From: "E.Duncan" Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 14:06:19 +0200 Subject: Fanfics Source: direct Title : TWO WORDS Author : W. D. _spooky_ Carter (trust_no1_@hotmail.com) Category : All Souls post-ep, Mulder POV, Angst. Rating : G Spoilers : All Souls, small ones for Christmas Carol, Emily Disclaimer : Mulder and Scully (and Emily) don't belong to me (sigh!), but to THE Creator, Chris 'The Mind' Carter, and to the revered David Duchovny & Gillian Anderson. Don't sue me, please, all I have is my X-Files video collection. Summary : Post-ep for 'All Souls". The pain from a different point of view. Slight hint at MSR, but overall NoRoMo safe. Author's note : This is not my first fanfic, but it's the first one I post; be gentle anyway, ok? Feedback is welcome! Archive : Just let me know where so I can come and see and be proud of myself! ;)...And of course, keep my name attached. Her pain has been mine, too. For a long time now. Maybe since the beginning, since the day we first met, maybe even before that. Sometimes I like to think souls are linked to each other since the day we first open our eyes and see the world for the very first time. I like to think that the two of us have been bond to each other since the very beginning of our lives, lifetimes before this. It makes me feel like I was never really alone, like she's always been there for me and I've always been there for her, somehow. Like we shared dreams, fears, hopes, joy and pain since the very beginning. Now it's time to share pain. Sometimes the pain comes under the form of frustration we help each other to ease, sometimes it's anger we help each other to get off our chests, sometimes it's a little pain, sometimes it's bigger, sometimes it's unbearable and we try to support each other and carry some of that pain when the other can't. But we always share our pain, even when we don't want the other to feel it or to know we're suffering. Most of the times to protect each other. Often, we share the same pain but under different perspectives, different points of view. This is one of the times when she tries to hide the pain from me, even though she knows I know; I can feel it anyway, because it's the same way she feels when I try and do the same. She saw her. While she was doing that damned autopsy, she saw her. And she heard her. Emily. Pleading her...-Mommy, please...- It's all in this damned tape I'm holding in my hand right now. I was about to throw it in the trashcan, to erase this memory forever, materially, if I can't do erase it from her mind, and from mine. I thought this was one of the times we shared the same unbearable pain, under our different perspectives, but still the same pain. This until I had the guts to put the tape into the player and listened to it. I listened to Scully performing the autopsy, as usual. The sure medical terms coming from her mouth. Professional as always. Then I heard her taking a deep breath, her voice trembling "Oh my God..."...Silence... Then I heard the two words that made me completely change my perspective, the nature of my pain. I felt exactly the same pain Scully must have felt at that moment. Two words and I was thrown down there, in that cold morgue, in that room, with her, feeling her same pain. From the same exact point of view. Two words: I felt my heart constricting, my throat going dry, my hands trembling, tears blurring my vision. Two little whispered words...Emily...Whispering those two little words to me... -Daddy, please...- ? END ?