From erica.miszti@premium-mail.co.uk Fri Mar 14 03:31:22 1997 Subject: In The Shade Of An Olive Tree (1/1) by Erica Miszti From: "Miszti, Erica" Date: Fri, 14 Mar 1997 09:31:22 -0000 -------- TITLE: In The Shade Of An Olive Tree AUTHOR: Erica Miszti EMAIL: Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk RATING: G CLASSIFICATION: V.A.R.(MSR) SUMMARY: Scully's dying in Mulder's arms. References to 'The Field Where I Died' (there's a surprise!) DISCLAIMER: The characters, the show and the episode are the property of Chris Carter, Glen Morgan, James Wong (& everyone else - was there anyone in The Big C's acquantaince *not* involved in making this ep? I've never seen the titles go on for so long!), 1013 and Fox and are used here without permission. I'm receiving no financial benefit from their use. No copyright infringement is intended. This is not set *during* the ep but at some point in the dim and distant future. You may want to get some tissues ready. I cried writing it. Oh yeah and I've taken some serious liberties which dedicated 'shippers should especially like. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX In the Shade Of An Olive Tree by Erica Miszti XXXXXXXXXXXXXX "See you..next time..partner.." Scully choked as she said the words. Blood trickled from between her lips and slid down her chin. Mulder shifted her weight onto his knee and freed a hand to wipe away the red smear. The ground beneath them was wet and muddy. The tall grass shielded them from the view of the other members of the SWAT team that Mulder had gestured away. He knew that his pain was written on his face for all to see. Scully smiled at him the best she could. "The ambulance is on it's way. Just hold on Dana." He told her softly, but he knew it would arrive too late to save her. She would die here - in this field - in his arms. The irony was not lost on him. "I believe." She whispered. "Next time.." She tailed off, tears flowing down her face as she wrestled with their last words in this lifetime. Her eyes widened slightly as Mulder drew away from her a little and pulled a knife from his vest. "No.." He cut a slash across his palm and smiled at her reassuringly. He wasn't about to kill himself. At least not today. He placed the hand over the gunshot wound that was pumping her blood into the fertile soil of the field. Death and rebirth. Their blood mingled and their flesh met. He felt as if he were absorbing her pain into himself. She was here because of him. Just like so many times before. He couldn't stop it. "You let me think.." Scully whispered brokenly. "..you let me think that..you meant her.." Mulder didn't need to question who she was referring it. Their soul mate. Tied to them as surely as Samantha and Cancerman. Mulder felt his throat contract painfully. He couldn't have lied to her but he hadn't told the truth. "Souls mate eternally." He whispered in return. He wiped the tears from her eyes, ignoring the tears in his own. "Once we were lovers, but too long ago.." "Greece.." Scully sighed. "..in the shade of an olive tree. I was a priestess and you were my forbidden love. My philosopher. I was belief and you were reason. What a turnaround.." "How'd you remember?" Mulder asked in surprise. "My dreams.." She whispered, her voice taking on an odd note of strength. Her mouth quirked into a mimicry of a smile. "And my regression tapes.." She managed a teasing tone. Mulder smiled, surprised by the revelation. "..I was jealous. I couldn't stand not knowing. I thought I'd made it up to make me feel better.." "You rationalized." Mulder acknowledged, his weak smile still lingering. "..It was real Mulder." She tried to sit up, but Mulder wouldn't let her and lowered her back to her place resting on him. "..I can see everything in my mind. There's so much we've lived. So much misery.." "But so much happiness.." Mulder insisted. "You and me and Melissa and Samantha. Linked souls." "Yes." Scully sighed and closed her eyes. Her body shuddered. "Dana?" Mulder said softly. The eyes fluttered open again. Mulder almost thought that he could see past the blue and into the infinity of her soul. Her mouth tugged into a trace of a smile. "Let me die.." Her voice was less than a whisper but it boomed inside his mind. "..with your lips on mine." He could never have refused. His eyes closed. His mind wanted to ignore the trappings of this life and all the other lifetimes. Souls wanting to touch without the singularities of existence. Beyond the flesh. Above the conscious mind. More than reality. Floating within a moving stream of all humanity. Alone together. Never alone. Never together. Never apart. All things at once. Smoke drifting on the currents of time. "I love you." The voice which had been hers whispered. "I love you." The voice which was his replied. The words were only words. They had already known. They had always loved. Love beyond flesh. Beyond gender. Friendship and love. Love and friendship. Just words. Not real. Souls touching. Her dying breath fanned onto his lips. For a second she was still there. Enveloping him with light and colour and warmth. And then the moment was gone. Mulder could feel her weight in his arms. He could hear the whir of the ambulance sirens. The crunch of the grass as the paramedics ran towards him. He could see them with his eyes. He could feel the cold of the Virginia winter eating into his bones. But in his heart he was in the shade of an olive tree and she walked towards him, smiling. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Okay, that makes my total times for killing Scully five, whilst Mulder's total is running at three. I have questioned this need I appear to have to kill Scully and I think that it's actually a desire to see Mulder suffer. "It's not yet the finely detailed insanity you've come to expect from me, it's just a theory." ****** Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk EMMISZTI@AOL.COM Classified Writings: http://members.aol.com/emmiszti/fanfic.htm The Clones Network: http://members.aol.com/emmiszti/cnet.htm "The future is inevitable - the form it takes is not." Michael Shallis, The Silicon Idol "We don't know what we don't know." William Spear, Feng Shui expert "If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs, it's possible you haven't grasped the situation." Jean Kerr, Please Don't Eat The Daisies "Either I'm concussed or that's Patrick Moore fist fighting an extra-terrestrial." Flt Lt. Max Bret, Independence Day UK "Who controls the past..controls the future: who controls the present controls the past." George Orwell, 1984 "I'll not listen to reason..reason always means what someone else has got to say." Elizabeth Gaskell "The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression." 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