Title: Fantaisie Tordue
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel
Keywords: DRR, Skinner/Other, Mulder/Other
Detication: Well...I don't really know who this is for...I don't think anyone I know would really want to have a story like this deticated to them...maybe...have to ask around...it is kinda...weird and out there...be warned!
Summary: When a series of bizzare murders happen, Monica starts to get vivid images and starts to worry, but is she going to far when she has Mulder to come and help, she may be opening some wounds too tender to be re- opened...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use.
***Author's Note: Please, before reading this, know what you are getting yourself into. I don't want to be held responsible for your problems, as I will warn you now, this will be very graphic and intense. It will cross the lines of normal writing and powerful writing. I will take you on a thrill ride that if you can take it, you won't soon forget. I hope to have you hooked, and that you will keep craving more and more, as I write chapter after chapter until I reach the climax and its all done. I promise you, you won't know what the real story is until then, it will keep you guessing. I don't like stories that are obvious right off. That is part of the reason I am writing this. That and I like the upper hand that I have, as a writer, that you can't jump to the end and see how it all ends. Be warned...if you are weak of stomach, this isn't recomended...faint of heart, same thing. If you like this type of story, read on, but be forthwarned...once you enter this, you won't want to leave. It'll keep you hooked and craving for the next chapter, which will prolly be about every two weeks. I don't want to be the writer that lets you know everything right away, but you will get little clues along the way that you will need to put together to solve this X-File. So go on and read...but don't do it with the lights out and alone...you may very seriously regret it...***
Chapter Nine
John's Demons
Scully's Appartment
Georgetown, Virginia
9:00 PM
Monica had been having another episode and he was there this time. He had to hold her so that she wouldn't hurt herself. When everyone came rushing in...John was still holding her and got up to let Dana take over. He had to step outside...he couldn't stand to be in the same room as anyone else right now. His depression...sorrow...anger...hate was too strong and he feared that he was actually leading Monica to have these episodes, but he really didn't want to think of it like that. He couldn't bare to think that he was causing the one woman he really, truely loved to have that happen to her. It hurt him to think that. He had felt so much for her, but left it so locked up and he wasn't about ready to speak up. Not with Tommy having just died and his mother having breathing problems and being admitted to Washington Memorial. He hadn't said anything to anyone about that, not even Monica when she was there, and that too, added to his troubled look and mind.
He left Scullys appartment and walked down the halls...trying his damnedest to make sense of it all. How could he be so damn nieve and not see it? He had to protect Scully and Monica. If he didn't, he'd have failed to protect anyone who was ever with him. Luke. Tommy. His own mother who he was off to go check on. He couldn't stand having this sorrow to walk with...his pain was too much to share. he soon got outside and the cold air reminded him that he was too cold hearted and need to get warmer...but he didn't give a damn. He just got into his car, alone, and sat back. He turned on the radio to be greeted by a old song from a rock band called Linkin Park. He listened to the lyrics...thinking hard and long...
It starts with
one thing/I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme
to explain in due time
All I knoe
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Its so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on/But didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch it go
I kept everything inside and even tho I tried/It all fell apart
What it meant to me will evetually/be a memory/of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing/i don't know why
Doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme
To remind myself How
I tried so hard
He felt so much like the person in the song. How he'd lost everything...there was nothing he could do to save anyone, he was worthless and pathetic. A loser. John started to cry...tears ran down his cheek, slowly at first and this was alien to him, he'd never do it before. He was alone, so it didn't matter too much, but why was he crying? What had driven him to do so? He sat alone...thinking...wanting to be with Monica so badly. He craved for her love...but how could he express himself to her? He couldn't just walk in and tell her, she would probably laugh him out. And that would hurt him more then anything else. He thought back to when Luke had been killed...how Monica was there for him and they had that one night stand...he didn't want to have that happen, but it did...and that had changed everything, but then with a pang of anger, sorrow and depression she left him. He couldn't bare to remember even that because that had led to more tears. A sudden knock on his window shattered his thoughts. It was Agent Madison.
"Doggett?" she asked, in her sweet tone of voice.
"Yes...?" he said, trying to regain his composure.
"I hate to tell you this...but your mother just passed away."
"She did?"
"Yes."
"Please leave me...I have to go see her...I have to!" said Doggett speeding off alone into the darkness for which he had so deeply been thrown into...
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel
Keywords: DRR, Skinner/Other, Mulder/Other
Detication: Well...I don't really know who this is for...I don't think anyone I know would really want to have a story like this deticated to them...maybe...have to ask around...it is kinda...weird and out there...be warned!
Summary: When a series of bizzare murders happen, Monica starts to get vivid images and starts to worry, but is she going to far when she has Mulder to come and help, she may be opening some wounds too tender to be re- opened...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use.
***Author's Note: Please, before reading this, know what you are getting yourself into. I don't want to be held responsible for your problems, as I will warn you now, this will be very graphic and intense. It will cross the lines of normal writing and powerful writing. I will take you on a thrill ride that if you can take it, you won't soon forget. I hope to have you hooked, and that you will keep craving more and more, as I write chapter after chapter until I reach the climax and its all done. I promise you, you won't know what the real story is until then, it will keep you guessing. I don't like stories that are obvious right off. That is part of the reason I am writing this. That and I like the upper hand that I have, as a writer, that you can't jump to the end and see how it all ends. Be warned...if you are weak of stomach, this isn't recomended...faint of heart, same thing. If you like this type of story, read on, but be forthwarned...once you enter this, you won't want to leave. It'll keep you hooked and craving for the next chapter, which will prolly be about every two weeks. I don't want to be the writer that lets you know everything right away, but you will get little clues along the way that you will need to put together to solve this X-File. So go on and read...but don't do it with the lights out and alone...you may very seriously regret it...***
Chapter Nine
John's Demons
Scully's Appartment
Georgetown, Virginia
9:00 PM
Monica had been having another episode and he was there this time. He had to hold her so that she wouldn't hurt herself. When everyone came rushing in...John was still holding her and got up to let Dana take over. He had to step outside...he couldn't stand to be in the same room as anyone else right now. His depression...sorrow...anger...hate was too strong and he feared that he was actually leading Monica to have these episodes, but he really didn't want to think of it like that. He couldn't bare to think that he was causing the one woman he really, truely loved to have that happen to her. It hurt him to think that. He had felt so much for her, but left it so locked up and he wasn't about ready to speak up. Not with Tommy having just died and his mother having breathing problems and being admitted to Washington Memorial. He hadn't said anything to anyone about that, not even Monica when she was there, and that too, added to his troubled look and mind.
He left Scullys appartment and walked down the halls...trying his damnedest to make sense of it all. How could he be so damn nieve and not see it? He had to protect Scully and Monica. If he didn't, he'd have failed to protect anyone who was ever with him. Luke. Tommy. His own mother who he was off to go check on. He couldn't stand having this sorrow to walk with...his pain was too much to share. he soon got outside and the cold air reminded him that he was too cold hearted and need to get warmer...but he didn't give a damn. He just got into his car, alone, and sat back. He turned on the radio to be greeted by a old song from a rock band called Linkin Park. He listened to the lyrics...thinking hard and long...
It starts with
one thing/I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme
to explain in due time
All I knoe
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Its so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on/But didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch it go
I kept everything inside and even tho I tried/It all fell apart
What it meant to me will evetually/be a memory/of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing/i don't know why
Doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme
To remind myself How
I tried so hard
He felt so much like the person in the song. How he'd lost everything...there was nothing he could do to save anyone, he was worthless and pathetic. A loser. John started to cry...tears ran down his cheek, slowly at first and this was alien to him, he'd never do it before. He was alone, so it didn't matter too much, but why was he crying? What had driven him to do so? He sat alone...thinking...wanting to be with Monica so badly. He craved for her love...but how could he express himself to her? He couldn't just walk in and tell her, she would probably laugh him out. And that would hurt him more then anything else. He thought back to when Luke had been killed...how Monica was there for him and they had that one night stand...he didn't want to have that happen, but it did...and that had changed everything, but then with a pang of anger, sorrow and depression she left him. He couldn't bare to remember even that because that had led to more tears. A sudden knock on his window shattered his thoughts. It was Agent Madison.
"Doggett?" she asked, in her sweet tone of voice.
"Yes...?" he said, trying to regain his composure.
"I hate to tell you this...but your mother just passed away."
"She did?"
"Yes."
"Please leave me...I have to go see her...I have to!" said Doggett speeding off alone into the darkness for which he had so deeply been thrown into...