From: "Doug Ackerman" Date: Sat, 3 Apr 1999 00:15:37 -0500 Subject: beauty DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully, and any other X-Files characters in this story belong to Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen. No infringement intended. Please don't sue me, 'cause I'm not worth it. No animals were harmed at any time during its production. Any other characters in this story are mine, and can be purchased for the right price. RATED: PG TYPE: MSR DATE FINISHED: ? ARCHIVE: Anywhere, especially at the Gossamer! SPOILERS: none BY: Colby Reuben AUTHOR'S DEDICATION: E-MAIL: leainluv@yahoo.com FLAMES: Sure; it'll warm my hands right up! WEBSITES: http://pages.whowhere.lycos.com/entertainment/rccr/ TITLE: Beauty POV: author SUMMARY: A poem about Mulder and Scully's death. Just short and bittersweet! NOTE(S): *none* The gothic bleep of the cardiac monitor echoed indefinitely in his mind as the riveting lime green line became completely horizontal. The word death rang coldly in his thoughts, poisoning his memory, the barren earth tearing away at his life. Alone. So unfair, so unfamiliar, so surreal. He stared at the lifeless body before him, wincing at the perception. His piercing moments of eternal grief took hold, the treachery of it all grasping him back to his chair. The loneliness pounced. One true thing he had was his best friend, and now her body was to be covered with a white sheet, never again seen. The cold took over her body, but not her soul, and not because of the temperature, but because of the way she had left her best friend feeling. The emotions, the hate, the impulses, moved through him quicker than light, burning his nerves. Until he saw her standing before him, her hand outstretched to him. He took it, peering over his shoulder to see his own body heaving its final breath. The sugary voice of angels filled the air surrounding him and the momentous journey to the other world became all the more tranquil. They chanted, "For where one soul travels, the connected must follow."