Rated: PG…for some language
Feedback: Review or send an e-mail to CJSPOOKS@aol.com
Please note I'm a novice at X-Files fan fiction writing.
Categories: General, slight angst, and M/S shippiness
Summary: Right after season 8's finale, "Existence". During season 9.Told by the different characters' point of Views.
Misc. Notes: There are bits and pieces of baby mention…major shippiness…and stuff. Parts and chapters w/ the same titles means they happen at the same time during the season.
Disclaimers: Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Doggett, and Reyes belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and FOX. Don't sue. All I own is a TV, VCR, lots of tooth rotting candy, bunny stuffed animals, X-Files, Enterprise, and Star Wars merchandise, and a hell of a lot of crazy crap on the walls.
Pain
By CJSpooks
Chapter One: Missing You Part I
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Mulder:
As I sit here alone in this abandoned church late at night praying to whoever can hear me, I think of no one, other than her. I think of her all the time now. I wish things were different. I wish we could be two normal people in love but I know there is no chance of that ever happening.
I feel so empty without her to complete me. I feel so much pain welling up inside. I am a broken man. I want to hear her voice, smell her sweet scent, taste her flesh, and just be with her until I die. I'm so scared to be alone.
I want to see my son again. My God…we have a son. What would his life be without a father? I already discussed this with Scully. I won't let my son down. I won't be a deadbeat dad. Scully and I risked so much to have a child…together.
Oh God…please…I need Scully. I can't live without her. If Scully were here, she'd help me or ditch me in the middle of nowhere. She'd make me laugh until it hurts or make me cry. She'd love me to pieces or she'd hate my guts. She'd hug and kiss me into heaven or she'd beat the fucking crap out of me. She'd lighten up my day or she'd piss the hell out of me.
I remember the exact moment right before I told her I was leaving. I kissed he with our son in my arms, between us. It was magical. For the first time, I felt as if nothing could ruin our beautiful moment. The government, the aliens, the FBI, or even that Cigarette Smoking son of a bitch resurrecting from the dead couldn't stop us from being a happy family right then and there. I didn't want to leave her, but I knew I had to. She knew that and understood.
"Damn…I miss Scully." –I say as I get up from the pew and I walk slowly out of the church.
End of Chapter 1
Feedback: Review or send an e-mail to CJSPOOKS@aol.com
Please note I'm a novice at X-Files fan fiction writing.
Categories: General, slight angst, and M/S shippiness
Summary: Right after season 8's finale, "Existence". During season 9.Told by the different characters' point of Views.
Misc. Notes: There are bits and pieces of baby mention…major shippiness…and stuff. Parts and chapters w/ the same titles means they happen at the same time during the season.
Disclaimers: Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Doggett, and Reyes belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and FOX. Don't sue. All I own is a TV, VCR, lots of tooth rotting candy, bunny stuffed animals, X-Files, Enterprise, and Star Wars merchandise, and a hell of a lot of crazy crap on the walls.
Pain
By CJSpooks
Chapter One: Missing You Part I
****************************************************
Mulder:
As I sit here alone in this abandoned church late at night praying to whoever can hear me, I think of no one, other than her. I think of her all the time now. I wish things were different. I wish we could be two normal people in love but I know there is no chance of that ever happening.
I feel so empty without her to complete me. I feel so much pain welling up inside. I am a broken man. I want to hear her voice, smell her sweet scent, taste her flesh, and just be with her until I die. I'm so scared to be alone.
I want to see my son again. My God…we have a son. What would his life be without a father? I already discussed this with Scully. I won't let my son down. I won't be a deadbeat dad. Scully and I risked so much to have a child…together.
Oh God…please…I need Scully. I can't live without her. If Scully were here, she'd help me or ditch me in the middle of nowhere. She'd make me laugh until it hurts or make me cry. She'd love me to pieces or she'd hate my guts. She'd hug and kiss me into heaven or she'd beat the fucking crap out of me. She'd lighten up my day or she'd piss the hell out of me.
I remember the exact moment right before I told her I was leaving. I kissed he with our son in my arms, between us. It was magical. For the first time, I felt as if nothing could ruin our beautiful moment. The government, the aliens, the FBI, or even that Cigarette Smoking son of a bitch resurrecting from the dead couldn't stop us from being a happy family right then and there. I didn't want to leave her, but I knew I had to. She knew that and understood.
"Damn…I miss Scully." –I say as I get up from the pew and I walk slowly out of the church.
End of Chapter 1