Author: Amber

Category: MSR, vignette, Scully POV

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Spoilers: "Requiem", slight for "Max" - see if you can catch it

Disclaimer: The X-Files, Mulder, Scully - all things which belong to Chris Carter & company I am merely utilizing them to my advantage. Please don't sue

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Here I stand. How could I have let this happen?

Seconds pass. Tick. Tick. Tick.

My fingers tremble in tune with the fleeting moments. I fear I may drop my coffee cup. It slips from my grasp, the ceramic exploding as it comes in contact with my kitchen floor. Shards fly about like a pipe bomb aftermath. I can't decide whether the aforementioned has actually taken place, or was a surreal delusion.

My breath is taken from me, as I am suddenly unaware of my surroundings.

Falling. I think I am falling. Darkness envelops me. Sinking. I am sinking.

Where are you? I search for your presence in this abyss. My eyes are closed, so I utilize every one of my compensatory sensations. I remember what your seemingly eternal bearing has taught me. Look beyond what is within reach. Employ that which is above the realms of human possibility. Dare to dream.

A steady reel of images flares before my eyes.

Flash! Lights. Bright lights. Flash! The crucifix. Flash! Your sister, Samantha. She is grinning brightly. Flash! Emily, smiling shyly. Flash! Me. Crying. Flash! Our embrace. Flash!You. Mouthing something. I can't discern the words. I reach out. You reach back. I'm crying again. I know it.

You're here. You're here! I can feel it. I can sense it. My outstretched arms extend to embrace you, as you vanish like a wisp of smoke within my grasp.

Smoke. An unpleasant feeling courses through my veins. Hate. Is it hatred?

I am sobbing now. My body wretches as I continue my descent into blackness. I plunge for quite some time, wet tears soaking my cheeks. Suddenly, specks of light seep through the murkiness. I am surrounded by a warm, comforting glow. Pink. The light, which permeates through my eyelids, is of a pinkish hue.

For the first time in my descent, I hear something. It begins a low murmur, which eventually swells in intensity. Singing. A child's singing. Laughing. A high pitched squeal of delight. I hug my stomach, as the comforting warmth emanates from within my womb.

My journey halts, and the weight from my eyes is lifted. I open them to see your face. I will myself to believe that the privilege of sound has been taken from me, as I once again hear nothing.

However, I come to realize that you are not speaking. I am not speaking. Nothing in the world matters aside from the fact that you are smiling. You are here. You place your ear against my lower abdomen. Briefly.

I am left with the image of you smiling. I am rejuvenated. I may, once more, face the world.

~~~~~***The End***~~~~~