From: tinkerton@altavista.de Date: 10 Dec 2000 03:01:07 +0000 Subject: Peace (1/1) by Tinkerton Source: direct Peace By Tinkerton Summary: The End Classification: A, MSR, Character Death Rating: PG Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know where so I can come look, and don't change anything. Spoilers: Requiem, basically Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no copyright infringement intended, won't make money with them, adore them and hope CC does not screw them up too bad... Feedback: Please, plenty! tinkerton@altavista.de Author's Note: This is the short version of a certain ending to the Files I had cooked up in my mind. So to speak. Longer version still to be finished. Please let me know if you find oddities in word choice, phrases, or other - sorry, English is not my native tongue. That reminds me: Let me know what you thought of this story, anyway; it's my first, so please let me know if it better be the last, too! Here we go... I can't see. I can see nothing but darkness around me. Darkness surrounding me and swallowing everything. The light, the warmth. Your voice. I can hardly hear you. It is cold, I am shaking. Where am I? I don't remember anything, I have forgotten time and place. I forgot. Are you there? I cannot hear you, but I think I can feel you. Your presence. Is it really you, or am I dreaming? Am I only wishing? It is so cold. I feel the wetness of my clothes. It seems warm on my body, warm and sticky. Dropping down, settling on my skin. When I shiver I feel the thick fluid on my body, and sometimes it feels as if a hand moves over me and tries to wipe it away. Is that your hand? Are you here? I don't know if I am dreaming. I don't feel pain, I don't feel the ground beneath me. Everything is quiet around me. I can't move. But I don't know if I would want to move if I could. I am listening to you. To your voice. I don't understand what you say. The cold rises, it slowly creeps into my body now and takes possession of my heart. Where am I? Why am I here? Something is not right. I am lying on the floor, I cannot move. My chest feels numb. My shoulder hurts, I feel something trickling down my body. Cold. Are you...are you there? Scully? Can you hear me? I shiver with the cold. Afraid, afraid and blind. What is going on here? As I try to move, I cry out. It hurts, my shoulder aches, I can't feel my legs. Panic rises, I want to see, want to know what's going on here. Help me. Where...where is my gun? What happened? Where are you? Help me, Scully, please help. Why do you leave me? Are you there...? I am calling for you now. My throat hurts, I do not recognize my voice. Why can't I see anything? Help me! The dark night is glaring with the lights of police cars and ambulances. The wet streets are swirling with men, running around. Trying to find a man with a gun hiding behind an empty factory building. They had been able to chase him down here. And they ha d found Mulder. Now he was hiding somewhere near that dark and empty building. And he still had the gun. Scully did not realize what was going on around her. She was kneeling down on the wet street, whispering and desperately trying to hold back the tears. She was resting her partner's head carefully in her lap and pressing her hand on the shot wound on his chest. Don't go, Mulder, please, hold on. Don't leave me, can you hear me? Hold on. Mulder, I am here with you. Everything will be alright, we will get you out of here. Can you hear me? Mulder... Her tears were falling. Her hands were cold, she was afraid. He is going away, she thought. I can't hold him back. I have found him, found him at last, but he will not stay. I will lose him again. Scully...? Are you there? I am cold. It is so dark around me. Where am I going? She held his hand, squeezing it, rubbing his fingers. He moaned. Mulder? Can you hear me? It's me, Scully. You will be alright... Scully...? I'm cold. I will get you out of here, Mulder, just hold on. I need you to hold on. Scully, I am tired. So tired. I need to rest. Mulder... I am tired. As he opened his eyes and found hers, he smiled weakly. She was sobbing, clutching onto his hand. He had stopped moving. His hand was cold. He was going. I am weary, Scully. Let me rest. Let me sleep. She had no words. She cried as she watched him smiling thoughtfully, his eye lids flickering, closing slowly. Her hand was resting on his chest now, she was holding his head and could feel the warm blood trickling down her wrist. He was going. Peace, Scully. I need peace. He smiled again, almost guiltily, and his eyes began to close. His muscles relaxed, he sunk back into Scully's arms. Peace. As Scully saw him go, she prayed silently. Hold on, Mulder. Hold on to me. Don't leave me. Hold on. Mulder... Mulder? Don't... Mulder? Mulder? As the rain was drippling down, as the street reflected the hectic lights of the police cars and the flashlights, she watched her partner go. She prayed for him to find peace, she prayed for him -- and for herself. As she felt him slip away, something dee p inside her broke. Hold on to me. Don't leave me... I love you. Some things never change. But some do. As she closed his eyes for the last time, she had no tears left. THE END sigh Feedback to tinkerton@altavista.de