Believers Under the Glow, a x-files fanfic

For Lady Sanna

Jess Angel's
Believers Under the Glow
… a ficlet and poem …

i. ficlet: believers

Aliens, conspiracies, "lone gunmen"… To think, those things, ideas, and people would've meant nothing to me. Nothing but fancies perhaps on a TV screen.

I've always been hard logic. No-nonsense, facts M.D. Scully. I was meant to be rejecting reason to the fantastic daydreams you called theories. That's how they saw it. As soon as we met, it wasn't that hard for either of us to understand. It was there in black in white, Skeptical and Spooky. They thought I would be the end of you.

They forgot to weigh everything else.

Mutual respect. (smile) Odd admiration.

Turns out your reason—as bizarre as your conclusions seemed—rang truer than most of the world will ever know.

It isn't fair, but you keep a certain faith. Yes, you taught me faith, Mulder. Desperate for the truth to scream out in a unknowingly silent world—you fought, you lived, you died…

And you came back.

The FBI became more than a job for me. When I joined the X-Files, it became more than a passion. It became a life I had never imagined for myself. It's a life I never imagined.

You brought that to me.

Possibilities of a falling sky. That would've been impossible for me. I'd never reach that castle in the clouds, where you saw everything clearer than those of us with our feet on the ground and our eyes glued to our every step.

I've found the end of a rainbow with you.

I was meant to stop you, but in fact, you stopped me. I finally believed. Let the naysayers think what they want. Reason never left me, and I never left you. You simply made me see invisible things, no less real than the air we breathe yet are unable to see.

I've come to the conclusion that we have to be crazy, Mulder. We have to be crazy to a world that's lost its sanity.

Only we can make them truly see. After all, the real skeptics are believers.

Who better to make them believe?

( now for something a little more festive )

ii. poem: under the glow

Dance under the glow
of moonlight and flakes of snow

she's wrapped my mystery
around her like a gift of winter less cold

like the warmth of embers, her laughter chimes
in the quiet, steeped are memories of fallen times

simple, hand in mine
sweet sorrow of a baby's cry

flicker does the flare
we live life in our eyes

dancing under the glow
of moonlight and flakes of snow

Author's Note

This would be my first time venturing into the X-Files fandom. It was all for my dear Lady Sanna. You better like this cousin. ;D To the rest of you lovely readers, especially you X-File purists out there, I apologize for any inconsistancies and so forth that I may have subjected your fandom to. My exposure to the show is limited, but I hope some of you were able to enjoy these works nonetheless. Happy holidays and thank you for reading!