(SV) XFiles "He Said, You Don't" (gen)
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applecameronAuthor : SV, 1999
Title : "He Said, 'You Don't'"
Category: vignette
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, Tithonus
keywords: possible distant future, Scullyangst
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
Night. Baltimore. She woke from an old dream. "Mulder?"
No. Mulder was a long time ago. A lifetime ago. Lying in the dark, hands laced over her chest, she remembered Clyde Bruckman. Chantilly lace. The man who knew when people were going to die. That one night she was with him, and had finally broken down to ask when her own death was, he'd answered, "You don't".
Scully hadn't thought much of it at the time. Not until she met a photographer looking for death. What was his name? Couldn't remember. That was back when they were running background checks, and interviewing farmers about fertilizer. Yee Haw. In the dog house in a major way. Oh, yes. Fellig. Alfred Fellig. That was his name, or one of them.
"I closed my eyes, looked away from death." And that was it, apparently.
She didn't even remember the day Mulder died, it was so long ago. It looked like it would never be her turn. She'd spent about 10 years being poked and prodded after it became apparent she'd stopped aging. 10 years before she lost her temper and simply disappeared. 10 years to lose a temper, but her time sense had started to operate on a different scale. Besides, she wanted to understand it herself. Wanted to know the why, the how, only giving up after...after...after Mulder's death, actually.
He was, what, 50? No, older than that. More like 80. She sighed up into the dark, lacing her hands behind her head
and watched the ceiling.
She'd been afraid to marry, afraid to love anyone, afraid to commit herself to someone who'd simply age and die when she couldn't. Mulder was different. She'd loved him for so long, and he her, in their odd way. Should've grabbed him and hung on for as long as she could, loved him for all he was worth while he was there. Should've, could've, would've.
Oh, well. They had what they had, those were good years together, working together, in and out of the X-Files, in and out of the FBI, a life with Mulder she would never have missed, not for anything.
Sometime this month Dana Scully would be 180 years old. She was becoming an expert at falsifying her identity, but it was time to leave Earth. Time to leave it all behind. That's why she was in Baltimore to begin with, to collect a few things before heading to Cape Caneveral. Getting ready to start the next life, as a pioneer, as 'Kate Mulder-Vicks' on her way to help colonize Mars.
Maybe, if she was lucky, they wouldn't make it.
Title : "He Said, 'You Don't'"
Category: vignette
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, Tithonus
keywords: possible distant future, Scullyangst
disclaim: I do it for love, not money.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
Night. Baltimore. She woke from an old dream. "Mulder?"
No. Mulder was a long time ago. A lifetime ago. Lying in the dark, hands laced over her chest, she remembered Clyde Bruckman. Chantilly lace. The man who knew when people were going to die. That one night she was with him, and had finally broken down to ask when her own death was, he'd answered, "You don't".
Scully hadn't thought much of it at the time. Not until she met a photographer looking for death. What was his name? Couldn't remember. That was back when they were running background checks, and interviewing farmers about fertilizer. Yee Haw. In the dog house in a major way. Oh, yes. Fellig. Alfred Fellig. That was his name, or one of them.
"I closed my eyes, looked away from death." And that was it, apparently.
She didn't even remember the day Mulder died, it was so long ago. It looked like it would never be her turn. She'd spent about 10 years being poked and prodded after it became apparent she'd stopped aging. 10 years before she lost her temper and simply disappeared. 10 years to lose a temper, but her time sense had started to operate on a different scale. Besides, she wanted to understand it herself. Wanted to know the why, the how, only giving up after...after...after Mulder's death, actually.
He was, what, 50? No, older than that. More like 80. She sighed up into the dark, lacing her hands behind her head
and watched the ceiling.
She'd been afraid to marry, afraid to love anyone, afraid to commit herself to someone who'd simply age and die when she couldn't. Mulder was different. She'd loved him for so long, and he her, in their odd way. Should've grabbed him and hung on for as long as she could, loved him for all he was worth while he was there. Should've, could've, would've.
Oh, well. They had what they had, those were good years together, working together, in and out of the X-Files, in and out of the FBI, a life with Mulder she would never have missed, not for anything.
Sometime this month Dana Scully would be 180 years old. She was becoming an expert at falsifying her identity, but it was time to leave Earth. Time to leave it all behind. That's why she was in Baltimore to begin with, to collect a few things before heading to Cape Caneveral. Getting ready to start the next life, as a pioneer, as 'Kate Mulder-Vicks' on her way to help colonize Mars.
Maybe, if she was lucky, they wouldn't make it.