AN: I know that not all the lines of the poem are used, because I think it wouldn't fit the story.
Her body was tossed in the ferociously turbulent seas. Sucked out with the tide only to be hurled against the jagged rocks. The coldness of the deep seeped into her makings its way to the bone whilst her life ebbed out of her frail and tired body. She longed to sleep. To sleep forever.
Mulder received the news that they had found her lifeless body upon the beach several miles from where they found her car.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Dana Scully;
...Her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Dana Scully.
He knew not what to do with himself. After her funeral, he didn't eat, sleep, or work. The truth did not matter to him anymore. What is the point of seeking the truth when you had no one to share it with?
He had nothing to keep him on this forsaken rock, billions of people called earth. He had no one to love, or be loved by.
Every waking moment brought thoughts of Scully and the times they had shared together over the past eight years, memories of Scully the disbeliever, the sceptic, how she tried her best to debunk his theories. He couldn't sleep, nor did he want it, for it brought him nightmares, of how he saw her delicate body washed up on the shore. How her blazing red hair called him like a beacon, when he first set eyes upon it all wet and tangled.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Dana Scully;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Dana Scully;
There was only one thing he could do. He swallowed each pill with a generous mouthful of whiskey; each swill of liquor burned a path through his body.
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea...
Again pleeeeease review, I know its sad and you would probably surround my house with torches and pitchforks, strike that. No one would probably 'cause no one reads or thinks my fics are worth reviewing, :'(
A huge thanks to Em, Sonia, Kim and Lil Gillian. I'm sorry she didn't survive; I wouldn't have known how to end it if she did.