From: Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 21:37:08 EDT Subject: Fanfic: Voices of the Dead Title: Voices of the Dead Author: Tina Geneveive (Jenn), Mirax327@aol.com Spoilers: None Keywords: Summary: A short reflection on Scully's career in pathology. Author's Notes: This is a tiny little piece that struck in the middle of the night. Apparently my subconscious is amenable to a little overtime pay. Any and All feedback will be appreciated, including flames. If you like this, let me know, and I may post more. If you don't, then stop me from torturing you with any further drivel. Disclaimer: She ain't mine, but I ain't gettin' any cash from this, so Chris Carter, you can just eat it! But even so, I never refer to her by name, so do I even need a disclaimer? ********** ...And the dead will rise on that day and speak again... She could hear their voices; speaking to her, sharing their stories. Whispering to her their tales of life, and pleading with her for their tales of death. The Forsaken: all essence of life had receded, leaving only the shells of death. This was all that was left to them; all that was left to those they had touched. She owed it to them; if she did not heed their voices, how could they be at peace? Yes, she could hear the voices of the dead. She listened to their silent words, and, nurturing, she gave them their serenity of release. But in the surrounding velvet of night, and the purifying fire of day, she would deny her whispered communions, most especially to herself. However, in the clarity of her unconscious, she focused in rapt attention, and gave to the dead their solace.