~*~*Alright everyone, third part to this little thing. Thank you all for
the great comments so far! *~*~
Title: Angel Author: Madame Spooky Genre: MSR/Angst/Char. Death-SONGFIC Rating: PG-13 Summary: Scully realizes why seeing Mulder changes everything. Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue LOL. WARNING: I think you've read enough of the same thing. I'm pretty sure you've all heard the song this one is based on. I got this idea from City Of Angels.
Scully was tired. It had been forever since she'd slept in her bed, and she couldn't see the point in sleeping on the couch again. His couch. Alright, so she could damn well see the point of it all. She already had her blankets and pillows propped on the couch, and she really didn't feel like dragging them back the hallway to her bedroom. Mostly because her muscles ached, but also because she's just lapsed into Psychopathic Schizophrenia back at the grave stone. Hear him? Oh yeah, that's a good way to convince people that you're getting over this. Sure, fine, whatever. She'd kept everything, including his clothes. Well, everything but what she couldn't fit. Which was only his waterbed. When had he gotten a waterbed anyway? She shook her thoughts away and settled back into the couch. He watched her from across the room. Was this a good time? Why was he hesitating? He walked across the hardwood floor, and approached her from behind. "Scully." he whispered. Her head shot forward and she looked around. He could see her chest rise and fall in the tempo of rapid breathing. "Scully it's alright." She knew at that moment she must be stark-raving mad. She could feel him. She felt his presence all around her, and she felt it when he slid his hands over her shoulders. "Mulder." She leaned her head back and it rested against something warm. His stomach. She was so happy to feel him, she didn't realize that the last year had happened at all. She forgot for those glorious few minutes that he was gone. She forgot everything but the feelings she had. He began to massage her shoulders, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Mulder, I love you." She whispered. "I love you too, Scully.I always have." She felt his kiss on her cheek, on her neck. Why couldn't she turn around? Why didn't she open her eyes? She could smell him for Christ sake. Turn around, Dana! But she didn't. Whatever this was, weather it be a dream or reality, she didn't want to break it. She did, however, turn her head and meet his lips. The kiss tasted so real, so familiar and warm, that she felt her heart breaking all over again. If this was a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment. The kiss deepened as she lay back, resting her head on the couch, feeling his hand on her cheek. That's when she opened her eyes. Gone. Jesus he was gone! But she could still feel him right there. She reached out her hand and all at once she could see him again. Tears fell from her eyes as she pulled him towards her and felt his arms slide around her waist. Was this real? Shit, it better be. She felt him pull away, but kept her tight hold around his neck. "Stay here."
"Scully I can't." He sounded, if possible, even more upset about it than she was. If this wasn't a dream, she thought, then she'd sure as hell start to believe. "Please, Mulder." "Ok, Scully." She moved forward on the couch, and he slid in behind her, putting his arm around her waist, and the other under her head. Her arms draped over his, her hands interlocked with his. She wanted this to be a dream. Mostly so she wouldn't have to kick the shit out of him for faking his own death. But then again, it was because she didn't want to know he was there, and not be able to tell anyone. Not be able to go anywhere with him and talk to him and, well, just about everything normal people do. Her eyes closed and she settled back into his embrace. The one thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep, was that she couldn't feel his breath on her neck. That radio was playing again. It seemed to let itself be heard when it was crucial. Did she ever turn it off? He didn't think so. He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing.
Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always some reason, to feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction, oh beautiful release. Memories seep from my veins, and make me empty, oh and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight. In the arms of the Angel. Fly away from here, from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revere. You're in the arms of the Angel. May you find some comfort here. So tired of a strait line, and everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back. Storm keeps on twisting. Keep on building the lies, that you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference. Inescapable as time. It's easier to believe, in this sweet madness. All this glory and sadness that brings me to my knees. In the arms of the Angel. Fly away from here, from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revere. You're in the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here. You're in the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Well, that's the third part. Don't worry, there's more to come. It brings a whole lot of WHY in the next part, so beware. Thank you all for the nice things you've said=) I hope you like the fourth part as much as the rest of this so far.
~Madame Spooky~
Title: Angel Author: Madame Spooky Genre: MSR/Angst/Char. Death-SONGFIC Rating: PG-13 Summary: Scully realizes why seeing Mulder changes everything. Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue LOL. WARNING: I think you've read enough of the same thing. I'm pretty sure you've all heard the song this one is based on. I got this idea from City Of Angels.
Scully was tired. It had been forever since she'd slept in her bed, and she couldn't see the point in sleeping on the couch again. His couch. Alright, so she could damn well see the point of it all. She already had her blankets and pillows propped on the couch, and she really didn't feel like dragging them back the hallway to her bedroom. Mostly because her muscles ached, but also because she's just lapsed into Psychopathic Schizophrenia back at the grave stone. Hear him? Oh yeah, that's a good way to convince people that you're getting over this. Sure, fine, whatever. She'd kept everything, including his clothes. Well, everything but what she couldn't fit. Which was only his waterbed. When had he gotten a waterbed anyway? She shook her thoughts away and settled back into the couch. He watched her from across the room. Was this a good time? Why was he hesitating? He walked across the hardwood floor, and approached her from behind. "Scully." he whispered. Her head shot forward and she looked around. He could see her chest rise and fall in the tempo of rapid breathing. "Scully it's alright." She knew at that moment she must be stark-raving mad. She could feel him. She felt his presence all around her, and she felt it when he slid his hands over her shoulders. "Mulder." She leaned her head back and it rested against something warm. His stomach. She was so happy to feel him, she didn't realize that the last year had happened at all. She forgot for those glorious few minutes that he was gone. She forgot everything but the feelings she had. He began to massage her shoulders, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Mulder, I love you." She whispered. "I love you too, Scully.I always have." She felt his kiss on her cheek, on her neck. Why couldn't she turn around? Why didn't she open her eyes? She could smell him for Christ sake. Turn around, Dana! But she didn't. Whatever this was, weather it be a dream or reality, she didn't want to break it. She did, however, turn her head and meet his lips. The kiss tasted so real, so familiar and warm, that she felt her heart breaking all over again. If this was a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment. The kiss deepened as she lay back, resting her head on the couch, feeling his hand on her cheek. That's when she opened her eyes. Gone. Jesus he was gone! But she could still feel him right there. She reached out her hand and all at once she could see him again. Tears fell from her eyes as she pulled him towards her and felt his arms slide around her waist. Was this real? Shit, it better be. She felt him pull away, but kept her tight hold around his neck. "Stay here."
"Scully I can't." He sounded, if possible, even more upset about it than she was. If this wasn't a dream, she thought, then she'd sure as hell start to believe. "Please, Mulder." "Ok, Scully." She moved forward on the couch, and he slid in behind her, putting his arm around her waist, and the other under her head. Her arms draped over his, her hands interlocked with his. She wanted this to be a dream. Mostly so she wouldn't have to kick the shit out of him for faking his own death. But then again, it was because she didn't want to know he was there, and not be able to tell anyone. Not be able to go anywhere with him and talk to him and, well, just about everything normal people do. Her eyes closed and she settled back into his embrace. The one thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep, was that she couldn't feel his breath on her neck. That radio was playing again. It seemed to let itself be heard when it was crucial. Did she ever turn it off? He didn't think so. He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing.
Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always some reason, to feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction, oh beautiful release. Memories seep from my veins, and make me empty, oh and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight. In the arms of the Angel. Fly away from here, from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revere. You're in the arms of the Angel. May you find some comfort here. So tired of a strait line, and everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back. Storm keeps on twisting. Keep on building the lies, that you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference. Inescapable as time. It's easier to believe, in this sweet madness. All this glory and sadness that brings me to my knees. In the arms of the Angel. Fly away from here, from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revere. You're in the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here. You're in the arms of the Angel, may you find some comfort here. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Well, that's the third part. Don't worry, there's more to come. It brings a whole lot of WHY in the next part, so beware. Thank you all for the nice things you've said=) I hope you like the fourth part as much as the rest of this so far.
~Madame Spooky~