Title: Don't Cry
Category: DRF
Rating: G
Summary: Set during Providence. John's POV, even though he's in a coma. 'I don't want to be left here alone with nameless doctors and a faceless voice.'
Website: http://www.geocities.com/blu_starr1
Don't cry. Please. I can handle anybody else's tears, but not yours. They've been shed too many times on my behalf, and I can't be responsible for hurting you again. I'll be all right - I always am. You yourself know that better than anyone. You should be out there looking for Scully's baby, not here keeping vigil over me. She needs you more than I do now. Wait .. how do I know the baby's missing? Seems like I shouldn't know that. But I do. Why? And whose voice is that? Monica wait. I've changed my mind. Stay with me. I'm okay as long as you're here.
Don't go. I'm being selfish as usual. I know you should be out there, but.but it's comforting to have you here. I don't want to be left here alone with nameless doctors and a faceless voice that whispers things to me that I have no business knowing. Things about Scully, things about her baby .Monica listen -- you need to tell her, don't trust that man. Tell her, if she ever wants to see her baby again, not to believe a word he says. I don't know who's telling me this, I don't know why they're telling me this, but I do know that it's true. I feel the truth of it rushing through me as I've never felt anything before. It surges through my blood, setting it on fire with its urgency and I know I have to wake up to warn you. I know you'll believe me, no questions asked. I know you'll respect the unorthodoxy and validity of the information more than I ever would if the shoe were on the other foot. Shit. Gotta get up. Gotta get up now. Monica.
Don't worry. I'm tougher than I look you know. It's gonna take a lot more than getting hit by a car to stop me. Just.don't let go of my hand yet. Don't let me go. If I'm hearing voices then things aren't going too good. If I'm hearing voices.. Ironic, huh? Me, the great sceptic and all, and some greater power chooses me as its vessel to save Scully's baby. Get up, it tells me. Open your eyes. Move John, move. I'm trying Mon. Gotta believe me. Trying real hard. Never thought it would be so hard to command my own body. It's - you're going? But I don't want you to leave me. It's only been a couple of minutes. Surely you can stay for a little while longer?
Scully's here now. She's crying. She's telling me - she's telling me that you're fighting for me. That you're not gonna let me go. I already know that. No voice needs to tell me that one. But the strangest thing. . .I can see her now, see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Agent Scully."
"Agent Doggett?"
"I heard someone talking."
"That was me - it was me talking to you." "No, it wasn't you."
I try to think, what do I need to tell her? Something important.
"They're gonna come to you - but you can't trust them, do you understand that?"
She's looking at me as though she's not sure who I am. I need to convince her and I don't know how. As if by some divine intervention you open the door. My relief is overwhelming. You'll make her believe.
"Scully - my god."
You see that I'm awake and walk over to me, and I can't help but smile. Even though Scully's phone is already ringing.
End.
Category: DRF
Rating: G
Summary: Set during Providence. John's POV, even though he's in a coma. 'I don't want to be left here alone with nameless doctors and a faceless voice.'
Website: http://www.geocities.com/blu_starr1
Don't cry. Please. I can handle anybody else's tears, but not yours. They've been shed too many times on my behalf, and I can't be responsible for hurting you again. I'll be all right - I always am. You yourself know that better than anyone. You should be out there looking for Scully's baby, not here keeping vigil over me. She needs you more than I do now. Wait .. how do I know the baby's missing? Seems like I shouldn't know that. But I do. Why? And whose voice is that? Monica wait. I've changed my mind. Stay with me. I'm okay as long as you're here.
Don't go. I'm being selfish as usual. I know you should be out there, but.but it's comforting to have you here. I don't want to be left here alone with nameless doctors and a faceless voice that whispers things to me that I have no business knowing. Things about Scully, things about her baby .Monica listen -- you need to tell her, don't trust that man. Tell her, if she ever wants to see her baby again, not to believe a word he says. I don't know who's telling me this, I don't know why they're telling me this, but I do know that it's true. I feel the truth of it rushing through me as I've never felt anything before. It surges through my blood, setting it on fire with its urgency and I know I have to wake up to warn you. I know you'll believe me, no questions asked. I know you'll respect the unorthodoxy and validity of the information more than I ever would if the shoe were on the other foot. Shit. Gotta get up. Gotta get up now. Monica.
Don't worry. I'm tougher than I look you know. It's gonna take a lot more than getting hit by a car to stop me. Just.don't let go of my hand yet. Don't let me go. If I'm hearing voices then things aren't going too good. If I'm hearing voices.. Ironic, huh? Me, the great sceptic and all, and some greater power chooses me as its vessel to save Scully's baby. Get up, it tells me. Open your eyes. Move John, move. I'm trying Mon. Gotta believe me. Trying real hard. Never thought it would be so hard to command my own body. It's - you're going? But I don't want you to leave me. It's only been a couple of minutes. Surely you can stay for a little while longer?
Scully's here now. She's crying. She's telling me - she's telling me that you're fighting for me. That you're not gonna let me go. I already know that. No voice needs to tell me that one. But the strangest thing. . .I can see her now, see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Agent Scully."
"Agent Doggett?"
"I heard someone talking."
"That was me - it was me talking to you." "No, it wasn't you."
I try to think, what do I need to tell her? Something important.
"They're gonna come to you - but you can't trust them, do you understand that?"
She's looking at me as though she's not sure who I am. I need to convince her and I don't know how. As if by some divine intervention you open the door. My relief is overwhelming. You'll make her believe.
"Scully - my god."
You see that I'm awake and walk over to me, and I can't help but smile. Even though Scully's phone is already ringing.
End.