Title: Gabriel's Feather (Part 1 of 3)
Author: FatCat (rah1231@yahoo.com)
Rating: G
Category: MSR, CHILDFIC, MYTHARCH
Spoilers: Well, DUH!
Summary: Mulder has been missing for almost 4 years
and somebody is pissed.
Disclaimer: Thanks
to CC, FOX, 1013, GA, DD, RP and all those others who actually own the show and
produce the wonderful characterizations. The people out here who actually support the show would have more fun if
some of the fanfic authors were allowed to write some scripts. (IMOPO!)
Archive: I would be honored, but not counting
on it. Just let me know where.
(See author's notes at the end)
Gabriel's
Feather
The Emergency Waiting Room
at Georgetown General Hospital was crowded when they entered. After the appropriate paperwork mountain was
started they were directed to take a seat in the chairs. They would be called as soon as there was a
doctor available or their doctor arrived—whichever came first.
The small, dark-haired woman hitched the little boy up
higher on her hip and sighed.
'I pray I am doing the right thing by bringing William
Gabriel here.' she thought for the umpteenth time that night. As she thought the word 'pray' she again
began to pray to Mary silently to protect the little boy in her arms.
Gabe lifted his head from his cousin's shoulder and looked
around listlessly.
"Mommy?" he said to his cousin.
"Mommy will be here soon, darlin'" she crooned and
again began to pray fervently that it would be so. Mary Brenna Scully reached into her coat pocket for the cell
phone she had been given for just such an emergency. Pressing the speed dial #1 she prayed that there would be an
answer this time. When the message for
the answering service came on once again, she quickly hung up.
'I know this phone is supposed to be safe, but I don't want
to take a chance.' She thought.
"It's alright, William Gabriel, Mommy will be here
soon." They reached a quieter spot
in the waiting area and settled in for the wait.
During the next two hours Mary Brenna Scully tried the cell
phone two more times. It would soon be
morning and she would have other avenue of help available. She prayed she wouldn't need to explore those
options. She had continued to stroke
the hair of the little boy lying on the bench next to her, his head on her
bundled coat and to pray as hard as she had ever prayed in her life.
Gabe was usually such a healthy little boy. He had never had a cold, a fever while
teething, or the flu. To see him so
listless and feverish brought a fresh bout of terror. Was this the illness that Dana was so afraid of?
"Gabe, how are you feeling sweetie?" She asked, not expecting an answer.
He looked at her with fever-bright reddened eyes. "I want Mommy." He whispered and closed his eyes.
'This is so hard' thought Brenna as she closed her eyes and
put her head back against the wall. 'Oh, God, please let me reach Dana next time.'
Almost another hour had passed and still they had not been
called. There had been a series of
accidents and shootings that night and the emergency room staff was working to
save the critically injured first. The
little boy with the fever would have to wait.
Brenna slid into a light doze, her right hand on Gabe, and
her rosary in her left.
Moments later the double doors to the emergency room opened
but no one came through. The breeze
from outside was suddenly warm and fresh. It smelled like every good thing that had ever been smelled to Gabe and
he smiled as he opened his eyes. He was
looking directly at the opened doors when three individuals stepped through
them and into the emergency room.
He sat up and stared at the three as they stopped almost
directly in front of him to smile down at him. The two on the ends smiled at least. The man in the middle looked like he had been hurt and had a lot of
booboo's and wasn't awake.
They turned and walked down the hall to the curtained areas
and disappeared.
Gabe looked at his cousin and tried to wake her. She wouldn't
wake up. He looked again toward the
curtain where the three had disappeared and slowly slid from the bench and from
his cousin's protective arm. He walked
directly to the curtained area and stooped down to peek under it.
He could only see two standing behind the curtain and this
made him even more curious. He knew he
was too curious for his own good. His
mommy had told him that many times. He
couldn't help being curious and searching for answers to his many
questions. He knew it made his
beautiful mommy proud when he figured things out for himself—it also made her
sad sometimes.
Right now his curiosity was burning like a bonfire. Questions were shooting through his brain
like sparks off the bonfire at Gramma Scully's house last fall. Where was the third man? Why was he asleep as they walked in? Who hurt him so much? Would he be okay? Could Mommy fix his booboo like she did his?
But the big question that pounded his brain was: Were those really wings on the back of the
two who brought the third man in? Were
those men angels? Like in the book…the
picture bible…Mommy read to him each night when she was home? He doubted it was true. The angels in Mommy's book had long flowing
white robes on. Their wings were always
smaller.
These two were dressed in clothes that looked like Mommy's
long coat—leather—that was the word. They were dressed in black leather and looked like the poster Brenna had
on her wall at home. Their wings, even
while folded, were longer than the men were tall and looked powerful.
As the thoughts spilled through his brain he crept slowly
forward to crawl under the curtain. He
silently rose to his feet and looked up.
The man in the middle was lying on the cart in the center of
the area. The two beings flanked either
side of the cart.
The one on his right was fierce looking. The one on his left was friendly
looking. They both turned their heads
to Gabe and smiled. He smiled back.
"Are you angels?" His question popped out.
The two looked at each other and seemed to silently
communicate.
"Yes." The
fierce looking angel spoke, turning to smile at him again.
"My name is William Gabriel Scully, but everyone calls
me Gabe. What are your names?"
"My name is Gabriel and this is Michael" the
friendly looking angel replied.
"Your name is the same as mine. Was I named after you?" Gabe asked intrigued.
"It pleases me to think that it is so. Your mother has been a particular favorite
of mine for many years."
"Are you the same two angels in my book at home?"
he asked.
They nodded.
"Why then, do you have white dresses on in the book and
wear black leather now?"
"Gabe, each person we visit sees us as he or she thinks
we should be. The person who
illustrated or drew the pictures in your book saw us with white robes. You see us as we are now, because that's how
you think of us."
Gabe stared up at the two for a few minutes. You could almost see his brilliant little
mind processing the information the angel had given him.
"That means that you look like you do to me because I
like Mommy's black coat and the poster in Cousin Brenna's room. So, what do you really look like?"
Once again the two angels looked at each other and
smiled. This time Michael answered.
"No person of this earth may see us in our real
state. Only he who created us and his
son can behold our true selves."
"Only God and Jesus can really see you?" His brow wrinkled as he thought this
through.
"Okay. What are
you doing here? Who is that on the
cart? Who hurt him? Why is he asleep? Can I see him?" Gabe
could barely speak fast enough to get all his questions out.
"William Gabriel, we will answer all the questions we
can one at a time. Pick your most
important question and start there." Michael said somewhat sternly.
"'kay." He
thought for a few seconds.
"What are you doing here?"
"We are here to deliver this man back to those who love
him."
"Who is he?"
"He is Fox William Mulder."
"My Daddy?"
The two angels looked down at the man on the table and
smiled.
"Yes. He is
your father." Michael said.
"Why did God send you to bring him here?"
"Our Lord tired of the abuse one of his chosen was
forced to suffer." Michael
answered.
"Why didn't he just heal him and let him go home?"
"His suffering must not be in vain. Others must be made to recognize the extent
he has been abused and to fear the enemy that inflicted it." Gabriel sadly answered.
"Will he be okay? Can my Mommy help him?"
"Your mother is the very medicine his heart needs to
heal. His body will eventually repair
all of the damage inflicted, but his heart and soul are sorely torn." This time Michael answered.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes, little Gabe you may." Said Gabriel turning to lift the small child
up in his arms.
"You tickle." Gabe giggled.
The eyes of both angels widened at this statement.
"Tickle?" Michael said with an eyebrow slowly rising towards his hairline.
"Yes."
"Please explain how Gabriel is tickling you, Little
Gabe." He asked.
"Don't know. It's kind of how the washing machine feels when Mommy puts me up on it
when she is doing laundry and it starts to spin."
"You mean there is an underlying vibration of energy in
the washing machine?" Michael
asked as another smile crept across his face.
"Yep, tickles!" Gabe laughed as he stared straight into the eyes of Gabriel.
"Can…May I touch your wings?" He whispered.
"Yes, you may, and thank you for asking." Gabriel all but laughed aloud.
"Mommy says that all adults will respond more
positivedly if I ask for what I want instead of trying to take it like the
other kids. She says that there is a
time for politeness and a time for action and I will be grown up when I can
tell the difference. But right now I'm
to ask first." This long burst of
information was just a cover for the fascination the little guy had for their
wings. He reached toward the wing of
Gabriel with one finger extended.
Slowly he drew his finger along the flare of the wing,
feeling the strong bone structure and the row upon row of long white feathers
covering soft fluffy down.
"Can you really fly?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes, we are able to fly, but thought projection is
faster and safer in this world."
The man on the table began to move and a soft moan escaped
his lips.
Gabriel and Michael again exchanged looks.
"It is time for us to go Little Gabe. Your father is waking and soon will need
medical attention. Our work is done for
now." Michael said.
"You need to go back to your cousin." Gabriel added as he placed the child back
down on the ground.
"Will I see you again?" Gabe was trying to be brave, but the quiver in his chin and
bottom lip gave away the sadness that he felt.
"It is not for us to decide Gabe." Michael replied.
"But if we can, we will make our presence known to
you." Gabriel said kindly.
Gabe looked up to Gabriel's face and smiled. He held out his hand to shake with the
angel. Then he turned and walked to
Michael and shook hands with him.
"Thank you," he said to each angel in turn.
Michael was surprised at
his thanks.
"What are you thanking us for Little Gabe?"
"Thank you both for bringing my daddy back."
"We are only the messengers. The Lord brought your daddy back." Gabriel replied.
"Oh, I know it was God that wanted him back, but I will
say thank you to him in my prayers like my Mommy taught me. You still found him and brought him back to
Mommy and me."
Gabriel knelt down to the little man's level. He gazed fondly at the trusting face turned
up to his. He leaned down and placed a
kiss on Gabe's forehead.
"I have a message for you to remember for your mother
and father. Tell them 'Gabriel and Michael
have asked for forgiveness of the sinner at their door. He will be important to God's plan.' Can you repeat that message Little
Gabe?"
Gabe quickly repeated the message and started to ask more
questions.
He was surprised to see Michael kneeling down to kiss him
also.
"Tell no one of our visit except your parents. They will know what to do with the knowledge
of our visit and the message in the near future." The angel reached behind his back and
plucked out a feather from his wing.
"Goodbye my little friend." Michael said as he handed Gabe the feather.
"Go back to your cousin now, Gabe." Gabriel smiled.
Gabe crawled under the curtain and walked back down to his
sleeping cousin Brenna. He was suddenly
very tied. He crawled up on the bench
and put his head back down on Brenna's coat, still clutching the feather.
His eyes popped open and he sat up stroking his prize.
He unzipped the front pocket of Brenna's backpack and placed
the feather in it for safekeeping. With
a huge yawn he lay back down and closed his eyes.
The two were still asleep when a commotion behind one of the
curtains woke them.
Brenna realized she had been sleeping too long. She looked down at the sleepy child and
kissed him on the forehead to check his fever. She was surprised to find him cool to the touch. The mysterious fever was gone just as
quickly as it had arrived.
She was suddenly unsure about subjecting Gabe to an
emergency room experience without his mother. She dialed the phone again but wasn't surprised to when there was no
answer. She decided she would take Gabe
home and try to contact Dana through Mr. Skinner.
As they exited the emergency room, the loud voices
increased. There was a number of people
running and pulling equipment into the curtained area.
Gabe looked over his cousin Brenna's shoulder and waved at
the curtain area.
"Bye Daddy. Get
better. See you soon."
He put his head down and quickly fell back to sleep.
Author's notes: This
is the first of a three-part story of the future. I am aware that there are many X Files fanfic fans who are not
Christian—but Scully is and so am I. I
figure that I have as much right to write what my heart would like to read as
anyone else who chooses to write Slash or Torture stories. If you did not enjoy it, please don't read
the next two stories. If you did, I
hope you let me know.