they* send in another plant. Another Krycek. Probably very sexist and
outdated of me, but I can't help worry that she wouldn't be able to
handle them. Stupid thought I know, there's little she can't handle if
she's managed to put up with me for seven years.
Still, the last thing she needs is someone she can't trust working
with her. I know how it feels, how lonely it can be, even more so
than when you're working the assignment alone. Especially when you're
searching for someone you care about.
I don't know how long they're going to keep me, or *if* they'll let me
go, but right now its looking like a long trip. They keep heading
*away* from Earth, well I think they are, and unless they turn around
and go back, I'm not going to get home anytime soon. Its not like I
can escape and hitchhike home. And I can't yank out the trusty old
cell-phone and call for help...imagine the long distance charges on
*that* bill.
I just hope I get home period. I've spent so many years looking at the
stars and wondering what was up there. Now that *I'm* up there, all I
want to do is go home and look around. See *Earth* for what it is.
Strange how you don' t realize how important something is until you
can't have it anymore.
Sitting here, in this room, knowing that through those walls lies
cold, barren, space...I find myself wishing for things I probably
wouldn't think twice about if I were home. Things like rain, snow,
hell I even miss smog. I miss laughter, radios playing music so loud
it hurts, car horns honking. I miss late night tv shows, huge
billboards with glaring graphics, traffic lights. I miss my apartment,
my office, my car. I even miss Frohike, Byers, Langley.
But mostly I miss Scully. I miss her laughing at something stupid that
I said, I miss her listening to another of my theories that she thinks
is so far out there you couldn't find it with the Hubble
telescope...believe it or not I actually miss her getting angry at me
when I do something she thinks is stupid, reckless, and foolish .
I miss home.
Finis
the concepts of XF or Stargate, I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Category: Alternate Universe
Feedback: Yes please. Send to medison@thezone.net
Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral
Keywords: 1st POV -- Mulder's POV. Companion story to Thoughts of Home.
Implied MSR.
Spoiler: None that I can think of.
Rating: G
Note: This AU is my own attempt to explain what happened to Samantha (called
the Homecoming Series) --therefore, in this AU, the episode Closure never
happened. Oh, and you might need a bit of a familiarity with Stargate SG~1,
and the Tok'ra, but overall, this shouldn't be too confusing to read.
And while I am primarily a DSR fan this series will have implied MSR cause
I've got plans for Doggett. *G*
Oh, be gentle, this one's unbeta'd.
Summary: On the alien ship, Mulder unknowingly marks his birthday by
thinking of home and all he misses.
The Things You Miss
by M. Edison
--------------------------
I change my mind, I don't want to believe in aliens anymore.
Hear that CGM? You win. I resign. Done. Finito. Au revoir.
No more alien chasing for Fox Mulder.
Why you ask?
Simple, damn things caught me and they ain't friendly skinny guys with
pointed ears who say "fascinating" a lot. They're more like those Borg
guys except, in my opinion, assimilation seems like a picnic compared
to everything they put me through.
Well, when they first took me anyway.
While the ship was on earth, they turned me into their favourite lab
rat. I feel like I've been dissected turned inside out, and generally
treated like one of those frogs teenagers butcher in high schools
every day. But after we left earth and I'm telling you, artificial
gravity or no, you *know* when we've left good old terra firma behind
they stopped.
Out of the blue one of my keepers showed up, took me out of the exam
chair which looks like something out of a horror movie about dentists
and stuck me in a room. I wouldn't call it the Ritz, but it's a hell
of a lot better than that chair. They gave me something to wear and
left me in here. Occasionally they feed me but the rest of the time
I'm stuck here. Its like solitary confinement on Earth. Except I don't
even get a window.
I'm not sure why they're keeping me like this. But, and since they
usually don't speak anything remotely similar to English up here, I
haven't been able to find out much. I have overhead them speaking but
the only time I know what they're saying is when they say a name,
provided it's a human name of course.
That's where things get confusing. I have heard a name that's familiar
but there's no way it can be the person I think it is.
I heard them say the name Samantha.
I wish Scully was here, she'd tell me there's no way it can be my
Samantha they're talking about. That there are probably hundreds of
thousands of women named Samantha in the world, and possibly some
off-world, that they could be talking about. That it's not my sister.
No, I take that back. I don't want Scully here. No way.
I wouldn't want her to see this, to relieve her own abduction by
witnessing mine. Not a chance.
But I do miss her.
Want to know what the fun part of being locked up in a room on an
alien spaceship by yourself is? You have plenty of time to think. Too
much time.
I think about Scully a lot. What she's doing back there? Did they let
her stay on the X-Files? Is Skinner keeping an eye on her? Did they
assign someone new to the X-Files to help her? If so, is she giving
them hell? Can she trust them?
God I hope so. I don't even want to think about what would happen if
*they* send in another plant. Another Krycek. Probably very sexist and
outdated of me, but I can't help worry that she wouldn't be able to
handle them. Stupid thought I know, there's little she can't handle if
she's managed to put up with me for seven years.
Still, the last thing she needs is someone she can't trust working
with her. I know how it feels, how lonely it can be, even more so
than when you're working the assignment alone. Especially when you're
searching for someone you care about.
I don't know how long they're going to keep me, or *if* they'll let me
go, but right now its looking like a long trip. They keep heading
*away* from Earth, well I think they are, and unless they turn around
and go back, I'm not going to get home anytime soon. Its not like I
can escape and hitchhike home. And I can't yank out the trusty old
cell-phone and call for help...imagine the long distance charges on
*that* bill.
I just hope I get home period. I've spent so many years looking at the
stars and wondering what was up there. Now that *I'm* up there, all I
want to do is go home and look around. See *Earth* for what it is.
Strange how you don' t realize how important something is until you
can't have it anymore.
Sitting here, in this room, knowing that through those walls lies
cold, barren, space...I find myself wishing for things I probably
wouldn't think twice about if I were home. Things like rain, snow,
hell I even miss smog. I miss laughter, radios playing music so loud
it hurts, car horns honking. I miss late night tv shows, huge
billboards with glaring graphics, traffic lights. I miss my apartment,
my office, my car. I even miss Frohike, Byers, Langley.
But mostly I miss Scully. I miss her laughing at something stupid that
I said, I miss her listening to another of my theories that she thinks
is so far out there you couldn't find it with the Hubble
telescope...believe it or not I actually miss her getting angry at me
when I do something she thinks is stupid, reckless, and foolish .
I miss home.
Finis