From: "madmaxmulder " Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 23:36:20 -0000 Subject: xfc: Watcher (part 1/1) Source: xfc Title: Watcher Author: Max Rating: PG Classification: A little MSR, a tinge of Mulder Angst... Spoilers: Up to, and including Requiem, as I said before, I haven't seen season 8... Keywords: Reflection, Religious overtones, Summary: They don't think I watch them, but I do... Disclaimer: they're not mine, they're not mine, they're not mine... Author's notes: I'm not a religious person, this is for my mom, if I make any mistakes, I'm sorry they're entirely due to my lack of religious interests. This is not meant to be taken seriously in any religious manner, and my own ignorance is not meant to be offensive... Feedback: of course, send `em on to madmaxmulder@thexfiles.com , please, I'll love you forever, promise!!! Watcher I watch them. I always have. They don't think I do. They don't think I care, but I do. They blame me, and they curse me. They beg me for answers and cry to me. Still, I continued to watch. He stopped believing in me once. After they took his sister. She's safe, I wish I could tell him that, ease his pain with that. I believe he knows that now, although I still want to tell him so... But I could not, so I watched They took her too, And he started hating me. Hated me for all he was worth, for all I was worth. His pains becoming my own. Still I watched. When they returned her, the situation didn't get much better. She became sick, and as her illness progressed and grew, so did his hatred. He blamed himself, and he blamed me. He blamed me for making him live his life. I wanted to tell him that it was alright, that they're destiny didn't conclude with this. I wanted to tell him that it was not over. But I could not, so I watched. Eventually, she became better. Her illness went into remission, as I knew it would. Just as I had silently promised them it would. His hatred too went into remission. He even thanked me once. Then it all went to hell, if you'll excuse my pun... Their child died. Yes, I say `their' By all rights, she was his child too, he had every right to call her so. And she died. His fury began to build once more. All I could do was watch. He found peace with his sister, peace in his soul. I would like to think, peace with me. Even when his mother died, the white hot fury never boiled up as it did when she was gone. Never like it did. And so I continued watch. They took him, they did, but he is with me. They hurt him, they do, but he is safe. She is down there still, but she has not lost faith. I will return him to her, One day, As I returned her to him, I wish I could tell her that, but I cannot. I need not, she knows it in her heart. I have given them a child, and in the process hope. Until the day unto which I return him to her, We will watch her together...