From: Medie Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 16:04:15 -0230 Subject: New Fic: The Things You Miss Source: atxc Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters in this story nor do I own the concepts of XF or Stargate, I'm just borrowing them for awhile. Category: Alternate Universe Feedback: Yes please. Send to medison@thezone.net Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral Keywords: 1st POV -- Mulder's POV. Companion story to Thoughts of Home. Implied MSR. Spoiler: None that I can think of. Rating: G Note: This AU is my own attempt to explain what happened to Samantha (called the Homecoming Series) --therefore, in this AU, the episode Closure never happened. Oh, and you might need a bit of a familiarity with Stargate SG~1, and the Tok'ra, but overall, this shouldn't be too confusing to read. And while I am primarily a DSR fan this series will have implied MSR cause I've got plans for Doggett. *G* Oh, be gentle, this one's unbeta'd. Summary: On the alien ship, Mulder unknowingly marks his birthday by thinking of home and all he misses. The Things You Miss by M. Edison -------------------------- I change my mind, I don't want to believe in aliens anymore. Hear that CGM? You win. I resign. Done. Finito. Au revoir. No more alien chasing for Fox Mulder. Why you ask? Simple, damn things caught me and they ain't friendly skinny guys with pointed ears who say "fascinating" a lot. They're more like those Borg guys except, in my opinion, assimilation seems like a picnic compared to everything they put me through. Well, when they first took me anyway. While the ship was on earth, they turned me into their favourite lab rat. I feel like I've been dissected turned inside out, and generally treated like one of those frogs teenagers butcher in high schools every day. But after we left earth and I'm telling you, artificial gravity or no, you *know* when we've left good old terra firma behind they stopped. Out of the blue one of my keepers showed up, took me out of the exam chair which looks like something out of a horror movie about dentists and stuck me in a room. I wouldn't call it the Ritz, but it's a hell of a lot better than that chair. They gave me something to wear and left me in here. Occasionally they feed me but the rest of the time I'm stuck here. Its like solitary confinement on Earth. Except I don't even get a window. I'm not sure why they're keeping me like this. But, and since they usually don't speak anything remotely similar to English up here, I haven't been able to find out much. I have overhead them speaking but the only time I know what they're saying is when they say a name, provided it's a human name of course. That's where things get confusing. I have heard a name that's familiar but there's no way it can be the person I think it is. I heard them say the name Samantha. I wish Scully was here, she'd tell me there's no way it can be my Samantha they're talking about. That there are probably hundreds of thousands of women named Samantha in the world, and possibly some off-world, that they could be talking about. That it's not my sister. No, I take that back. I don't want Scully here. No way. I wouldn't want her to see this, to relieve her own abduction by witnessing mine. Not a chance. But I do miss her. Want to know what the fun part of being locked up in a room on an alien spaceship by yourself is? You have plenty of time to think. Too much time. I think about Scully a lot. What she's doing back there? Did they let her stay on the X-Files? Is Skinner keeping an eye on her? Did they assign someone new to the X-Files to help her? If so, is she giving them hell? Can she trust them? God I hope so. I don't even want to think about what would happen if *they* send in another plant. Another Krycek. Probably very sexist and outdated of me, but I can't help worry that she wouldn't be able to handle them. Stupid thought I know, there's little she can't handle if she's managed to put up with me for seven years. Still, the last thing she needs is someone she can't trust working with her. I know how it feels, how lonely it can be, even more so than when you're working the assignment alone. Especially when you're searching for someone you care about. I don't know how long they're going to keep me, or *if* they'll let me go, but right now its looking like a long trip. They keep heading *away* from Earth, well I think they are, and unless they turn around and go back, I'm not going to get home anytime soon. Its not like I can escape and hitchhike home. And I can't yank out the trusty old cell-phone and call for help...imagine the long distance charges on *that* bill. I just hope I get home period. I've spent so many years looking at the stars and wondering what was up there. Now that *I'm* up there, all I want to do is go home and look around. See *Earth* for what it is. Strange how you don' t realize how important something is until you can't have it anymore. Sitting here, in this room, knowing that through those walls lies cold, barren, space...I find myself wishing for things I probably wouldn't think twice about if I were home. Things like rain, snow, hell I even miss smog. I miss laughter, radios playing music so loud it hurts, car horns honking. I miss late night tv shows, huge billboards with glaring graphics, traffic lights. I miss my apartment, my office, my car. I even miss Frohike, Byers, Langley. But mostly I miss Scully. I miss her laughing at something stupid that I said, I miss her listening to another of my theories that she thinks is so far out there you couldn't find it with the Hubble telescope...believe it or not I actually miss her getting angry at me when I do something she thinks is stupid, reckless, and foolish . I miss home. Finis