From: Char Priolo danakr@bellatlantic.net
Date: Thu, 07 Jun 2001 21:59:42 -0400
Subject: New - Coward
Source: xff
Title: Coward
Author - Char Priolo
E-Mail address - Danakry@bellatlantic.net
Archive: Anywhere and everywhere (just let me know)
Rating - PG-13 (for now)
Category -V, A (Angst), MSR & DSR
Spoilers -US8
Comments: This is the first of what might be a number of short stories, I'm
not sure when the next one will be done. Who knows maybe in a day or two,
or in a few weeks.
Disclaimers: None of these characters belong to me. I'm just borrowing them
and I promise to return them in good or excellent condition to their
original owners.
Summary - How I think Mulder will be writing out of the show for season 9
Two months after Will's big entry.
5:30am
She woke to the cries of her son wanting to be fed, slowly she rolled over
hoping he stayed last night. She opened her eyes to find the other side of
the bed had not been slept in, with a sad sigh she slipped out of bed to
her son. After feeding and burping Will, she placed him back into his crib
as she went to the bathroom to get ready for her first day back to work.
6:45am
She gathered Will's bottles, diapers and toys into the big blue diaper bag
that her mother gave her. As she finished getting ready to leave she saw a
piece of paper with her name on it on the dinning room table. She dropped
all her things and picked up the letter, a tear rolled down her face as she
read the letter.
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S
I know I'm a coward for not talking to you face to face about
this, but with all that's happened in the last year, I can't face you.
There is so much for me to deal with, from the missing time, the torture,
and the dreams, being dead and buried, coming back to life, and being a
father. I'm sorry to lay this on you now, but I can't handle all this. I
feel like I'm losing control of my life, I feel trapped, I need to get out,
to break free from all this. I'm taking a job teaching at Oxford that was
offered to me last year, a week before I was
taken, I've decided this might be the best for my mental health. I want you
to know that I DO love you and Will, the two of you ARE my family, but I
need to get away, please understand and PLEASE don't hate me.
Love always,
M
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As she finished reading his goodbye letter, she slid down to the floor and
cried into her hands and her son cried too.
9:15am
Dana's first day back
John paced back and forth reading the new case file as she came into the
small, dark office. He placed the folder down on his desk as he watched her
put her things away.
"Welcome back." He said cheerfully.
"Thanks." She said in a sad whisper.
"What's wrong?" He said as he walked over to her.
"He's gone." She said with a sad sigh.
"What do you mean 'Gone'?" He asked as she handed him the letter. She slid
into her chair and placed her head in her hands while her elbows rested on
the desk. After a while she folded her hands and let her thumbs rested
under her chin.
"Read that." She murmured.
"I can't believe this. How can a man see all he's seen and be scared away
by a baby?" John said as hope soared though his soul. How can his heart
dare the think it have a chance with someone who just had the rug pulled
from under her.
"Well he is." She let out a sad sigh and said. "I'm glad I prepared myself
for being a single mother. I just wish.."
John was angered at this sight, a tough cookie being turned into a defeated
little girl. "If I ever see him again, I will kick his ass." He thought to
himself.
"Why don't you just take off, go home. I'll cover for you, go play with
that beautiful little boy." John said as he grabbed her hands from her face
and pulled her up off the chair. "Go. Play hokey."
"I can't John, it's my first day back. Skinner probably wants to see us
about a new case. Right now that's what I need, keeping myself busy. Thanks
for your concerned." Dana said as she slipped out of his grip, she turned
back as she walked out of the office. "Ready?"
"Yep. Are you sure?"
"Yes, let's go."
The End (For now)
Char Priolo (danakr@bellatlantic.net or danakry@yahoo.com)
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