Title: Traveling Souls
Author: A Skylarcat Piece. From Skylarcat Productions.
Classification: MSR
Rating: R Note: Reference to sex. Don't worry, nothing too graphic. Just a friendly warning.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: There is a bit of angst in this fic, but it leads to a blissful absolution.
Keywords: Cancer Fic, Case Fic, Love Story.
Note: Scully and Mulder are characters that belong to Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions. Yes, I have used them without permission. However, no copyright infringement is intended. And I will return them intact and a lot more satisfied.
Chapter One:
March 19.
Mulder's Apartment
2:05a.m.
Even in the state of sleep, she was beautiful. Sprawled across his bed; her body contorted within his blankets, bare and peaceful. Her hair was fire and sprinkled across his pillow like angel wings, soft and gentle.
She was embedded within his mind, within his heart and he had to look away. Instead he brought his eyes to the precarious streets that rested just outside his apartment window. The winding asphalt glistened under the light of the moon: bound in slumber and vacant of trespassers. The ebony sky branched out before him vast with prospects of broken promises. The stars had long ago expired, snuffled out like a candle. All was dark now-- Dark like his soul.
The rain fell in a soft cadence upon the glass leaving the transparent remnants of liquid drops behind to cascade down each pane. How rueful the rain could be. He watched mesmerized by the tiny droplets and for a moment he longed to reach out and touch the coldness, to have the rain fall on his skin. It reminded him of a thousand teardrops, detached and dispirited.
Where did the traveling soul go? He pondered, silently to himself, as if the answer existed within the measurements of the rain. That was, after all, what her soul was doing; traveling slowly away from him. Like a retreating wave, slowly, effortlessly, fading away in the abyss of some unknown ocean. Its departure leaving the world lonely and in the mist of chaos. The sun no longer radiant, beating down upon his empty and insignificant life without direction. She, for all purposes, had become his reason. The world was too devastating to be faced alone.
She was uncommon. Like a diamond, cut to size, she mirrored perfection. Polished with grace and elegance; she was simply beautiful. And he couldn't imagine his life without her. She was as much as a constant as breathing. And without her he would simply cease to be.
He gripped the wooden window frame with both hands and leaned slightly in, allowing his head to bow between his arms. It was then that he felt the warm tears trickle down his cheeks and he watched them as they fell in a gravely manner to the floor. Where her soul would travel his would surely follow.
"Mulder."
He was startled by the sound of her voice and angrily wiped at the tears that stained his face. He didn't want her to see him crying. Once regaining some sort of composure he turned to face her. She was radiant in the moonlight. Her copper curls ablaze and falling loosely around the creamy base of her neck. Her eyes were turquoise under the light of the moon and they regarded him calmly. She was the only person who knew his soul thoroughly and no one would ever know him as completely as she did.
She lifted the butterscotch colored blanket in one swift motion baring her body and soul to him. "Come back to bed." His wrenched spirit found comfort within her solitude.
His knees grazed the matching sheets as he shifted his naked body near hers. His arm draped across her small waist drawing her against him. And she cast her head back in response; her lucid eyes searching his. He gently kissed her forehead. "I love you."
She smiled and lowered her head so it rested against his chest. "And I love you," she whispered. And he believed her.