DIARY SERIES
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a little angst, cancer
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: EPISODES UP TO REDUX II
SUMMARY: while Scully fights her cancer Mulder is allowed to read her journals
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
AUTOR´S NOTES:this is my second long story. I started this when I was a little
depressed after watching Redux I and II again. I promise I´ll write some more parts
when I´m in the right mood again, okay?
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PROLOGUE
I´ve just left Scully´s hospital room. Her cancer´s gotten worse again.
She gave me a letter and asked me to read it at her appartment.
It feels weird. I always thought that she don´t likes it when I hang around
her appartment when she isn´t there. So I´ve done it only a couple times when
I knew she would arrive within a few minutes.
I like her place. It´s comfy and it feels more like home to me than my own
appartment.
So here I am, sitting on her sofa and wishing she could be here
with me. But the only thing of her which is here right now is the envelope she
gave me. I open it carefully and look at her beautiful and precise handwriting.
Dear Mulder,
I don´t know how much time I have left... I know you hate it when I think this way,
but let´s face it, I´m going to die pretty soon.
But there´s still so much I want to tell you. The only "problem" is that I´m not very
good at saying the things that go through my mind. I tend to write them down.
I´ve been doing that a long time now - my mom gave me my first journal when I was
twelve. I was rather shy at expressing my feelings and problems. Mom thought it would
be a good idea to write it down when I couldn´t talk to her about it.
Though I stopped writing for awhile I started to keep a journal again when I met you.
That´s not a bad thing, I promise.
It´s just that it was the best way, my way, to deal with all the things I´ve seen during
our investigations and to sort my feelings. Don´t get me wrong, Mulder, you´re my best
friend and the most important person in my life, but there are still some things I can´t
talk about. Not even to you...
Sooo, I want to ask a favor of you. On the bookshelf in my bedroom you´ll find some
journals. I want you to read them.
I wanted to tell you all these things personally someday but it seems to be impossible.
So you have to read it and perhaps you´ll get to know me a little better (sometimes
you look at me like I´m an enigma to you), and why it´s so hard for me to talk to you
about certain things. I hope I´ll be there when you finish reading. I won´t give up
fighting against this illness, I promise. But I don´t know how much longer I can do it.
So, go and get the journals now. There´s iced tea in the fridge. Make yourself at home.
Everywhere you like. Yeah, you´ve heard right. You may even lay down in the bedroom
if you like to stay awhile.
Love, Scully.
I have to smile though the tears are flowing down my cheeks.
I go to the fridge to get a can of iced tea and grab a glass from the shelf. I don´t think
Scully would appreciate me drinking straight from the can. What else are glasses for?
Then I go to her bedroom to get her journals. It´s strange to be in here without beeing
ill myself. I toe off my shoes and settle between the cushions on her bed.
Hmmm, Scullyscent. I miss her so much. I don´t think I can read all her entries in the
journals, I´ll just browse through them.
I decide to start with her first entry, though. The one she wrote the day she was assigned
to the X-Files and we met for the first time.
The day my life changed...
END (for now)
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a little angst, cancer
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: EPISODES UP TO REDUX II
SUMMARY: while Scully fights her cancer Mulder is allowed to read her journals
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
AUTOR´S NOTES:this is my second long story. I started this when I was a little
depressed after watching Redux I and II again. I promise I´ll write some more parts
when I´m in the right mood again, okay?
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PROLOGUE
I´ve just left Scully´s hospital room. Her cancer´s gotten worse again.
She gave me a letter and asked me to read it at her appartment.
It feels weird. I always thought that she don´t likes it when I hang around
her appartment when she isn´t there. So I´ve done it only a couple times when
I knew she would arrive within a few minutes.
I like her place. It´s comfy and it feels more like home to me than my own
appartment.
So here I am, sitting on her sofa and wishing she could be here
with me. But the only thing of her which is here right now is the envelope she
gave me. I open it carefully and look at her beautiful and precise handwriting.
Dear Mulder,
I don´t know how much time I have left... I know you hate it when I think this way,
but let´s face it, I´m going to die pretty soon.
But there´s still so much I want to tell you. The only "problem" is that I´m not very
good at saying the things that go through my mind. I tend to write them down.
I´ve been doing that a long time now - my mom gave me my first journal when I was
twelve. I was rather shy at expressing my feelings and problems. Mom thought it would
be a good idea to write it down when I couldn´t talk to her about it.
Though I stopped writing for awhile I started to keep a journal again when I met you.
That´s not a bad thing, I promise.
It´s just that it was the best way, my way, to deal with all the things I´ve seen during
our investigations and to sort my feelings. Don´t get me wrong, Mulder, you´re my best
friend and the most important person in my life, but there are still some things I can´t
talk about. Not even to you...
Sooo, I want to ask a favor of you. On the bookshelf in my bedroom you´ll find some
journals. I want you to read them.
I wanted to tell you all these things personally someday but it seems to be impossible.
So you have to read it and perhaps you´ll get to know me a little better (sometimes
you look at me like I´m an enigma to you), and why it´s so hard for me to talk to you
about certain things. I hope I´ll be there when you finish reading. I won´t give up
fighting against this illness, I promise. But I don´t know how much longer I can do it.
So, go and get the journals now. There´s iced tea in the fridge. Make yourself at home.
Everywhere you like. Yeah, you´ve heard right. You may even lay down in the bedroom
if you like to stay awhile.
Love, Scully.
I have to smile though the tears are flowing down my cheeks.
I go to the fridge to get a can of iced tea and grab a glass from the shelf. I don´t think
Scully would appreciate me drinking straight from the can. What else are glasses for?
Then I go to her bedroom to get her journals. It´s strange to be in here without beeing
ill myself. I toe off my shoes and settle between the cushions on her bed.
Hmmm, Scullyscent. I miss her so much. I don´t think I can read all her entries in the
journals, I´ll just browse through them.
I decide to start with her first entry, though. The one she wrote the day she was assigned
to the X-Files and we met for the first time.
The day my life changed...
END (for now)