His message was so pleading, so desperate. She could just picture his
emotion. He wanted her to help him. and she wanted to help him. the
knowledge of his life, the fact that he was alive was the spark inside of
her. She felt so much younger; she suddenly had a new burst of energy.
She crossed the small examining room back to the desk where the book lay, still open to the page that he had marked. She read back over the passage, and over the rest of the chapter. It didn't say much more than those few words about what had happened, although she was able to pull at least one small conclusion from it.
He wasn't dead. She knew that already. But something, somehow, had not only caused him to lose consciousness, but had also stopped all unconscious thought as well. He had no brain function, but yet, at the same time, he was alive. It was as if he was hibernating.
What she needed to find out was how to get his body to work again, to bring him back to the physical realm. That was what she was best at though. Working things through scientifically, logically. There was some rational explanation for how he could still be alive yet his heart not beat and he's not breathing. There had to be a reason why he was in torpor.
And just as there had to be some explanation for what had happened, there had to be some easy way to bring him back. There had to be some way that would have him walking around in the three-dimensional world rather than wherever he was. There had to some way that she could see him again, there had to be a way to communicate with him that didn't involve a piece of paper floating in the air.
And now all she needed to do was look. Research. Legwork. Anything it took to get to the bottom of this. So she could bring him back. She never realized how important he was to her until now. now she realized how empty she felt without him, it was as if there was a void inside of her. a void that only he could fill. And the ghost of him wasn't enough to fill that void.
***
She looked so happy. And so serious. He knew that she was determined to find out what had happened to him. She was as determined as he was. He needed to find out what had happened. He couldn't stand what was wrong with him. He needed to be able to communicate, not just be a spectator.
The only time he liked to be a spectator was at sports games. Being a spectator to his own life disturbed him, and although he was hesitant to admit it, it scared him. he didn't like to be afraid. He liked to be fearless, he wasn't afraid of the unknown.
But this was unknown, this was the paranormal, this was his realm. And it scared him to know that he was helpless, that he had no clue what happened. He was helpless, lost to something he should know. But now, he was lost, now he couldn't even do anything to help himself, now he couldn't even get to the bottom of things himself.
He always was slightly independent. He liked to work alone. He didn't mind having a partner, but he still liked doing things his own way. But his entire life in the fate of one person, he didn't like that, but the fact that it was Scully soothed him. He wouldn't allow anyone else but Scully handle things.
She was the one he could trust most in the world she was the one that he could count on. For once, he loved her doubting nature; he wanted her to work through things scientifically. As much as he loved the paranormal, he trusted science, at least science was a plausible explanation. At least with science you have proof, at least with science; you end up with a end result.
And that's what he wanted. He didn't care what he believed in anymore. The frustration clouded out everything. Anything to get back to being able to say something, anything. Anything to get to be able to have people see him, anything to be able to hold her in his arms. Just be able to feel again, to sense again, that's what he wanted. And science could prove that. For once he didn't want to believe.
She crossed the small examining room back to the desk where the book lay, still open to the page that he had marked. She read back over the passage, and over the rest of the chapter. It didn't say much more than those few words about what had happened, although she was able to pull at least one small conclusion from it.
He wasn't dead. She knew that already. But something, somehow, had not only caused him to lose consciousness, but had also stopped all unconscious thought as well. He had no brain function, but yet, at the same time, he was alive. It was as if he was hibernating.
What she needed to find out was how to get his body to work again, to bring him back to the physical realm. That was what she was best at though. Working things through scientifically, logically. There was some rational explanation for how he could still be alive yet his heart not beat and he's not breathing. There had to be a reason why he was in torpor.
And just as there had to be some explanation for what had happened, there had to be some easy way to bring him back. There had to be some way that would have him walking around in the three-dimensional world rather than wherever he was. There had to some way that she could see him again, there had to be a way to communicate with him that didn't involve a piece of paper floating in the air.
And now all she needed to do was look. Research. Legwork. Anything it took to get to the bottom of this. So she could bring him back. She never realized how important he was to her until now. now she realized how empty she felt without him, it was as if there was a void inside of her. a void that only he could fill. And the ghost of him wasn't enough to fill that void.
***
She looked so happy. And so serious. He knew that she was determined to find out what had happened to him. She was as determined as he was. He needed to find out what had happened. He couldn't stand what was wrong with him. He needed to be able to communicate, not just be a spectator.
The only time he liked to be a spectator was at sports games. Being a spectator to his own life disturbed him, and although he was hesitant to admit it, it scared him. he didn't like to be afraid. He liked to be fearless, he wasn't afraid of the unknown.
But this was unknown, this was the paranormal, this was his realm. And it scared him to know that he was helpless, that he had no clue what happened. He was helpless, lost to something he should know. But now, he was lost, now he couldn't even do anything to help himself, now he couldn't even get to the bottom of things himself.
He always was slightly independent. He liked to work alone. He didn't mind having a partner, but he still liked doing things his own way. But his entire life in the fate of one person, he didn't like that, but the fact that it was Scully soothed him. He wouldn't allow anyone else but Scully handle things.
She was the one he could trust most in the world she was the one that he could count on. For once, he loved her doubting nature; he wanted her to work through things scientifically. As much as he loved the paranormal, he trusted science, at least science was a plausible explanation. At least with science you have proof, at least with science; you end up with a end result.
And that's what he wanted. He didn't care what he believed in anymore. The frustration clouded out everything. Anything to get back to being able to say something, anything. Anything to get to be able to have people see him, anything to be able to hold her in his arms. Just be able to feel again, to sense again, that's what he wanted. And science could prove that. For once he didn't want to believe.