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applecameronAuthor : SV, 1998
Title : "In Memory Of..."
Category: vignette
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers: none
keywords: character death, angst
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
Author's Note: Death and madness in a snowy meadow.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
It started snowing again. Mulder looked faster.
He moved in spirals around the paramedics, hunting slowly. Sifting through the slushy footprints the other men had made. Snow landed on his neck, melting against his skin as he looked down. Scouring the ground in an ever-widening circle. Scully lay at the center, where the snow was red.
Skinner was enroute. Skinner would help him look.
Mulder kept hunting, scuffing through the snow with wet feet.
There was a ring of deputies moving through the forest, but they hunted for a simple killer. Mulder's quarry was smaller, more elusive. Might disappear into that white nothing and then he'd be trapped along with it.
He came to the trees, far away from the knot of men centered on Scully, working desperately, working without a chance of success, then began the slow spiral back in.
He was still stalking, slowly but surely, when Skinner arrived. The snow kept covering everyone's tracks.
"Agent Mulder." Then his name again.
Skinner stepped up and kept pace with him. Head down, trying to glimpse what Mulder was looking at. They walked along for a while, then his superior laid a hand on his arm. "Mulder."
"Yes, sir." Came the companionable response. Mulder was calm. He had Skinner to help. Together they would find it.
"What are you --" A worried glance swept over him, and the AD swallowed. "What are we looking for, Agent Mulder?"
"We have to find her keychain." He said mildly. Mulder kept moving forward, circling endlessly in the insane snow. "I'll be lost without it."
Title : "In Memory Of..."
Category: vignette
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers: none
keywords: character death, angst
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
Author's Note: Death and madness in a snowy meadow.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
It started snowing again. Mulder looked faster.
He moved in spirals around the paramedics, hunting slowly. Sifting through the slushy footprints the other men had made. Snow landed on his neck, melting against his skin as he looked down. Scouring the ground in an ever-widening circle. Scully lay at the center, where the snow was red.
Skinner was enroute. Skinner would help him look.
Mulder kept hunting, scuffing through the snow with wet feet.
There was a ring of deputies moving through the forest, but they hunted for a simple killer. Mulder's quarry was smaller, more elusive. Might disappear into that white nothing and then he'd be trapped along with it.
He came to the trees, far away from the knot of men centered on Scully, working desperately, working without a chance of success, then began the slow spiral back in.
He was still stalking, slowly but surely, when Skinner arrived. The snow kept covering everyone's tracks.
"Agent Mulder." Then his name again.
Skinner stepped up and kept pace with him. Head down, trying to glimpse what Mulder was looking at. They walked along for a while, then his superior laid a hand on his arm. "Mulder."
"Yes, sir." Came the companionable response. Mulder was calm. He had Skinner to help. Together they would find it.
"What are you --" A worried glance swept over him, and the AD swallowed. "What are we looking for, Agent Mulder?"
"We have to find her keychain." He said mildly. Mulder kept moving forward, circling endlessly in the insane snow. "I'll be lost without it."