From rfd200@is5.nyu.edu Tue Mar 25 20:27:52 1997 Subject: (1/1) Letting Go From: Archaeopteryx -------- Disclaimers: I don't own the X-Files, OK?!?!? Summary: Scully tries her best to help Mulder... Spoilers: None Classification: Angst, UST, Romance Comments,etc:rfd200@is5.nyu.edu Notes: About the people who are looking out for my story "DO YOU WANT TO REMEMBER?"...it's sort of on a temporary haitus right now (TEMPORARY! I SWEAR!) but I was kinda stuck, and this was in my head, so I decided to just throw it out and see what happened...Enjoy! LETTING GO Rosalie Dela Rosa rfd200@is5.nyu.edu He just sat there with his head in his hands. In pain. Again. How many times have I tried tp prevent that? Tried to prevent him from getting hurt? But I've always failed. Never able to give enough support. Never able to help the man I have always loved. "Mulder..." I whisper, kneeling down next to him, carefully placing my hand upon his arm. "She's gone, Scully." He sighed in frustration and defeat. "I don't know what I'm going to do." I inhaled my breath slowly, trying to calm the furious beating of my heart. "There's still time Mulder. She hasn't vanished, you know." "Yes, I realize that, but..." "No 'but's. She's waiting for you out there. You've just got to have the guts to go out and get her back." It was then that he raised his head to stare at me. There was still doubt mirrored in his greenish eyes. "Are you sure about that Scully?" I couldn't believe I was doing this... I moved my hand over to his, giving a gentle squeeze. "Yes...I'm sure. Look Mulder, you and Katherine have been together for over a year and a half now. Everyone has arguments. Everyone has fights. Hell, we have them all the time..." "But I went over the line this time. Now she's left me..." "Mulder, you just took her to the edge one too many times. She'll get used to it. To your nightmares, your theories, you work, your regrets, everything. It just takes time. You've realized you made a mistake. Now go back and try to fix it. I know she cares for you, Mulder. And I know that you care for her." I held a steady gaze with his hazel eyes, the connection between us strong and undaunting. It was our communication, our lifeline. And it assured him. "I believe in you. You can make this work." God, it hurt so much to say that. Knowing that I was pushing him to HER. But I had to. To make the suffering stop. For once in his life he would have the chance to be happy. Content. In love. If I could do this one thing, this one deed for him, it might even make ME happy. Though it would tear my heart to shreds. I continuously tried to convince myself that he would have a good life with her. That she would be the best for him. Finally, I stood up from my bent position, pulling him up from the seat with me. I still grasped his hand in mine. He stood nearly a foot taller than me, but I spoke to him as if the height difference wasn't even there. Cool. Calm. Serious. Sure. "Mulder, if you love her, go after her." Silence. He just looked at me, and I looked back. Five words were uttered from my love's mouth. "You're my best friend, Scully." Of course. That's all I would ever be to him. His friend. But those words carried a thousand meanings, a thousand thoughts. We had endured so much; we had laughed together, cried together, worked together, even nearly died together. And I would treasure every moment. He cared for me. He risked his life for me. He had faith in me. He TRUSTED me. And so I answered him. "I know." And I let go his warm hand from mine and watched him walk out the office door. As I heard the door click shut, I walked towards my desk. I sat upon the chair, placed my head in my hands, and cried. THE END. Well? What do you think? Should I write a sequel? Or should I leave it at that? Please write to me!!! Below is my ever-changing SIG ;) Today's number of quotes: 4 Last updated: March 11, 1997 Definition of word in the place of my name: Archaeopteryx - A fossil bird of the extinct genus Archaeopteryx, about the size of a crow, having 2 claws representing the thumb and forefinger projecting from the wing, and about 20 tail vertebrae prolonged as in mammals; the oldest known avian type (freaky, huh?) _________________________________________________________________________ Rosalie Dela Rosa rdjustice@asan.com rfd200@is5.nyu.edu I HAVE NOT ONE, BUT TWO ADRESSES! Arthur Reeves on TV: What kind of city are we running when we depend on the support of a potential madman! [click] Alfred: Such rot, sir. Why, you are the very model of sanity. Oh by the way, I pressed your tights and put away your exploding gas balls. Bruce Wayne: Thank you, Alfred. -BATMAN: MASK OF THE PHANTASM [In the year 2015] Doc Emmet Brown: The justice system moves swiftly, now that they've abolished all the lawyers. -BACK TO THE FUTURE PART II Ellen Ripley: I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them *ucking each other over for a goddam percentage. -ALIENS Buffy: Does the word "duh" mean anything to you? -BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER _________________________________________________________________________ From rfd200@is5.nyu.edu Wed Mar 26 15:28:53 1997 Subject: Re: 1/1 LETTING GO Part 2 From: Archaeopteryx -------- Disclaimers: I can only WISH I owned them... Summary: Does Scully's help pay off? Spoilers: None Rating: PG-13 (for 1 bad word) Classification: UST, Angst, Romance Archive and Forward: Go Ahead! Comments, etc.:rfd200@is5.nyu.edu Notes: Well, here is the sequel many of you asked for... LETTING GO Part 2 Rosalie Dela Rosa rfd200@is5.nyu.edu The minestrone soup was burning on the stove. I didn't even realize it until the smoke alarm went off. "Shit!" I jumped off the couch I was lying on and made a sprint towards the kitchen. As I doused the tiny flames from my measly dinner, I stared at the remains of the darkened contents in the pot. "I wasn't that hungry anyway," I mumbled to myself. I placed the steaming container into the sink, grabbed myself a can of ice tea (for luck) from the fridge, and once again settled myself on the comfy sofa. He still hadn't called. Not one word from him since he had left the office that morning. No word since he had left me alone crying in despair, knowing that I had forever pushed him away from me. Dropping my dreams with a few encouraging words, a move for him to get Katherine back into his life. He still hasn't called. I wonder what happened after he left. Did he go to her office? Did he wait at her apartment? What would he say to her? That he loved her? I sighed. I had to stop this. There was no use in hoping for the worst between Mulder and Katherine. I had my chance when they first met years ago. But this is what I wanted, right? I wanted Mulder happy, so I made that possible...and now he's gone. He's out of my life. Mulder and I had met Katherine Madena on the Tresh William case in June of '97. He and Katherine had hit it off quite well at first encounter and I of course, was my usual composed self, underneath seething with jealousy. And for good reason. She WASN'T one of those blond bimbo types that Mulder was apt to wander over to. She had large brown soft eyes like a deer, the slender legs of a supermodel, and long sleek chestnut hair that trailed a few inches below her shoulder. She did not have that irritating high-pitched Bambi voice that spoke of ditziness, but the throaty, confident voice that a roomful of people would listen intently to. To add to that she was a forensic pathologist. And intelligent too. Needless to say, she was not the short, dumpy, red-head that Mulder had come to know for 4 years. She was better. I of course went about my work, once in a while maybe subtly dropping hints of jealousy to Mulder, trying to ease him away from her. But I couldn't keep it up. Because she was so friendly, so outgoing....I began to see her more often at the office, stopping by to see Mulder and maybe have a cup of coffee with us. I couldn't hate her. I just COULDN'T. I began to see less and less of Mulder after work. But still the late night phone calls continued. And it was at those times that he was mine. That it was him and me in the darkness of our bedrooms, confiding in one another, sharing our problems and frustrations. I knew so much about his relationship with her that it was scary. But he learned of my life too. We were together in the quiet shadows of the night, linked by a piece of technology. But it was something. And he still hasn't called. *RING!* It's him. I know it's him. I can't. I picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Scully, it's me." "Well?" "Um, I took your advice and, uh, I went after her." "Apartment or office?" "Apartment." "Hmmm. And?" "Scully?" "Yes?" "We're going to get married." And the can of ice tea fell onto the floor. THE END. Well? Any thoughts? Below is my ever-changing SIG ;) Today's number of quotes: 4 Last updated: March 11, 1997 Definition of word in the place of my name: Archaeopteryx - A fossil bird of the extinct genus Archaeopteryx, about the size of a crow, having 2 claws representing the thumb and forefinger projecting from the wing, and about 20 tail vertebrae prolonged as in mammals; the oldest known avian type (freaky, huh?) _________________________________________________________________________ Rosalie Dela Rosa rdjustice@asan.com rfd200@is5.nyu.edu I HAVE NOT ONE, BUT TWO ADRESSES! Arthur Reeves on TV: What kind of city are we running when we depend on the support of a potential madman! [click] Alfred: Such rot, sir. Why, you are the very model of sanity. Oh by the way, I pressed your tights and put away your exploding gas balls. Bruce Wayne: Thank you, Alfred. -BATMAN: MASK OF THE PHANTASM [In the year 2015] Doc Emmet Brown: The justice system moves swiftly, now that they've abolished all the lawyers. -BACK TO THE FUTURE PART II Ellen Ripley: I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them *ucking each other over for a goddam percentage. -ALIENS Buffy: Does the word "duh" mean anything to you? -BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER _________________________________________________________________________