From chlittle@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 29 21:50:42 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Greatest Comfort 1/2 From: chlittle@ix.netcom.com(Trisha Ellis) -------- Ok, this is my first attempt at fanfic, though I have been reading here for about a year. It is pretty much braincandy, which is ok with me (for my first time, that is). Rated G Spoilers: Momento Mori Mulder and Scully are close friends. May satisfy the tastes on the relationshippers. Also, in this weird world in my head, Pendrell is still alive. The standard disclaimer stuff (Scully , Mulder, Skinner, Frohike, and Pendrell aren’t mine, they belong to Chris Carter and Fox) PLEASE don’t take this as the epitome of my quality of writing, I assure you, I have written better. Written by Trisha Ellis 10:00 pm Washington D.C. Mulder’s apartment "Where’s Scully," Mulder barked into the receiver of his telephone. "I don’t know for sure," said Skinner. "I received a note from her, requesting a leave of absence. When I called her at home to ask her about it there was no answer. I have tried calling several times over the past few days, but all I get is her answering machine." "Damn," Mulder said, as he rose from his couch and threw on a tee-shirt. "I am going to go and look for her." "Agent Mulder, we don’t know for sure that anything is wrong. Why don’t you wait a few days, maybe she’ll. . ." The director’s voice was cut off as Mulder tossed to phone onto the floor and ran out the front door. 10:10 pm Washington D.C. Dana Scully’s apartment "Yes mom, I’m fine. I know that you haven’t been able to reach me. I had my machine off. No mom, I told you, I’m fine, I just needed some privacy. Yes, I will be sure to call you ahead of time if I do this again. Love y ou too, mom. Bye." Dana Scully threw the receiver onto the phone. The entire appliance fell on the floor with a bang. Scully shrieked with frustration, and ripped the phone cord out of the socket. How many people had called since she had placed that note on Skinner’s desk? Skinner had called seven times, her brother had called twice, Pendrell called three times, and Frohike called her once. Her mother had called eleven times, before Dana gave in and call ed her. She felt very thankful that Mulder had been out of town, at least he was one person she didn’t need to worry about. All she wanted was some privacy, to be alone with her thoughts, her journal, and her newly acquired book on holistic healing. Mulder would get a kick out of me reading this, Scully though as she picked up the thick book and sat on her couch. Nothing in here is scientifically based. But where else do I have to turn? There are no other options in the medical world other then the ones that are being tried on me, and I believe that they ar e failing. "Hmm, crystal healing," said Scully to herself as she flipped through the pages, "Heal a brain tumor with a piece of quartz." Abruptly, she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock on her front door. She didn’t move from her seat, for she knew who it was. "Scully!" Mulder exclaimed, as he stood in her doorway. "What are you doing here?" Scully smiled. "Why wouldn’t I be here, Mulder, this is my apartment. Come in, you are letting in the cold air." Mulder stared at her, confused. "But Scully, I wasn’t expecting. ." "Mulder, come in! I am freezing!" He entered the apartment slowly, peering behind the door as he closed it, and walked tentatively over to the couch where Scully sat. Scully grabbed his hand, and pulled him down beside her. "Mulder, you really are a paranoiac. I am fine, I am here alone." Mulder relaxed slowly, leaning his head against the back of her soft couch. "Then, since you are fine, what is going on? Why couldn’t anyone reach you?" Scully straightened her back and folded her small hands in her lap. "I decided to take a break." "A break," Mulder said, standing up, "A break from who?" From chlittle@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 29 21:51:26 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Greatest Comfort 2/2 From: chlittle@ix.netcom.com(Trisha Ellis) -------- Disclaimer in part 1 "Not from ‘who’, Mulder," Dana said, motioning for him to sit back down. "From what. And the answer is, from everything." Mulder perched on the edge of the couch. "What do you mean, from everything?" Dana sighed. "Mulder, you don’t want to know what I mean. I know that you don’t want to discuss this." Mulder grabbed her hands. "Scully, of course I do! What’s going on?" Dana sighed again. "I went to the hospital yesterday, and canceled all further radiation and chemo treatments." "Canceled! Scully, what do you mean you canceled them? You can’t just give up!" The grip his hands had on hers tightened painfully, but Scully didn’t move. "Mulder, I don’t think of it as giving up," Scully said, "The treatments weren’t working anyways. All they were ever meant to do was prolong my life. And now, look at me, Mulder, look at me!" Mulder looked at her, taking in her bald head, her sallow face, her sunken eyes. "You’ll look better once you are healthy again, Scully," Mulder said, wincing at how unrealistic his words sounded. "We both know that this is how I will look for as long as I am alive, Mulder, and that will not be much longer. I want to enjoy the time I have left. I hate going to work. I see all these healthy people doing the job us ed to do. All I can do is shuffle papers all day. It’s pathetic to me, Mulder, and I can’t take it anymore." "What’s this?" Mulder asked, picking up the book that was sitting beside her. "New Remedies In Natural Healing. Scully, I guess I have had more of an influence on you then I thought!" Scully smiled softly. "I haven’t given up. I just can’t continue hurting what’s left of my health when I know that it isn’t killing the cancer. I’m sorry Mulder." Mulder moved closer to her on the couch, her hands still trapped in his. "You’re sorry? What do you mean? You’re sitting there, dying on cancer, and you are sorry? Hell, Scully, I am the one who’s sorry. I wish that I co uld have found something, someway, to help you." Scully winced at his painful words. "Oh, Mulder. Can’t you understand, there was nothing you could have done, nothing anyone could have done. I know that you don’t believe that, but please believe that I do." "I do believe you think that, and it comforts me. You have always been my greatest comfort," Mulder said, and enveloped her small body with his arms.