*Lee Summit Hospital (Scully POV)*
"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes."
My Mulder. I had let down my Mulder. I had left him all alone. And now he was on the verge of dying. I had walked into the motel room and found him on the bed drunk and overdosed on extra strength Tylenol. My god he was killing himself for me.
The last three months hadn't been easy for me either. Mulder didn't know the real reason I had left. Skinner had called and said he needed me for an undercover mission. I had agreed to go, he had only one condition. Hurt Mulder so he won't follow you. And by the looks of it I had done a damn good job.
I should have known; Mulder was a guilt-ridden person. This would affect him too much. I had broken him unintentionally but I had destroyed the man I loved all the same. Now he was dying, and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on."
I was at his bedside holding his hand. I had been here more times then I could count. Always the only thing going though my head was "Hold on, hold on." This time was no different.
He was in a coma. The words shocked me; I'd never had anyone I love try to kill him or herself. Sure lots of people I'd love had died that was the risk of my job. But never had I had someone try to kill him or herself because of me. What had I done?
"Mulder don't leave me. I found the cure, I love you, and…and I'm pregnant again." I was pleading to a comatose man.
Tears poured from my eyes, this was just too much. Fate and love are two very cruel things. Everything was falling apart. I needed to get out.
"Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone"
Skinner arrived an hour later. He looked down at Mulder's barely hanging on body. Then pulled up a chair next to his bedside. No words needed to be spoken. But I knew he blamed himself for this. It was funny in a morbid way in which we all blamed ourselves for this. It was a chain, and I hated everything about it.
Mulder was alone the last three months when I left him, then the lone gunmen were died, and Skinner in Washington. He had no one to comfort him. He was all-alone; things got bad when he was alone. Look what had happened here…
"If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on."
I squeezed Mulder's hand on more time then got up and left the room. I heard Skinner move into my chair. He probably thought I was going to the bathroom, in my present condition that was a good guess. But a wrong one. I was going for a drive.
In the car I drove out into the country, I drove fast. Trying to escape death and everything else that had happened in the last 24 hours. My car ran out of gas, leaving me on a dark deserted country road. "Great" I thought and inwardly groaned inside.
I got out of the car and stopped. The night was too quiet; something was off. Then I saw it in the sky. I ran but you can't outrun those things. It overtook me. The blinding white light cascaded over my body. I was lifted in the air. My last thought was of Mulder…
"Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)"
*Lee Summit Hospital (Mulder's POV)*
I woke with a pounding headache to a low voice talking to me. I cracked my eyes to see my old boss Skinner. I hadn't seen him in a year. He was getting older, his shoulders sagged, his face was a mass of wrinkled worry lines (Most of them given to him from me no doubt..), but his eyes still had that life in them.
"Where's Scully?" I asked momentarily forgetting what had happened. It didn't correct me his face just got darker.
"They found her car on a country road, out of gas. And no trace of Scully. Make no mistake she was here by your side Mulder." He said his voice firm his eyes pitying.
"She was abducted?" I said surprised but not really.
"And another thing Mulder. She was pregnant." The pieces of my life that weren't shattered, bust into little pieces that could never be put back together. What was happening?? My head screamed.
Everyone Hurt's
By: R.E.M.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
A/N
Well this is not the end. But you thought they'd make up in this chapter! Well you apparently haven't read my other stories. Well I'll just leave you with this small breakthrough and little cliffhanger. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Ddstalker
(This duct tape goes well with your complexion…)
"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes."
My Mulder. I had let down my Mulder. I had left him all alone. And now he was on the verge of dying. I had walked into the motel room and found him on the bed drunk and overdosed on extra strength Tylenol. My god he was killing himself for me.
The last three months hadn't been easy for me either. Mulder didn't know the real reason I had left. Skinner had called and said he needed me for an undercover mission. I had agreed to go, he had only one condition. Hurt Mulder so he won't follow you. And by the looks of it I had done a damn good job.
I should have known; Mulder was a guilt-ridden person. This would affect him too much. I had broken him unintentionally but I had destroyed the man I loved all the same. Now he was dying, and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on."
I was at his bedside holding his hand. I had been here more times then I could count. Always the only thing going though my head was "Hold on, hold on." This time was no different.
He was in a coma. The words shocked me; I'd never had anyone I love try to kill him or herself. Sure lots of people I'd love had died that was the risk of my job. But never had I had someone try to kill him or herself because of me. What had I done?
"Mulder don't leave me. I found the cure, I love you, and…and I'm pregnant again." I was pleading to a comatose man.
Tears poured from my eyes, this was just too much. Fate and love are two very cruel things. Everything was falling apart. I needed to get out.
"Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone"
Skinner arrived an hour later. He looked down at Mulder's barely hanging on body. Then pulled up a chair next to his bedside. No words needed to be spoken. But I knew he blamed himself for this. It was funny in a morbid way in which we all blamed ourselves for this. It was a chain, and I hated everything about it.
Mulder was alone the last three months when I left him, then the lone gunmen were died, and Skinner in Washington. He had no one to comfort him. He was all-alone; things got bad when he was alone. Look what had happened here…
"If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on."
I squeezed Mulder's hand on more time then got up and left the room. I heard Skinner move into my chair. He probably thought I was going to the bathroom, in my present condition that was a good guess. But a wrong one. I was going for a drive.
In the car I drove out into the country, I drove fast. Trying to escape death and everything else that had happened in the last 24 hours. My car ran out of gas, leaving me on a dark deserted country road. "Great" I thought and inwardly groaned inside.
I got out of the car and stopped. The night was too quiet; something was off. Then I saw it in the sky. I ran but you can't outrun those things. It overtook me. The blinding white light cascaded over my body. I was lifted in the air. My last thought was of Mulder…
"Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)"
*Lee Summit Hospital (Mulder's POV)*
I woke with a pounding headache to a low voice talking to me. I cracked my eyes to see my old boss Skinner. I hadn't seen him in a year. He was getting older, his shoulders sagged, his face was a mass of wrinkled worry lines (Most of them given to him from me no doubt..), but his eyes still had that life in them.
"Where's Scully?" I asked momentarily forgetting what had happened. It didn't correct me his face just got darker.
"They found her car on a country road, out of gas. And no trace of Scully. Make no mistake she was here by your side Mulder." He said his voice firm his eyes pitying.
"She was abducted?" I said surprised but not really.
"And another thing Mulder. She was pregnant." The pieces of my life that weren't shattered, bust into little pieces that could never be put back together. What was happening?? My head screamed.
Everyone Hurt's
By: R.E.M.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
A/N
Well this is not the end. But you thought they'd make up in this chapter! Well you apparently haven't read my other stories. Well I'll just leave you with this small breakthrough and little cliffhanger. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Ddstalker
(This duct tape goes well with your complexion…)