Post by StormAngel on Sept 3, 2008 9:23:15 GMT -5
A/N: I'm back! I'm soooo sorry for forgetting about this site. *ducks head in shame* one of my other X-Files ficcys. ;D
Title: Going Under
Author: AntheaMS
E-mail: antheams@hotmail.com
Distribution: Anywhere, just drop me an email first
Rating: PG
Categories: SRA
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers: Pusher
Summary: She's cracking, at last.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly, all Chris Carter's. Going
Under belongs to Evanescence
Author's Notes: Another Angst trip for me. The absence of
real names for the first few paragraphs is totally
intended. ;D
Now I will tell you what I've done for you -
50 thousand tears I've cried.
It started slowly, a whisper, then a slow crawl and finally
the big bang.
It faded quickly. Their love was like a fleeting flame in
the winter. One gust of wind, and everything disappeared.
Their trust was shaky at best, the lies that both of them
told was enough to destroy their partnership in the end.
With that one lie, she pushed him out of her life, forever.
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -
And you still won't hear me.
(going under)
She never did thought that it would end like that, he
staring into her eyes, emotionless, cold, unwavering, the
gun held between them, aiming to kill. She knew this was it
then, the final faceoff. And this time, she was the loser.
She had lied to him all this while, that seed of doubt had
been planted in his mind. She knew that it was all over now
when Modell mentioned that she was a spy. She saw that
flash of doubt in his eyes, even as she saw him aim
carefully, the gun positioned just at the right position to
kill her, with that one shot.
Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
She had always tried to push him away, making him think
that all she had was that emotionless ice queen facade that
she had held on to ever since high school. She was so much
more than that, she knew, but the deed was done, he had
believed, and now, she was suffering because of that.
Her various 'I'm fine's over the years had finally cost her
something that she would never have wanted to give up, his
love. When she finally started to regret it, it was too
late.
She heard the gun cock, and she prepared herself for the
shot to ring out and the subsequent pain. She saw his hand
twitching towards the trigger, finger squeezing...
The shot rang out in the suddenly quiet room; she had
closed her eyes at that loud noise. To her surprise, she
didn't feel any pain. Startled, she opened her eyes, to see
that he had shot Modell, before collapsing in the chair.
His cold remark of 'I'm Fine' stung even after the whole
thing was over.
I'm dying again
The news of his impending marriage to Holly was more than
she could take. She could not believe it, especially since
they had only known each other for less than half a year.
But it was true, she knew it, she had the invitation
clutched in her hand, crumpled now by the combined force of
her anger and anguish.
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under
The wedding was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. Mulder had
looked so handsome in his tuxedo, as he recited those vows.
Holly was a vision in white, as she walked down the aisle,
she could not help the tears that flooded her eyes as she
thought of what might have been.
She should have never pushed him away.
She should never have told him that she hated him, after
the whole fiasco with Modell was over. A lone hand on her
shoulder reminded her that she was not alone, and she
turned, meeting the understanding eyes of her mother, and
in a rare display of emotion, ran to her, seeking comfort.
For the first time in her life, Dana Katherine Scully
understood heartbreak.
Blurring and stirring - the truth and the lies.
(So I don't know what's real) So I don't know what's real
and what's not (and what's not)
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
Their partnership pretty much broke up after that. She
managed to get a position in Quantico, teaching the new
recruits. She never heard from him ever again, and every
time she spotted him in the building, she tried her utmost
to pretend that she was fine, even though she was dying
inside.
He ignored her every time he saw her. Her heart ached
terribly every time that happened, but some how, a few
tears always managed to leak out. She could not help but to
wonder what might have been if she had came to him that
night and told him the truth.
She had always regretted that final betrayal. She had went
to his apartment that night, right after Modell had wreaked
havoc on his mind, intending to comfort, but it evolved
into so much more.
That night was one of the best experiences in her life. The
next morning wasn't.
She had waked up confused, startled at the fact that she
was in his bed. In a moment of confusion, she had scrambled
away from him, accusing him of taking advantage of her. She
had ignored the pained look on his face, and in a moment of
weakness, she spilled out every wild, unfound accusation
she managed to dig out. She had ignored all the
explanations he had tried to give her. Even after hours of
him trying to explain, she refused to believe him, shutting
herself in.
It was that kiss that damned them both.
Staring at the picture on her desk, she could not help but
to let the tears fall out again. They looked so happy in
that photograph, her smiling brilliantly, he with his arm
thrown around her shoulders. They were the very picture of
a happy couple. It was like that once, when they had been
the best of friends, before she betrayed their trust.
Looking up from the picture, she noticed him walk past her
office. She wanted to call out to him, to apologize for all
that she had done. "Mulder..." she called out hesitantly,
standing up and making her way to the door. She noticed him
pause for a while, before walking away. The tears poured
out then, torrents; deep wracking sobs shook her body. She
closed her eyes with pain, leaning her head against her
office door, the tears pouring down her face, her whispered
denials and quiet sobs the only sounds in her quiet office.
She never did find out that he had felt the same, once upon
a time.
I'm dying again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
She knew her mother had chastised her silently in her heart,
but the other woman never did vocalize her disappointment
in Dana until now. It started out simply, both of them
having dinner in her mother's house, when Maggie mentioned
Mulder. She had lashed out angrily then, the mere mention
of his name bringing horrible memories to her mind, and a
deep bitter taste in her mouth. Maggie had persisted though,
and it was then that she found out that Holly was with
child already.
That news broke her heart into thousands of tiny pieces,
shattering. She had screamed then, hysterical, even her
mother had never expected such a reaction from her.
She had screamed her hate for Fox Mulder, for Holly
Patterson, for all that the both of them had done. Even as
she knew that, the blame lies with her and her alone. Her
mother had reminded her of that though, and for the second
time in her life, she shouted at her mother. Maggie didn't
say anything though, merely staying quiet through her
tirade until Dana said that she hoped that Holly's child
died.
Once she saw Maggie's face and heard her own words, Dana
sank down onto the floor, crying. It was the first time
Maggie had expressly used the words, "I am disappointed in
you, Dana." She had looked up, confused, prompting her
mother to launch in an explanation.
"I know everything that happened, Dana," she had said
softly, "Mulder still comes over once in a while, you know.
I've never gotten the whole story, but from what I gathered,
from him and your former boss, you hurt him. Badly. He
trusted you, and he thought that you knew that he won't do
anything that you don't consent to. And you destroyed that
with your impulsive actions. Think about that, Dana." With
that, her mother left the room, leaving a stunned Dana
Scully seating on the floor.
Her mother had known all along. That thought repeated
itself around her head, even as she tried to deny it, she
knew. Her mother had known everything from the start.
I'm...
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away (so far away)
I won't be broken again (again)
I've got to breathe - I can't keep going under
She had sat there in a stunned silence the whole night,
those words ringing in her head. Her mother had known all
along. Mulder had told her everything the moment she was
transferred to Quantico. She didn't know whether to feel
ashamed or disgusted with herself. To think that she was
capable of hurting Mulder to that extent. Her mind could
not wrap itself around that concept.
She had thought that their trust was enough. That their
simple partnership was enough for the both of them. However,
sitting her now, alone, cold, with tears pouring down her
cheeks, she knew that she had loved him from the start, and
he had loved her. Until the day when she accused him of
taking advantage of her, forgetting in the heat of the
moment that he would never have done that. Even when she
realized what she had done, she had not bothered to
apologize, despite his various attempts to explain things
to her.
In that instance, she knew that all along, Mulder had tried.
It was her refusal to listen to him and her hard headedness
that had finally condemned her to a life without him.
She never knew how much she missed his light touches on the
small of her back, the exciting cases that they had, the
various little things that he did for her everyday, until
now.
She never realized that he had loved her deeply, even
though she had been absolutely horrible to him. Until now.
Determined, she got up from the floor, and made her way to
the door, letting herself out. It was time to make things
right. And this time, she vowed, she would admit that she
was wrong.
I'm dying again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
She stopped at her house first, changing into fresh clothes,
taking the time to bath and let the guilt she felt be
washed away. She took her time, choosing her outfit
carefully, smiling at her reflection before moving out of
her bedroom. She turned on the television, intent on
catching some parts of the news before she left. It was
then she saw it, a mangled wreck, two cars twisted together
horribly. She listened, stunned, as the reporter reported
that an accident occurred on the highway between blah and
blah and that there were two bodies recovered, both in
serious condition.
It was only when it was mentioned that one of the victims
was an FBI agent, Fox William Mulder that she looked up,
stunned, even as the news sunk in. Mulder may be dead, her
heart screamed, even as tears started pouring down her face.
She had been so ready to get to him and to apologize, and
now, it was all going to be over before it even started.
"No..." it started as a small moan, getting louder every
minute, "this is not happening. No..." she cried in anguish,
guilt and panic coursing through her veins. The knock on
the door and the subsequent entrance of someone went
unheard, until she felt arms slip around her shoulders,
comforting her.
She turned, facing her mother with red-rimmed eyes. "I was
going to apologize to him," she whispered painfully, "and
now, it was going to be over even before it starts. Why,
mum, why must this happen now? Why? Why must God choose to
punish me like that?" she asked, tears coursing down her
face, not expecting her mother to reply.
"I don't know, Dana," Maggie said softly, trying to sooth
her tearful daughter. She knew Mulder was involved in an
accident on the highway; Assistant Director Skinner had
called her once he received the news, knowing that Dana
would most probably want to know what happened. "We don't
know how God works at times, Dana," she soothed, rubbing
her daughter's back.
She was not comforted though, and she began to sob harder,
"what if he dies, Mum?" she asked tearfully, "he'll never
know how sorry I am for all that I said." Dana was in a
state of panic now, fear and anxiety coursing through her
veins.
"If he dies," Maggie said firmly, "you have to move on.
Don't dwell on the past, Dana; it doesn't do that much
good."
Her words went unheard though, for Dana had cried herself
asleep already.
I'm going under (going under)
I'm going under (drowning in you)
She had visited him in the hospital once he had healed
enough. She had entered his room hesitantly, wondering if
she should even be there. He was not awake yet, and she
took that opportunity to study his tall lanky form, even
under the bandages, he was still beautiful. She had heard
the news about Holly's death, and even though she hated
that the other woman had gotten 'her' man, she felt sorry,
knowing that Mulder would be devastated if he finds out.
Sitting down beside him, she took one hand that did not
have wires poking out of it, gently caressing it, and
absently drawing circles on it. She felt much better once
she found out that he was safe. A twitch under her hand
brought an end to her musings, however. Looking down, she
looked into his eyes, trying to discern his current
emotions. To her relief, she did not find any hate there,
merely curiosity.
"Mulder," she started hesitantly, trying to say the words
that she had been wanting to say for the last two years.
"I'm sorry," she said in a rush, not looking at him. "I'm
sorry for all that I said that night, Mulder. I wasn't
thinking, it just slipped out. I thought you were someone
else," she admitted softly. There, she said it at last, she
thought.
It was only the squeeze on the hand that was still in
Mulder's grasp that alerted her that he was still there.
She looked down at him, her fears allayed once she realized
that he didn't look as though as she hated her.
"I forgive you, Scully," he said softly, "I forgive you for
everything."
With that sentence, she felt all the guilt and pain
disappear, and she hugged him tightly, crying softly. She
felt a hand rubbing her back soothingly, and she smiled a
little. She was feeling so happy now, happy that everything
was going to be all right some day. "It'll be all right,
Scully," she heard Mulder whisper. "Some day, Scully, I'll
trust you with my heart again."
"And I'll be waiting for that day," she whispered.
I'm going under
It was a beautiful day, with no clouds in the sky except
for the occasional small one. The sky was of a beautiful
blue, matching the bride's eyes perfectly.
She was a vision in a white dress that she borrowed from
her mother. As she walked down the aisle, the man standing
by the alter could not help but to hiss and shift
uncomfortably. Beside him, his balding best man chuckled
softly, though he did understand what his agent was going
through.
Reaching the alter; they stood there, paying attention to
the priest as he went through the rites of marriage. They
gave each other small smiles as they slipped on their rings
on the other's finger. When he said that he may kiss the
bride, he did so gladly, planning on placing a chaste kiss
on her lips, but that plan was destroyed when she moaned
slightly and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.
They overcame everything that life had thrown at them,
Scully thought, as she enjoyed the kiss. Raising her eyes
to the sky, she sent up a silent prayer of thanks.
She had finally come home.
Title: Going Under
Author: AntheaMS
E-mail: antheams@hotmail.com
Distribution: Anywhere, just drop me an email first
Rating: PG
Categories: SRA
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers: Pusher
Summary: She's cracking, at last.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly, all Chris Carter's. Going
Under belongs to Evanescence
Author's Notes: Another Angst trip for me. The absence of
real names for the first few paragraphs is totally
intended. ;D
Now I will tell you what I've done for you -
50 thousand tears I've cried.
It started slowly, a whisper, then a slow crawl and finally
the big bang.
It faded quickly. Their love was like a fleeting flame in
the winter. One gust of wind, and everything disappeared.
Their trust was shaky at best, the lies that both of them
told was enough to destroy their partnership in the end.
With that one lie, she pushed him out of her life, forever.
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -
And you still won't hear me.
(going under)
She never did thought that it would end like that, he
staring into her eyes, emotionless, cold, unwavering, the
gun held between them, aiming to kill. She knew this was it
then, the final faceoff. And this time, she was the loser.
She had lied to him all this while, that seed of doubt had
been planted in his mind. She knew that it was all over now
when Modell mentioned that she was a spy. She saw that
flash of doubt in his eyes, even as she saw him aim
carefully, the gun positioned just at the right position to
kill her, with that one shot.
Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
She had always tried to push him away, making him think
that all she had was that emotionless ice queen facade that
she had held on to ever since high school. She was so much
more than that, she knew, but the deed was done, he had
believed, and now, she was suffering because of that.
Her various 'I'm fine's over the years had finally cost her
something that she would never have wanted to give up, his
love. When she finally started to regret it, it was too
late.
She heard the gun cock, and she prepared herself for the
shot to ring out and the subsequent pain. She saw his hand
twitching towards the trigger, finger squeezing...
The shot rang out in the suddenly quiet room; she had
closed her eyes at that loud noise. To her surprise, she
didn't feel any pain. Startled, she opened her eyes, to see
that he had shot Modell, before collapsing in the chair.
His cold remark of 'I'm Fine' stung even after the whole
thing was over.
I'm dying again
The news of his impending marriage to Holly was more than
she could take. She could not believe it, especially since
they had only known each other for less than half a year.
But it was true, she knew it, she had the invitation
clutched in her hand, crumpled now by the combined force of
her anger and anguish.
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under
The wedding was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. Mulder had
looked so handsome in his tuxedo, as he recited those vows.
Holly was a vision in white, as she walked down the aisle,
she could not help the tears that flooded her eyes as she
thought of what might have been.
She should have never pushed him away.
She should never have told him that she hated him, after
the whole fiasco with Modell was over. A lone hand on her
shoulder reminded her that she was not alone, and she
turned, meeting the understanding eyes of her mother, and
in a rare display of emotion, ran to her, seeking comfort.
For the first time in her life, Dana Katherine Scully
understood heartbreak.
Blurring and stirring - the truth and the lies.
(So I don't know what's real) So I don't know what's real
and what's not (and what's not)
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
Their partnership pretty much broke up after that. She
managed to get a position in Quantico, teaching the new
recruits. She never heard from him ever again, and every
time she spotted him in the building, she tried her utmost
to pretend that she was fine, even though she was dying
inside.
He ignored her every time he saw her. Her heart ached
terribly every time that happened, but some how, a few
tears always managed to leak out. She could not help but to
wonder what might have been if she had came to him that
night and told him the truth.
She had always regretted that final betrayal. She had went
to his apartment that night, right after Modell had wreaked
havoc on his mind, intending to comfort, but it evolved
into so much more.
That night was one of the best experiences in her life. The
next morning wasn't.
She had waked up confused, startled at the fact that she
was in his bed. In a moment of confusion, she had scrambled
away from him, accusing him of taking advantage of her. She
had ignored the pained look on his face, and in a moment of
weakness, she spilled out every wild, unfound accusation
she managed to dig out. She had ignored all the
explanations he had tried to give her. Even after hours of
him trying to explain, she refused to believe him, shutting
herself in.
It was that kiss that damned them both.
Staring at the picture on her desk, she could not help but
to let the tears fall out again. They looked so happy in
that photograph, her smiling brilliantly, he with his arm
thrown around her shoulders. They were the very picture of
a happy couple. It was like that once, when they had been
the best of friends, before she betrayed their trust.
Looking up from the picture, she noticed him walk past her
office. She wanted to call out to him, to apologize for all
that she had done. "Mulder..." she called out hesitantly,
standing up and making her way to the door. She noticed him
pause for a while, before walking away. The tears poured
out then, torrents; deep wracking sobs shook her body. She
closed her eyes with pain, leaning her head against her
office door, the tears pouring down her face, her whispered
denials and quiet sobs the only sounds in her quiet office.
She never did find out that he had felt the same, once upon
a time.
I'm dying again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
She knew her mother had chastised her silently in her heart,
but the other woman never did vocalize her disappointment
in Dana until now. It started out simply, both of them
having dinner in her mother's house, when Maggie mentioned
Mulder. She had lashed out angrily then, the mere mention
of his name bringing horrible memories to her mind, and a
deep bitter taste in her mouth. Maggie had persisted though,
and it was then that she found out that Holly was with
child already.
That news broke her heart into thousands of tiny pieces,
shattering. She had screamed then, hysterical, even her
mother had never expected such a reaction from her.
She had screamed her hate for Fox Mulder, for Holly
Patterson, for all that the both of them had done. Even as
she knew that, the blame lies with her and her alone. Her
mother had reminded her of that though, and for the second
time in her life, she shouted at her mother. Maggie didn't
say anything though, merely staying quiet through her
tirade until Dana said that she hoped that Holly's child
died.
Once she saw Maggie's face and heard her own words, Dana
sank down onto the floor, crying. It was the first time
Maggie had expressly used the words, "I am disappointed in
you, Dana." She had looked up, confused, prompting her
mother to launch in an explanation.
"I know everything that happened, Dana," she had said
softly, "Mulder still comes over once in a while, you know.
I've never gotten the whole story, but from what I gathered,
from him and your former boss, you hurt him. Badly. He
trusted you, and he thought that you knew that he won't do
anything that you don't consent to. And you destroyed that
with your impulsive actions. Think about that, Dana." With
that, her mother left the room, leaving a stunned Dana
Scully seating on the floor.
Her mother had known all along. That thought repeated
itself around her head, even as she tried to deny it, she
knew. Her mother had known everything from the start.
I'm...
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away (so far away)
I won't be broken again (again)
I've got to breathe - I can't keep going under
She had sat there in a stunned silence the whole night,
those words ringing in her head. Her mother had known all
along. Mulder had told her everything the moment she was
transferred to Quantico. She didn't know whether to feel
ashamed or disgusted with herself. To think that she was
capable of hurting Mulder to that extent. Her mind could
not wrap itself around that concept.
She had thought that their trust was enough. That their
simple partnership was enough for the both of them. However,
sitting her now, alone, cold, with tears pouring down her
cheeks, she knew that she had loved him from the start, and
he had loved her. Until the day when she accused him of
taking advantage of her, forgetting in the heat of the
moment that he would never have done that. Even when she
realized what she had done, she had not bothered to
apologize, despite his various attempts to explain things
to her.
In that instance, she knew that all along, Mulder had tried.
It was her refusal to listen to him and her hard headedness
that had finally condemned her to a life without him.
She never knew how much she missed his light touches on the
small of her back, the exciting cases that they had, the
various little things that he did for her everyday, until
now.
She never realized that he had loved her deeply, even
though she had been absolutely horrible to him. Until now.
Determined, she got up from the floor, and made her way to
the door, letting herself out. It was time to make things
right. And this time, she vowed, she would admit that she
was wrong.
I'm dying again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
She stopped at her house first, changing into fresh clothes,
taking the time to bath and let the guilt she felt be
washed away. She took her time, choosing her outfit
carefully, smiling at her reflection before moving out of
her bedroom. She turned on the television, intent on
catching some parts of the news before she left. It was
then she saw it, a mangled wreck, two cars twisted together
horribly. She listened, stunned, as the reporter reported
that an accident occurred on the highway between blah and
blah and that there were two bodies recovered, both in
serious condition.
It was only when it was mentioned that one of the victims
was an FBI agent, Fox William Mulder that she looked up,
stunned, even as the news sunk in. Mulder may be dead, her
heart screamed, even as tears started pouring down her face.
She had been so ready to get to him and to apologize, and
now, it was all going to be over before it even started.
"No..." it started as a small moan, getting louder every
minute, "this is not happening. No..." she cried in anguish,
guilt and panic coursing through her veins. The knock on
the door and the subsequent entrance of someone went
unheard, until she felt arms slip around her shoulders,
comforting her.
She turned, facing her mother with red-rimmed eyes. "I was
going to apologize to him," she whispered painfully, "and
now, it was going to be over even before it starts. Why,
mum, why must this happen now? Why? Why must God choose to
punish me like that?" she asked, tears coursing down her
face, not expecting her mother to reply.
"I don't know, Dana," Maggie said softly, trying to sooth
her tearful daughter. She knew Mulder was involved in an
accident on the highway; Assistant Director Skinner had
called her once he received the news, knowing that Dana
would most probably want to know what happened. "We don't
know how God works at times, Dana," she soothed, rubbing
her daughter's back.
She was not comforted though, and she began to sob harder,
"what if he dies, Mum?" she asked tearfully, "he'll never
know how sorry I am for all that I said." Dana was in a
state of panic now, fear and anxiety coursing through her
veins.
"If he dies," Maggie said firmly, "you have to move on.
Don't dwell on the past, Dana; it doesn't do that much
good."
Her words went unheard though, for Dana had cried herself
asleep already.
I'm going under (going under)
I'm going under (drowning in you)
She had visited him in the hospital once he had healed
enough. She had entered his room hesitantly, wondering if
she should even be there. He was not awake yet, and she
took that opportunity to study his tall lanky form, even
under the bandages, he was still beautiful. She had heard
the news about Holly's death, and even though she hated
that the other woman had gotten 'her' man, she felt sorry,
knowing that Mulder would be devastated if he finds out.
Sitting down beside him, she took one hand that did not
have wires poking out of it, gently caressing it, and
absently drawing circles on it. She felt much better once
she found out that he was safe. A twitch under her hand
brought an end to her musings, however. Looking down, she
looked into his eyes, trying to discern his current
emotions. To her relief, she did not find any hate there,
merely curiosity.
"Mulder," she started hesitantly, trying to say the words
that she had been wanting to say for the last two years.
"I'm sorry," she said in a rush, not looking at him. "I'm
sorry for all that I said that night, Mulder. I wasn't
thinking, it just slipped out. I thought you were someone
else," she admitted softly. There, she said it at last, she
thought.
It was only the squeeze on the hand that was still in
Mulder's grasp that alerted her that he was still there.
She looked down at him, her fears allayed once she realized
that he didn't look as though as she hated her.
"I forgive you, Scully," he said softly, "I forgive you for
everything."
With that sentence, she felt all the guilt and pain
disappear, and she hugged him tightly, crying softly. She
felt a hand rubbing her back soothingly, and she smiled a
little. She was feeling so happy now, happy that everything
was going to be all right some day. "It'll be all right,
Scully," she heard Mulder whisper. "Some day, Scully, I'll
trust you with my heart again."
"And I'll be waiting for that day," she whispered.
I'm going under
It was a beautiful day, with no clouds in the sky except
for the occasional small one. The sky was of a beautiful
blue, matching the bride's eyes perfectly.
She was a vision in a white dress that she borrowed from
her mother. As she walked down the aisle, the man standing
by the alter could not help but to hiss and shift
uncomfortably. Beside him, his balding best man chuckled
softly, though he did understand what his agent was going
through.
Reaching the alter; they stood there, paying attention to
the priest as he went through the rites of marriage. They
gave each other small smiles as they slipped on their rings
on the other's finger. When he said that he may kiss the
bride, he did so gladly, planning on placing a chaste kiss
on her lips, but that plan was destroyed when she moaned
slightly and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.
They overcame everything that life had thrown at them,
Scully thought, as she enjoyed the kiss. Raising her eyes
to the sky, she sent up a silent prayer of thanks.
She had finally come home.