From: "Phineas" Subject: REPOST "I Dream, But all Dreams Must Come To An End" by Phineas rated:PG Date sent: Sun, 19 Oct 1997 06:33:05 +1000 I'm about to Post more smut, so I'm doing this stuff first, to soften the blow *GriN* Archive anywhere, aslong as My name and email are with it please * ^ _ ^ * Summary:Part of My Scully's Diary series thingie, but each part is stand alone. Spoilers: Everything from Small Potatoes onwards Author's note: This was written upon a passing thought, at midnight, Tuesday the 27th of May. It was meant as a note from Scully to Mulder, and although it was written in as to her talking to him, it was mearly like her journal-form. It was meant to be found after the death she knew was inflicted upon her. If not sooner as she now expected, them most certainly later. Everything must come to an end... Rated: PG, Scully Angst and a brief mention of M&S romance, but not enough to trouble even those who abore the thought of something between the two of them. A little mushy, but it was both intended, and essential. Disclaimer:They're not mine, I'm sorry. I'm paid nothing, I'm never cheered on, always booed out. I write only to make other happy, and to torture myself into thinking that maybe I'm woorth a flicker. CC, you know I am not. Please don't sue me, You are God. Now that that's all done... "I Dream, But all Dreams must come to an end". Last night I had the strangest dream. I was floating upon a mist, an open field ahead of me, a beaten track behind. And all around me was nothing but a dense, white fog, and the memories of what had been, of what had past. You were there. Though I could not see you, your presence was know, I could feel it in the very pit of my soul, just where it always is, always had been. And you were answering my questions, questions I had not yet found the courage to ask myself, nor to put them to anyone else, least of all to you. But you needed not for me to tell them to you, just for me to recognize that they were there, just as you were there, and that my trust for you ran deep enough to share them. I had that trust, and it was only in that part of you that was a part of me. Even now you are a part of me. You have always been a part of me. And you told me why my life had been the way it had, and why, after all this time, we were still together, even after those around us, those we have loved, and still hold with our hearts and our minds, had fallen. And you told me it was not because we were stronger than them in our physical forms, or stronger of mind, but stronger of heart, of soul, and of love. It was this love, that which existed strongest between you and I, that kept us here. That brought us back together when we were lost, that tied us down when we were reckless, that let us run free we the need was great. You told me that while this love between us was nurtured, and it continued to grow, we would never be taken from one another. That no matter what happened, no matter what came between us, introduced by Them or otherwise, the ties between us were so strong that they could not be severed. And you told me that this love had no need to be discussed, nor did it need to be acted upon, for it was always there, just below the surface, entwining our souls as fingers are entwined at the touch of a hand, guiding us through a relationship that is not, and yet is. And you brought your fingers to brush my cheek, and you admitted to me what you would not admit in the daylight, and I returned the gesture upon you. And not a-more words were spoken, and the only thing that following left our lips was but a chaste kiss, before your leaving. And even after my eyes had fluttered open, and the hazy blanket of sleep had been pulled back from my mind, the underlying love was still in my heart, the heat from your mouth still upon mine. And as the sunlight streaked upon my weary face, all I could do was smile. I once told you, Mulder, that as certain as I am of this life, I am certain we have nothing to fear in the next. My belief in this fact is now stronger than ever. For I know, that whereever we go, whenever we go, our souls will end up together once more, the ties not allowing us to stray far, and the love underlying will rise to the surface once again. This, You told me. Mulder, this letter, although addressed to you, will never be sent, will never be spoken of, will never be replied to. But I know no-matter how hard I try to hide it, no matter how deep the hole in which I bury it, you will find it with an uncanny sixth sense that has no right in being there, and yet is more important than your breath itself. Your eyes will rest upon it's words, your thoughts read mine, just as they always have. But when you find this letter, do not judge it by me, nor by what it says of yourself, for I have never judged you, nor accepted it when you have taken judgence upon yourself. This letter is a feeling, a passing thought, a fleeting moment. If I had known you would judge yourself, or any other, by the contents which I have placed in this letter, it would never have been written in the first. Mulder, as you read this, you will remember only me, for I will be gone. I know this, I have... accepted this, finally. It is my destiny, as one day shall be yours. But for know, hold the dream, find what you want, and what you need. Find the Truth, Mulder. Not just for yourself, not just for me, but for everyone. Do not keep it inside, tell the world. Let them have the faith in you that I always had, that I will always have. The truth is out there Mulder, but it's also in you. Finis Love, Phin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Sanity is highly overrated... A friend is someoone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out Thankyou. All of you. You know who you are. My Home Page: http://www.wagga.net.au/~phineas Huggers Club Home Page: http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/7926/ Any Feedback would keep this nut going, please write me. My mail box gets lonely. Really it does. phineas@wagga.net.au