******************************************************************** This author's e-mail address has changed to: pindaran@hotmail.com ******************************************************************** From: "Rhetta" Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 19:52:50 -0800 Subject: xfc: NEW: Hush (1/1) Source: xfc TITLE: Hush (1 of 1) AUTHOR: Rhetta RATING: PG CLASSIFICATION: Vignette DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know. FEEDBACK: rhoannan@attbi.com SPOILERS: 'Little Green Men' DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully, and The X-Files aren't mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. You'd think they would treat them a little nicer. I sure would. SUMMARY: They figured that by separating us they could silence us. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for the After The Fact 'Little Green Men' Episode Challenge. ********** There's a moment lost in time When she says hush I'm on your side It's just the two of us - 'Hush' by Angie Aparo ********** They figured that by separating us they could silence us. Silence our search for the truth. They just made it so we had nothing left to lose. Nothing except each other. When it happened, when the ax came down, I thought that by distancing myself from Scully I could keep her safe from whatever they had planned next. She could start over. Have a chance for advancement. Hunting down little green men with 'Spooky' Mulder would never give her that. I also thought I could somehow continue on without her. Find the truth. Find Samantha. All I found though, was a sense of hopelessness. Without Scully and her scientific take to focus on all I could hear was the endless sounds they surrounded me with. The surveillance tapes from the latest white-bread case they'd put me on ran through my head day after day in a mind-numbing loop. And I lost my way. Deafened by the noise. Scully told me not to give up. But what was the point in that? My quest was a joke. I was a joke. At least George Hale had something to show for his encounters with his little green men. Something solid. I didn't even have the X-Files anymore. When I got the chance to begin my search again I jumped at it. I didn't care about the risks, about if it might be a trap. I only knew that if I didn't do something soon I would never find my way back. Back to believing in extreme possibilities. In little green men. Scully told me once that she was afraid to believe. At the time I didn't really understand her. For years believing in the unbelievable had been a comfort. It had given me hope. Now I know what she meant. I had always wondered what would happen if they really came. I wasn't delusional about it though. I realized that if I ever got the chance to make contact it wouldn't be the end of my quest. My search for the truth. I wasn't expecting a 'We come in peace. Here's you sister.' moment. Would have been nice of course, but I wasn't expecting it. What I was expecting I can't say. All I know is what happened wasn't it. Not by a longshot. The fear and blind panic that washed over me when I first heard them still comes as a shock to me. Did Samantha feel that fear too? That blind panic? Is she feeling it now? Is she even alive? When I brought back the tape I thought I finally had my proof. Proof of the existence of extraterrestrials. Proof that my sister still might be out there somewhere. Enough proof to make Scully believe. But all I had was silence. They had taken away my voice again. Taken away my chance to be heard. I felt the noise began to surround me, to overwhelm me. Then I looked over at Scully and saw the compassion in her eyes, the belief. Not in extreme possibilities. Not that the truth was out there. In me. And I realized something. Something I should have known all along. You can take away a man's voice, silence him, but you can't take away his ability to be heard. Not as long as one person can hear him. I know now that Scully hears me. Even when I don't make a sound. No matter what happens next I believe she always will.