The Sky is Broken
By: Trish
Disclaimer: I have only a few meager possessions; the rights to the x files (and Moby for that matter) are not included among them.
Author's note: This is written in a pseudo-script fashion, only so that it may be easier to follow in scene transition and to better relay my vision of how the story plays out. Also, a great majority of the story is dialogue.
Scene1: Outdoors yet the background is unclear. The sun is shining above in a pale blue sky. (In slow motion, Scully's long auburn tresses flail into the air as she turns her head so that her eyes meet with Mulder's) 'The Sky is broken' by Moby is playing in the background.
SCULLY voiceover:
There have been times I have been sure of what I felt, and then others when I have only scraped, if that, the surface. Truth...the truth is deep-rooted. Not only in its own foundation, but also in the depths of our souls. Why then is it hard to seek out the truth? From my own experience, it is easier to see events unfold from at a great distance than when you are one of the components of the situation in examination. We don't see ourselves, and when we do, it is hard to justify such a truth. But we see what we reflect off others. The way they interact with us is a major cue to who we are. So, can't we then say our own truth lies in those around us?
(Mulder and Scully at each other in slow motion. Scully blinks and when she re-opens her eyes, they doefully catch the glare of the sun. Mulder puts his arm around her; her reflection can be seen in his eyes.)
Scene2: Basement office, 9:36 a.m Monday morning.
Dana Scully, weary from the arrival of a much too early Monday morning and a too short fleeting weekend, sips from her steaming Styrofoam cup. Sitting behind her partner's desk, she stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, as she is lost amongst her own thoughts.
MULDER: Hey, uh, Scully? (Notes her spacey disposition as he examines her from across the office as he enters)
Scully acknowledges his presence as she slightly shakes her head, but she does not look up at him or respond. She picks up a chewed up pencil from out of the pencil holder and rolls it between her thumb and index finger. She raises one eyebrow as she looks at the reflection of light in the metal piece that fastens the eraser to the pencil.
MULDER: Skinner wants to see us in his office in thirty minutes. (Mulder uses pun to fluctuate his tone to capture her interest, but in rather unsuccessful)
SCULLY: Why? (Obviously very uninterested as she continues to twirl the pencil)
MULDER: To review our recent progress. (mockingly, he tosses his over-coat to the side and sighs to himself as he approaches the desk)
SCULLY: (Still avoiding eye contact.) What progress? (what would be considered a facetious tone had she lacked any detachment)
MULDER: (stares at her blankly) I think that's the point.
Scully looks up at him for the fist time but still says nothing.
MULDER: I can see you could have used a longer weekend as well.
Scully looks at him curiously.
MULDER: (sighs as he sits on the corner of the deck, he places his hand in such a way that it touches hers. The pencil is now under her fingertips) I somehow overlooked my power bill. And NO one would come out to turn it back on because of the storm. SO, I spent my weekend trying to do a profile on that guy Burns for AD-A-HOLE Skinner by the one candle I have that you gave to me that one night I stopped by your place and said I liked the way your apartment smelled. (breathes in deeply) AND I had to take a cold shower. I haven't had a cold shower since my senior year in high school when I was dating this one girl that, well, never mind...
SCULLY: (she moves her eyes over him still lacking any facial expression) I, uh, I've been thinking a lot.
Mulder flashes her a discrediting look.
SCULLY: About work, my life. My life that revolves around my work. My work that is my life. (she stares off into space again and nods her head slightly as she quietly speaks)
MULDER: And what, you're unhappy with what your life has become, or what your work entails?
SCULLY: I joined the bureau knowing of the demands and time consumption. I just feel...I feel like I don't know where I am going anymore.
MULDER: I never know where I'm going. I just chase the lights in the sky and follow the breadcrumb evidence left behind by a conspiracy that is always ten steps ahead.
SCULLY: (smiles) At least you know what you want.
MULDER: What? To find proof of aliens? To prove to the world that I'm not insane?
SCULLY: You don't want that anymore?
MULDER: (shrugs) I have lost all credit that I ever once may have attained.
SCULLY: As a person or from your own viewpoint?
Mulder does not answer. His hand that rests next to hers takes the pencil from under her fingers and begins to roll it under his palm.
SCULLY: What do you want then?
MULDER: (looks at her, his face contorts to a visage of uncertainty) Change, I guess.
SCULLY: (stunned) Well, I think we're in for some change...
MULDER: What...Skinner? How's that anything new? (He looks up at the ceiling where pencils hang like ornaments)
SCULLY: Well, it's always interesting to hear what he thinks...
MULDER: (smiles) Oh, yeah. (pauses) Even he thinks I'm a waste.
SCULLY: What...what is this? Wosey Mulder? You want me to grab my violin?
Mulder, very unamused, looks at her sharply.
SCULLY: (in response to the 'look') I'm just not used to seeing you like this.
MULDER: Maybe I've just been so blinded by my own selfish pursuit that any chance for a life has really passed me by.
SCULLY: It's what you make of it. You are here because you are meant to be. When opportunity arrises, choice is at your disposal. Or maybe it can be ascribed to something less intricate.
MULDER: What?
SCULLY: (shrugs) I don't know...fate maybe?
MULDER: Less intricate than choice?
SCULLY: I think so. At least choice is subject to control.
MULDER: But the choices you make lead the construction of your fate.
SCULLY: Mulder, you are supposed to be the grounded one.
MULDER: (aghast) ME? I have my head in the clouds most of the time. Or searching the skies!(Taps the pencil in the air as he talks)
SCULLY: (Grabs the pencil from him) Yeah, well, at least it's something you're passionate about. Something you believe in.
MULDER: (thoughtfully) What do you believe in?
SCULLY: Justice, science, truth...that we all have the power to sculpt our lives to our liking.
MULDER: So, you are happy with your life then?
SCULLY: I never said I wasn't. I just get a little restless. And being chewed out by Skinner doesn't ease the tension. (looks at the clock)
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"The Sky Is Broken"
See the storm is broken
in the middle of the night
nothing left here for me
it's washed away
the rain pushes
the buildings aside
the sky turns black
the sky
wash it far
push it out to sea
there's nothing left here
for me
I watch it lift up to the sky
I watch it crush me
and then I die
Speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
pull your mouth
close to mine
I can see the wind coming down
like black night
so speak to me
like the winds outside
it's broken up, pushing us
hear the rain fall
see the wind come to my eyes
see the storm broken
now nothing
speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
speak to me
hold your mouth to mine
'cause the sky is breaking
it's deeper than love
I know the way you feel
like the rains outside
speak to me
(Recognize it? That's because this is the same song that plays in 'All things')
By: Trish
Disclaimer: I have only a few meager possessions; the rights to the x files (and Moby for that matter) are not included among them.
Author's note: This is written in a pseudo-script fashion, only so that it may be easier to follow in scene transition and to better relay my vision of how the story plays out. Also, a great majority of the story is dialogue.
Scene1: Outdoors yet the background is unclear. The sun is shining above in a pale blue sky. (In slow motion, Scully's long auburn tresses flail into the air as she turns her head so that her eyes meet with Mulder's) 'The Sky is broken' by Moby is playing in the background.
SCULLY voiceover:
There have been times I have been sure of what I felt, and then others when I have only scraped, if that, the surface. Truth...the truth is deep-rooted. Not only in its own foundation, but also in the depths of our souls. Why then is it hard to seek out the truth? From my own experience, it is easier to see events unfold from at a great distance than when you are one of the components of the situation in examination. We don't see ourselves, and when we do, it is hard to justify such a truth. But we see what we reflect off others. The way they interact with us is a major cue to who we are. So, can't we then say our own truth lies in those around us?
(Mulder and Scully at each other in slow motion. Scully blinks and when she re-opens her eyes, they doefully catch the glare of the sun. Mulder puts his arm around her; her reflection can be seen in his eyes.)
Scene2: Basement office, 9:36 a.m Monday morning.
Dana Scully, weary from the arrival of a much too early Monday morning and a too short fleeting weekend, sips from her steaming Styrofoam cup. Sitting behind her partner's desk, she stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, as she is lost amongst her own thoughts.
MULDER: Hey, uh, Scully? (Notes her spacey disposition as he examines her from across the office as he enters)
Scully acknowledges his presence as she slightly shakes her head, but she does not look up at him or respond. She picks up a chewed up pencil from out of the pencil holder and rolls it between her thumb and index finger. She raises one eyebrow as she looks at the reflection of light in the metal piece that fastens the eraser to the pencil.
MULDER: Skinner wants to see us in his office in thirty minutes. (Mulder uses pun to fluctuate his tone to capture her interest, but in rather unsuccessful)
SCULLY: Why? (Obviously very uninterested as she continues to twirl the pencil)
MULDER: To review our recent progress. (mockingly, he tosses his over-coat to the side and sighs to himself as he approaches the desk)
SCULLY: (Still avoiding eye contact.) What progress? (what would be considered a facetious tone had she lacked any detachment)
MULDER: (stares at her blankly) I think that's the point.
Scully looks up at him for the fist time but still says nothing.
MULDER: I can see you could have used a longer weekend as well.
Scully looks at him curiously.
MULDER: (sighs as he sits on the corner of the deck, he places his hand in such a way that it touches hers. The pencil is now under her fingertips) I somehow overlooked my power bill. And NO one would come out to turn it back on because of the storm. SO, I spent my weekend trying to do a profile on that guy Burns for AD-A-HOLE Skinner by the one candle I have that you gave to me that one night I stopped by your place and said I liked the way your apartment smelled. (breathes in deeply) AND I had to take a cold shower. I haven't had a cold shower since my senior year in high school when I was dating this one girl that, well, never mind...
SCULLY: (she moves her eyes over him still lacking any facial expression) I, uh, I've been thinking a lot.
Mulder flashes her a discrediting look.
SCULLY: About work, my life. My life that revolves around my work. My work that is my life. (she stares off into space again and nods her head slightly as she quietly speaks)
MULDER: And what, you're unhappy with what your life has become, or what your work entails?
SCULLY: I joined the bureau knowing of the demands and time consumption. I just feel...I feel like I don't know where I am going anymore.
MULDER: I never know where I'm going. I just chase the lights in the sky and follow the breadcrumb evidence left behind by a conspiracy that is always ten steps ahead.
SCULLY: (smiles) At least you know what you want.
MULDER: What? To find proof of aliens? To prove to the world that I'm not insane?
SCULLY: You don't want that anymore?
MULDER: (shrugs) I have lost all credit that I ever once may have attained.
SCULLY: As a person or from your own viewpoint?
Mulder does not answer. His hand that rests next to hers takes the pencil from under her fingers and begins to roll it under his palm.
SCULLY: What do you want then?
MULDER: (looks at her, his face contorts to a visage of uncertainty) Change, I guess.
SCULLY: (stunned) Well, I think we're in for some change...
MULDER: What...Skinner? How's that anything new? (He looks up at the ceiling where pencils hang like ornaments)
SCULLY: Well, it's always interesting to hear what he thinks...
MULDER: (smiles) Oh, yeah. (pauses) Even he thinks I'm a waste.
SCULLY: What...what is this? Wosey Mulder? You want me to grab my violin?
Mulder, very unamused, looks at her sharply.
SCULLY: (in response to the 'look') I'm just not used to seeing you like this.
MULDER: Maybe I've just been so blinded by my own selfish pursuit that any chance for a life has really passed me by.
SCULLY: It's what you make of it. You are here because you are meant to be. When opportunity arrises, choice is at your disposal. Or maybe it can be ascribed to something less intricate.
MULDER: What?
SCULLY: (shrugs) I don't know...fate maybe?
MULDER: Less intricate than choice?
SCULLY: I think so. At least choice is subject to control.
MULDER: But the choices you make lead the construction of your fate.
SCULLY: Mulder, you are supposed to be the grounded one.
MULDER: (aghast) ME? I have my head in the clouds most of the time. Or searching the skies!(Taps the pencil in the air as he talks)
SCULLY: (Grabs the pencil from him) Yeah, well, at least it's something you're passionate about. Something you believe in.
MULDER: (thoughtfully) What do you believe in?
SCULLY: Justice, science, truth...that we all have the power to sculpt our lives to our liking.
MULDER: So, you are happy with your life then?
SCULLY: I never said I wasn't. I just get a little restless. And being chewed out by Skinner doesn't ease the tension. (looks at the clock)
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So..What do you think so far? Suggestions? Comments? Flames? Let me hear it all! Post your review or e-mail Trishmix@hotmail.com
"The Sky Is Broken"
See the storm is broken
in the middle of the night
nothing left here for me
it's washed away
the rain pushes
the buildings aside
the sky turns black
the sky
wash it far
push it out to sea
there's nothing left here
for me
I watch it lift up to the sky
I watch it crush me
and then I die
Speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
pull your mouth
close to mine
I can see the wind coming down
like black night
so speak to me
like the winds outside
it's broken up, pushing us
hear the rain fall
see the wind come to my eyes
see the storm broken
now nothing
speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
speak to me
hold your mouth to mine
'cause the sky is breaking
it's deeper than love
I know the way you feel
like the rains outside
speak to me
(Recognize it? That's because this is the same song that plays in 'All things')