From: "Irish Angel" Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 17:38:33 PST Subject: "Rubber Band" by *Blue Dragon* Title: Rubber Band Author: *Blue Dragon* Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: uhh..nope.. Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance. Character Death. Summary: Scully is murdered, how will Mulder cope? Feedback: SpookyGyrl@iname.com Notes: This is my first posting at Gossamer...I'M NERVOUS! I have butterflies! Please, please, PLEASE send me feedback! I Thrive upon it...it's my soul and my ground upon which I stand! *dramatic sob* SpookyGyrl@iname.com ~ Disclaimer: Ahem. Fox William Mulder, Dana Katherine Scully, Margarette Scully, Frohike, Langley, Byers, Walter Skinner and The Cigarette Smoking-Man (AKA Cancer Man) are NOT mine! They DON'T live under my bed like Elvis and Ginger Spice do..kay? Also, I'm not making one RED FRICKING CENT from this story..SO NO SUE! NO SUE, *BLUE*! got that?! EH?! dumbass fox lawyers!! *GROWL* Okay, anyhoo, If I haven't scared you away already then please *READ ON* and send me feedback! =) SpookyGyrl@iname.com ~ Rubber Band By *Blue Dragon* ~ ------------ August 15 Dana Scully's Apartment 3:05 AM --------- A dark form slipped a key into the lock and slowly turned it until he heard it click. He hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside. After navigating through the dark into her bedroom, He stood near the door and looked at her face bathed in moonlight for a moment before proceeding beside her bed and placing a gun to her left temple. Slowly he pulled the trigger and waited for her to stop breathing before he pulled it away. He watched the blood cascade out of the wound in her head, onto her fiery red hair before staining the pillow which she had been sleeping. "She was beautiful...too bad I had to do that.." He thought, bitterly laughing to himself before exiting as unnoticed as he came. --------- Fox Mulder's Apartment 3:11 AM --------- I awoke at a sudden pain in my chest. It felt like something had snapped inside me. I immediately sat up, in fear that it was a heart-attack. I checked my pulse- normal. I figured I wasn't in cardiac arrest, but the pain in my chest kept increasing until I almost couldn't stand it. I stood up and took a deep breathe. The pain eased a little. I opened the door and stepped outside. I breathed in the semi-polluted Washington air and the pain decreased even more until it was almost gone, but I still felt like a rubber band had been snapped on the inside of me. I walked around my messy apartment for a little bit before I layed back down on the sofa again. I tried to sleep, but something kept nagging my conscience. I eventually pushed it into the back of my mind and retired to another night of restless sleep. --------- 6:08 AM --------- I cracked open my eyes and groaned at my alarm clock. I reached up and turned it off before getting up all the way. Barely remembering the pain in my chest, I made my way to the shower. The pain came back. I sat down in the bathtub and took a deep breathe. Nothing. Another breathe. The pain subsided enough for me to stand up and finish my shower. I decided then that if the pain continued, I'd have Scully look at me. After getting dressed, I looked at the clock. I'd be fashionably late as usual. I made my way out to my car and hopped in and made my way to work. -------- Basement of The J. Edgar Hoover Building 9:37 AM -------- I opened the door. "Hi, Scully." I said, throwing my coat onto a near-by chair. When I didn't get a prompt reply, I turned around to discover she wasn't here yet. "Huh.." I thought to myself. "It's not like Scully to be later than me." I shrugged it off and sat down to read over the new file that was on my desk. -------- 11:00 AM -------- I glanced at the clock and sighed. Still no Scully. I decided to pay a visit to Skinner to see if she had called in. -------- 11:12 am -------- "Sir?" I said, poking my head into the Assistant Director's office. "Agent Mulder." He acknowledged me. I stepped in. "I was wondering if Scully has called in sick today?" I asked, pain suddenly tugged at my chest. I sighed. "No, she hasn't. I was wondering if you know where she is?" "No, sir." Skinner placed his hand on the buzzer and called his secretary. "Yes, Mr. Skinner?" She replied. "Uh..Call Agent Scully and ask her why she hasn't called in." "Yes'sir." A few minutes later she came back. "I'm sorry sir, but she didn't answer." "Alright, thank you." Skinner looked at me. "Why don't you go over there and check on her?" I nodded and headed toward the door of his office. ---------- Dana Scully's Apartment 12:03 PM ---------- I pulled out my key and unlocked Scully's door. "Scully?" I called through her apartment. No reply. "Scully?!" I stepped further into her apartment and a sudden feeling of dread swept over me. I glanced around nervously, not knowing what I'd find. I briskly glanced through the rooms in her apartment before I came to her closed bedroom door. I took a deep breathe as the pain in my chest tightened. I opened the door and cried out in horror at what I saw. Scully, my Scully, dead in a pool of her own blood. I rushed to the bedside and picked up her wrist. No pulse. The pain in my chest was almost unbearable. Right then I knew what had been causing it. I looked up at her face. So sweet. I glanced at her neck, and saw her cross covered in dried blood. I snapped. I began to sob. I sobbed for the loss of a great woman. I sobbed for the loss of a partner. I sobbed for the loss of my other half. I sobbed, because she never knew how I felt. ---------- August 17 3:00 PM Washington Cemetary ---------- I'm now standing here straight and tall as the preacher tells about Scully's untimely death. I may seem a pillar of strength, but inside I am slowly crumbling. Falling apart. Scully was my foundation. Without her, I cease to exist.I try to be strong for Mrs. Scully, who is standing beside me. I look down at her sobbing form. I feel feel pain, but not half as much as she. She lost her husband, her eldest daughter, and now her youngest. She looks tired and worn down, as if an moment, she's collapse and die of heartache. But even though, I carry less pain, my pain still hurts. It swells through me. Courses through my veins, taunts me. I know that it's my fault she died. If I wouldn't have ever started on the X-Files, she never would have joined me in my quest for the truth, and she wouldn't be laying cold in that casket. A silent tear falls down my cheek. I close my eyes and mentally pinch myself to make sure this isn't some kind of horric dream. I open my eyes. The scene is still there. This is more real than it should have to be. I look around at the faces that have shown up to attend. Frohike, Langley and Byers have come to show their respect. Frohike looks up at me, I nod to him and continue looking around. I see Skinner, standing as solemn as ever, but (maybe it's just me) his posture seems a little bit slack. I close my eyes again and hold back the tears. I catch whiff of a sour smell. I open my eyes and glance around. Standing by a tree a safe distance away, stands that black-lunged son-of-a-bitch, Cancer Man. It takes all my willpower not to go over and kill him with my own two hands. He sees me looking at him and takes a long drag from his cigarette, just to taunt me. I sneer and turn away. I now gaze at Scully's casket for the first time. It's dark mohogany with a gold-metallic trim. I take another deep breath and look towards the heavens. If I believed in god, right now I'd be praying to him and cursing him at the same time. Asking him "Why did this happen to her and not me?!" I'm the one who drug her through hell and back.I'm the one that put her life in danger so many times because I followed my own hunches and not hers. She never did me wrong. Now, they're lowering her cacket into the hole of earth. I feel my chest go tight and my heart go numb. I also feel Mrs. Scully shaking with more tears. I squeeze her tighter and she turns and buries her face in my coat, sobbing. I hold her until the sobs subside enough where she can see. I look at the casket and the first shovel of dirt is put on it and decide then: I can not live without Scully. Scully has now been buried and everyone has left. Much against Mrs. Scully's protests, I stay abit longer. I'm not ready to leave. There is something I have to do. I bend down in front of her headstone lightly, so i won't sink into the still soft dirt. I trace over the letters with my fingers, tears start streaming down my face, blurring my vision. I lay my head on her gravestone and sob. My salty tears pour out and down the stone. My sobs slow down and I reach into my coat. I pull out my gun and place it behind my right ear. I am about to pull the trigger to end my misery, but I feel a hand lightly on my shoulder and I snap around and stand up. I am so startled, I step back and fall over the head stone. My suprisor laughs lightly. I look up. "Scully?" I ask softly, as if I speak, she will vanish. She nods and smiles I look at her. She is floating a few inches from the ground, her red hair softly whipping around her face in an invisible wind. She's slightly transparent but I can make out her form as if she was standing in front of me. Scully looks at the gun by my hand and frowns. "Mulder..." She says, shaking her head slightly. I just shrug, and then I get the courage. "Scully...I..I just don't wanna live without you..You..You're my everything. You're my life, you're my strength, you're my hope..You're my love.." My voice softens on the last phrase and I gaze at her. She looks so peaceful. I stand up and smile a little. We're the same height for once. She looks at me with such adoration, my heart skips a beat. Before I can react, She's bending over and kissing me. My lips tingle and my whole body soon follows. The kiss deepens, but she pulls away. I frown and look at her again. "Mulder..is this what you really want?" She asks hesitantly. I shake my head 'Yes'. She must have read my thoughts. I want to be with her, forever. Wherever that may be, I want to spend all my time with Dana Scully. She smile that beautiful smile and kisses me again. I feel myself slowly rise out of my body and float toward the sky with her. I feel like I've been snapped away from the world, but I'm more at peace than I ever have been in my whole life. It's a wonderful feeling, as though nothing else matters. I sigh as she places her head on my shoulder. I open my eyes, I see nothing. And the only thing I hear are two beating hearts. I close my eyes as we near a bright white light. I try to back away, but I seem frozen. Scully looks at me, and tells me not to be afraid, without any words. I nod and give myself to the light. I give myself away from the cruel world and enter a much better place. Far away from the peple that wish to destroy me. I know that in a sense I have given up my quest for the truth, but as I look at Scully, I realize, none of that matters. <> ~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~*X*~ Okay, do you like it? Do you think it sucks? Do yo think I deserve an award? Do you think I deserve to go to hell for embarassing the XF fanfic community? TELL ME! SpookyGyrl@iname.com