Sent: Tuesday, July 25, 2000
Title: Something Real
Author: Susan Frankovich
Classification: VA, sequel to *Into Blackness and Back*
Keyword: Mulder angst
Spoilers: Requiem, Amor Fati
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: This character doesn't belong to me,
but I wish he did so I could bring him back home
Author's Notes: This is the ninth vignette in the
*Color Games* series. Each story builds on the
previous one so you really need to read those first
before reading this one.
Other stories in this series are:
All I Have Left
Drowning in Blue
The White Room
Into Blackness and Back
and they can all be found at Ephemeral or my site:
Summary: I can feel her pulsating through my entire
body, filling me with every part of her.
by Susan Frankovich
I'm not dead anymore.
At least I don't think I am.
I remember Scully telling me that she needs me and
that she loves me.
I remember feeling cold and floating.
I remember touching her soft skin and looking into
her deep blue eyes.
After that, I remember nothing.
I have no idea how long I've been lying here, but
looking around I can tell I'm still in the white
And I'm alone.
Once I sit up, I immediately notice something
flashing on the wall at the other end of the room.
With shaky arms, I lift myself up off the floor.
My legs feel weak and unsteady, but I start walking
anyway, holding onto the wall to keep my balance.
As I get closer to where the flashing is, the colors
become so bright that it hurts my eyes to look at
them, but I don't look away.
I can't look away.
At first all the images appear to be out of focus,
but the longer I stand there looking at them, the
clearer they become.
*You've got to get up, Mulder.*
...I don't know what's wrong...
*No one can do it but you, Mulder.*
...I started feeling really dizzy...
*Mulder, help me.*
...I started getting chills...
...I just want to get warm...
She's still here.
I don't hear her voice like I did before, but she's
trying to tell me something else.
I know it.
I take another step forward, then cautiously reach
out to touch one of the flashing images in front
Blue sparks of heat rush through my fingertips
and up my arms the moment my hand makes contact
with the surface, but I don't feel any pain.
All I feel is Scully.
I can feel her pulsating through my entire body,
filling me with every part of her.
I feel something else.
Something that touches an even deeper place inside
me, something that's beautiful and pure.
Almost instantly my eyes fill with tears and my
heart trembles with joy because I know now.
I know now what Scully's been trying to tell me,
and I know what I have to do.
I have to find a way to get home.
She needs me.
And so does our baby.
~All my poems and stories can be found at: