Dedicated to: Theresa aka MorleyMomma the Worlds Greatest Writer!!! ( I know this
is bad but then again you know how sappy I am )
(Disclaimer) ATTENTION FIC-MART SHOPPERS THE X-FILES AREN'T MINE?
:: breaks down and cries ::
Autopsied Tears
By The Klingon Mistress
Proud . Haughty . Even in death .
Stretched out across the cold unforgiving stainless steel of the autopsy
table Tena Mulder's features were impassive . Her jaw locked tight as if
to say even in death you wont know my secrets . But I had promised Mulder
I would try . When he had asked me I wanted so much to say no and leave it
at that , but the pleading look behind Mulder's eyes told me I couldn't .
I stepped up to the table and pulled my hands into the latex gloves , still
uncertain of the task that lie ahead .
Devoid of modesty and stripped of her dignity , skin a pale shade of blue
colored with the tinge of death and the florescent lights above I begin to
see this woman as she had once been . Here what I saw labeled her old .
She was far more than that . She was the woman whom had nursed a little
boy named Fox , the same woman whom he had run to when he had fallen , the
one who read to him , and the one who kissed him goodnight .
Her hands now wilted and lifeless , careworn had once been elegant but now
mearly a testament of her age .
I stared at those hands wondering if she had soothed him with those hands
or if she pushed him away with them after her only daughter had
disappeared .
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes once again regaining my detachment ,
my composure . Securing the glasses over my eyes I lifted the scalpel from
the tray on the cart next to the table and proceeded to cut the Y incision
piercing her flesh like I'm sure the many secrets she harbored had at one
point .
I could suddenly hear her inside my head , the words said in disappear , in
anger , in a frost bitten apathy . Shaking the feeling I turned back to
the task but found myself staring at her features . Her lips were thinner
than Mulder's , lacking a quality I have found only Mulder possesses . But
the similarities were there , and when I stared into her face I saw that
she had once been very beautiful..and would still have been if not for the
death that had claimed her . Long eyelashes like Mulder's ... the same
curve in her mouth . I could almost imagine her tears being the same as
Mulder's sliding down her cheeks leaving streaked paths making her eyes
lost and afraid , but at the same time a strength behind them known only
when someone was at her side .
I could hear my own inner voice screaming for me to do what I came in here
for but I couldn't look away from the images and thoughts that flooded my
mind . This wasn't the body of some nameless victim on a routine case .
This was a person , someone I had met, someone who was important to the
person who was important to me .
Placing my body on auto-pilot I attempted to finish what I had started .
Motions toned by experience and maintained by necessity . Somehow I
managed to get through most of my work before I had looked to this woman's
face , and once again I was reminded of who she was , why I was here .
A thousand images flooded into my soul images of Missy's blood on the
floor , of Ahab in my living room staring at me speaking words I couldn't
hear , Emily , myself in the hospital , the numerous bodies that were
victim to my scalpel .And I had to do this , I was doing this for Mulder .
Closing my eyes I could see his face in my mind , pleading for me to do
this for him , seeing him in the thousand instances he had asked things of
me .
I continued on with the autopsy but this time I didn't try to forget , I
didn't stay Dana , nothing gets to her , kick em and make them cry , Ice
Queen ,Scully . And the tears slid down my face , tears for Mulder , Tears
for Tena Mulder . " You know I would do anything for that man..." and I
found myself pouring my heart out to the woman I wouldn't ever really know
, but the woman whom had given me the one person that meant the most to me
.
**FINISH**
is bad but then again you know how sappy I am )
(Disclaimer) ATTENTION FIC-MART SHOPPERS THE X-FILES AREN'T MINE?
:: breaks down and cries ::
Autopsied Tears
By The Klingon Mistress
Proud . Haughty . Even in death .
Stretched out across the cold unforgiving stainless steel of the autopsy
table Tena Mulder's features were impassive . Her jaw locked tight as if
to say even in death you wont know my secrets . But I had promised Mulder
I would try . When he had asked me I wanted so much to say no and leave it
at that , but the pleading look behind Mulder's eyes told me I couldn't .
I stepped up to the table and pulled my hands into the latex gloves , still
uncertain of the task that lie ahead .
Devoid of modesty and stripped of her dignity , skin a pale shade of blue
colored with the tinge of death and the florescent lights above I begin to
see this woman as she had once been . Here what I saw labeled her old .
She was far more than that . She was the woman whom had nursed a little
boy named Fox , the same woman whom he had run to when he had fallen , the
one who read to him , and the one who kissed him goodnight .
Her hands now wilted and lifeless , careworn had once been elegant but now
mearly a testament of her age .
I stared at those hands wondering if she had soothed him with those hands
or if she pushed him away with them after her only daughter had
disappeared .
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes once again regaining my detachment ,
my composure . Securing the glasses over my eyes I lifted the scalpel from
the tray on the cart next to the table and proceeded to cut the Y incision
piercing her flesh like I'm sure the many secrets she harbored had at one
point .
I could suddenly hear her inside my head , the words said in disappear , in
anger , in a frost bitten apathy . Shaking the feeling I turned back to
the task but found myself staring at her features . Her lips were thinner
than Mulder's , lacking a quality I have found only Mulder possesses . But
the similarities were there , and when I stared into her face I saw that
she had once been very beautiful..and would still have been if not for the
death that had claimed her . Long eyelashes like Mulder's ... the same
curve in her mouth . I could almost imagine her tears being the same as
Mulder's sliding down her cheeks leaving streaked paths making her eyes
lost and afraid , but at the same time a strength behind them known only
when someone was at her side .
I could hear my own inner voice screaming for me to do what I came in here
for but I couldn't look away from the images and thoughts that flooded my
mind . This wasn't the body of some nameless victim on a routine case .
This was a person , someone I had met, someone who was important to the
person who was important to me .
Placing my body on auto-pilot I attempted to finish what I had started .
Motions toned by experience and maintained by necessity . Somehow I
managed to get through most of my work before I had looked to this woman's
face , and once again I was reminded of who she was , why I was here .
A thousand images flooded into my soul images of Missy's blood on the
floor , of Ahab in my living room staring at me speaking words I couldn't
hear , Emily , myself in the hospital , the numerous bodies that were
victim to my scalpel .And I had to do this , I was doing this for Mulder .
Closing my eyes I could see his face in my mind , pleading for me to do
this for him , seeing him in the thousand instances he had asked things of
me .
I continued on with the autopsy but this time I didn't try to forget , I
didn't stay Dana , nothing gets to her , kick em and make them cry , Ice
Queen ,Scully . And the tears slid down my face , tears for Mulder , Tears
for Tena Mulder . " You know I would do anything for that man..." and I
found myself pouring my heart out to the woman I wouldn't ever really know
, but the woman whom had given me the one person that meant the most to me
.
**FINISH**