From: stilldevout2david Date: 5 Mar 2003 16:39:15 -0800 Subject: [all-xf] The Guilty Die In Sorrow Source: atxc Title: The Guilty Die in Sorrow Author: devout2David Summary: In accordance with this particular 500 word challenge and picking the episode, WILLIAM, for my chosen topic, how badly is Scully devastated by her decision to give up William for adoption? Author's Note: I think this might be a little bit longer than the 500 words required. If it is, I'm sorry. Its just so easy to get carried away once you get a good writing idea. ************************************************** "So, Dana, shall we proceed?" the therapist spoke gently as she crossed her legs and adjusted the legal pad in her lap. Scully shifted uncomfortably in the leather chair and brushed at her skirt absentmindedly. "Tell me, how is Fox dealing with this?" the therapist asked her pointedly. Scully cringed at the mention of his name. "He's...dealing with it. He knows in his heart that it was the right think to do but..." She paused and swallowed back her tears. The therapist waited patiently for her to regain her composure but handed her a tissue in the meantime. "It's been harder on me than on him. I went through so much to even bear him and now I have to give him away to protect him, to ensure he'll live a safer and better life." Scully choked out. "Do you feel it was in the best interest of the child?" the therapist asked, as she scribbled notes on the legal pad. Scully nodded. "Part of me says `yes' but now I'm not so sure." She sighed. "In the brief time I had him I grew so used to being his mother that now that he's gone, I find it harder to get up in the morning knowing he's not there." "Do you think about having other children someday?" the therapist asked. Scully shook her head. "I can't think about that right now while I'm mourning the loss of my son." She said. "But he's not dead. He's just living somewhere else, with another family. He's still alive." The therapist said to her gently. Scully looked at her directly and with a chill to her voice and said, "It doesn't matter. If he's not here with me, he might as well be dead. I'll never know for sure and I'll never see him again." "But there's always that chance that you'll..." the therapist started to say. Scully shook her head sadly. "No, he's not my son anymore. He belongs to someone else now." Scully said and looked away towards the window. "His future will be brighter than ours." "What do you mean?" the therapist asked. "He'll live where others will die." Scully looked back at the therapist with her prim suit and tightly wound knot of hair on her head. "My son will be the answer that saves the world." The therapist gaped at her and scribbled more notes on her pad. "Is the world going to end?" she stammered out. Scully smiled. "Sooner than you realize. Sooner than the whole world realizes." "When will this occur? Do you know that exact date?" Scully nodded. "When is it?" Scully looked down to her hands pulling on the tissue in her lap. "If I say when it is, it'll create a world-wide panic and that wouldn't do at all." The therapist nervously scribbled more notes on the legal pad. Suddenly a buzzer sounded which startled them both. The therapist stood up on shaky legs. "Well, it seems our time is over for today, Dana." Scully stood, smoothed her skirt and walked towards the door. "We'll see you tomorrow, alright?" the therapist gave her a wane smile. Scully nodded and walked out of the office to the waiting room where Mulder sat waiting for her. He put a gentle hand on her back and guided her out the door. The therapist waved to them as they left but only he had waved back to her. Returning to her office, she called over to the receptionist, "Hold my calls for the next 15 minutes or so, Sharon, please?" The receptionist nodded to her as she closed her door to her office. A chill settled over her as she went to the phone and dialed. "It's me," she said into the receiver. "They just left. I almost got her to tell me the date but she wouldn't. I'll try again tomorrow." As the therapist hung up the phone, she glanced at the note pad. The word `date' was written in big block letters with a large question mark. She would ask the same question again tomorrow. *END* *************************************************** Okay, I wrote this with the expressed intention of just writing a "shorty" story, but now since I've bben thinking that this maybe a good start to another longer story...well, we'll just have to see. Feedback welcome! stilldevout2David at YAHOO.com