From: Jen Briasco Date: Mon, 2 Nov 1998 20:41:33 -0800 (PST) Subject: My story submission: Cirrculium Vitae AUTHORS: Jen Briasco and Kirsten Rapp EMAIL: Jen--d_scully1013@rocketmail.com Kirsten--imadethis@hotmail.com Category: MSR (well, sorta...) UST/RST...it's complicated. NoRoMo's should turn back now. RATING: PG-13 (for language) SPOILERS: Redux II--big time KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance ARCHIVE: Sure, go ahead, just make sure my name is still attached. It would also be nice if you could email me when you did it. :^) SUMMARY: How SCully told Mulder that her cancer went into remission. DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully, etc belong to the Fox Networ, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. Just try to sue us. We dare ya... INTRODUCTION: This is our first piece of FanFic, so please be kind when sending comments. (^-^) CIRRCULIUM VITAE by Jen Briasco and Kirsten Rapp The damn phone was clear across the room. Fuck. As I pushed my tired form out of bed, I realized how painful it was to move and how stiff my joints were from being in bed so long. When I finally got to the phone, I reached for the speed dial button and quickly discovered there was none. I forgot. It's not my phone. I sighed and began to dial out Mulder's number. All seven *fucking* digits... "Mulder," the voice on the other side of the line answered. He had to know. I had to tell him. "Mulder, it's me," I said, my voice shakey. I had to tell him, but not like this. I needed to say this in person. "I need you to come down here." He was silent for a moment after that. "All right," he said finally. "I'm on my way." *X*X*X*X*X* Fuck. I turned of my cell phone and chucked it across the room. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... I knew whatever she told me, I wasn't going to like it. She sounded so weak...so frail... She was going to die, wasn't she? That's what she wanted to tell me...One last goodbye... Fuck. *X*X*X*X*X* I stared at the door, sheets curled up around my neck, waiting for him to come. OUt of the corner of my eye, I caught a dark figure moving down the hallway to my room. Guess I wouldn't have to wonder long. *X*X*X*X*X* She smiled meekly at him as he sat down in the chair at her bedside. It quickly faded as she noticed the lack of color in his face and the emptiness in his eyes. Oh God, she thought, what have I put him through?... "Mulder, I debated whether to tell you over the phone or in person, but I want you to hear it like this." "Hear what, Scully?" He asked as he stood up. "That my best friend is dying and there's not a *damn* thing I can do about it?" He punctuating his words by kicking the chair. "Mulder--" "Do you know how frustrating that is, Scully? To see someone wasting away right in front of you, but you're powerless to do anything for them? There's only so many times one person can go through the same kind of pain until they go insane. I lost you once, Scully, and I'm not going to lose you again." "You don't have to, Mulder," she said softly, almost smiling at him, his ranting and raving coming to a screeching halt as she spoke. "I just got some test results back. It's gone into remission, Mulder." Mulder stared unbelievingly at Scully's broad smile for a moment, then donned one of his own as he sat down next to her on the bed and took her hand in his. He squeezed it lightly as he began to laugh softly. Her smile grew wider, then she too began to laugh. Impulsively, he leaned down and presseed his lips gently to hers. She kissed him back fully and confidently to assure him that she wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. As he pulled away, she whispered to him, "Could you bring me the phone? I need to call my mother." Smiling, Mulder nodded and set it down next to her on the bed. Damn, Mulder, thought off-handedly, I hope I didn't break my cell phone. END. ----------------------------- Tell us what you thought!!! Again, those e-mail are: Jen--d_scully1013@rocketmail.com Kirsten--imadethis1013@hotmail.com Constructive criticism and praise are greatly appreciated, flame if you *must*...