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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