From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sun, 27 May 2012 13:48:39 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: Always by your side by Leh Car
Source: direct
Reply To: amberleejasmine@gmail.com
Title: Always by your side
Author: Leh Car
Rating: PG
Category: Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files or Mulder's or
Scully's characters. So money is not being made with
it. Don't worry, Fox Network.
Spoiler: After IWTB.
Author's note: This is my second fanfiction. Please, be
aware that English is not my first language and writing
fics is a way to practice English. So, be a little
tolerant with my mistakes.
Feedback: Why not? Just be respectful.
amberleejasmine@gmail.com
He was in a dark place, literally. He did not
understand what he was doing there or how he had
arrived. It was darker than the darkness in his
previous house, literally and metaphorically. A little
sheaf of light was escaping from somewhere, but he
could not recognize the origin. He felt scared,
anxious, with butterflies in his belly and a constant
nauseous. Was he sick again? No. What he was felling
was because of his nervousness. His mother used to call
heebie jeebies, or in his case, energetic sickness.
Actually, he did not remember feeling so well lately.
That horrible pain in his body had dissipated, his
hearing was normal again and he was able to get on his
feet without any problem. Only to proof his present
condition he stared wandering through the place. It was
difficult to see where he was going but his trusted in
his instincts. In fact, it was his instincts that had
brought him here. Suddenly he started to remember.
Several pictures of his life ran through his eyes.
Darkness, a bright light, his mother's face, his
father's smell, cold, warm, his first steps, his first
home, his sister, his second home, loneliness, his new
job, his co-works, his new partner, his best friend,
his SCULLY! Scully, Scully, Scully, this last picture
was stuck in his mind like a broken movie camera in its
last image. That name was echoing in his head like a
scream inside a caver. Where was Scully? Was she Ok?
Was I able to help her? Did I accomplish my goal well?
The nauseous and the scary feeling were increasing and
when he finally felt he was on the verge to pass out,
the light, that little sheaf of light started to expand
and his body started to ache. He could hear other
sounds now, sounds that he had not been able to hear
before: medical machines, someone saying -It is going
to be alright-, more voices, crying, plead for someone
to be well, for him to open his eyes. After a few
seconds of struggle with himself he finally opened his
hazel eyes and was able to see the only face that
mattered to him, the face that had been stuck with him
since the beginning. Scully! She was fine, though the
tears falling on her face. He had done the right thing.
He had fulfilled his role. He had saved his best
friend's life, his lover's life. Scully was all right
and from the beautiful smile on her face he would be
alright too. Using the last strength in his body he did
what he wanted to do since he woke up in that dark
place, he whispered his favorite greeting - Hey, Doc.
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