Title:Just another Memory Author: Nicole Sulky .C Email: pcoggan@tnt.dynamite.com.au Rating:G Category: VRA Spoilers: Memento Mori Key words: Mulder /Scully romance; character dies. Summary: Mulder waits for Scully to come out of her coma. Disclaimer: They're not mine.Neither is 'The island' by A. A. Milne. For: Katie Bender, Rest in Peace. 13\7\97 Okay people, heres another story that kills either one or both of our fave' agents off, so if you're not one for death and slight M&S romance, you are dismissed. NIKKI> I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful ,-a fairies child, her hair was long , her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. -La Belle Dame Sans Merci- John Keats sorry, couldn't resist. --------------------------------------------------- Just another Memory By Nikki. ------------------------------------------------------- I sit beside her hospitals bed, She looks so peaceful at rest, her flame red hair splayed across the uncomfortable hospital pillow.I hold her delicate hand in mine with utmost care, willing her and begging her to come from the depths of her coma,but knowing that she needs the rest.I pull her hand to my lips and kiss her fingers they are warm and her skin is soft. I sit back in this uncomfortable chair and close my eyes, remembering all we've been through, just to find the truth.i think of all the pain and sorrow this work has put her through, all the times I ran off on my own path and left her behind. Leaving her to worry how she was going to save my sorry butt the next time I got stuck. I think of her smile, so radiant and warm , her clear blue eyes that beckoned in the dark, the high sweet tinkling sound of her laughter which does not come often, for there is very little to laugh about these days. I remember all the good times we had together, her failed attempts to ignore my jokes, the smart and short comebacks she used in conversations, and when she was relaxed with no worries. But then I look at her beautiful face and see all the grief and anguish the years have caused, only to be plagued with a killer disease, a life sentence, a truth neither of us can deny. I look at her and see the lines that crease her forehead and the dark bags under her eyes , how I long to be able to brush my hand over them and make them disappear, to make the past just a memory, not a heart wrenching burden that must be carried each day. No such luck, nothing can take away the pain that she must go through each day, death will be her only release, and there is nothing I can do,. I feel helpless just like I did when she was taken from me for three long and lonely months , not knowing what was being done to her or wether she was dead or alive, and then her return to us, they brought her back to me but left her life to dangle by a single flimsy golden thread, I had to go through the pain of watching as her life slowly slipped from her with each bleep of the heart monitor and each squeeze of the mechanical lung. It made me angry, angry at the heartless people who could do such a thing to such an innocent person. but it didn't matter to them, she was just another toy for them to play with until it broke, just another useless object that they could break and then throw away. And now they've done it again , here she is , lying helplessly on a white sterilised hospital bed with tubes and machines wrapped all around and through her , the annoying bleep...bleep.. of the heart monitor only re inforces the sad reality that this is not as dream, last time she pulled through, but that was when she didn't have cancer. This time she does, the cancer they gave her has moved to her blood stream and is ravaging her body, shes being killed from the inside, out. And she is slipping away with every heartbeat, every breath and sigh. All I can do is sit and wait,. I am startled out of my thoughts as I feel her hand move against mine.I look down to her and call her name;" Scully?.. "Scully?" Her weary blue eyes open and gaze back up at me, they are unfocused and unsure. Finally she recognises me and gives a weak smile. She opens her mouth to speak but there is a tube down her throat, I give her a pen and paper and she writes upon it. 'hi. I missed you.' I smile at her attempt to write neatly and say; " I missed you too." I bend down and plant a tender kiss on her forehead and she squeezes my hand. She picks up the pen and writes on the paper, she asks me to tell her her favourite poem she taught me one cold night in a stakeout. I smile at her and begin; " I had a ship, I ' d sail my ship, I 'd sail my ship, Through the Eastern seas; Down to a beach where the slow waves thunder- The green curls over and the white falls under- Boom! Boom! Boom! On the bright sun -bright sand. There I 'd leave my ship and land, And climb the steep white sand. And climb the trees, The six dark trees, The coconut trees on the cliffs green crown- Hands and knees, To the coconut trees, Face to the cliff as the stones patter down, Up, Up, staggering, stumbling, Round the corner where the rock is crumbling, Round this shoulder , Over this boulder, Up to the top where the six trees stand..... And there would I rest, and lie, My chin in my hands and gaze At the dazzle of sand below, And the green waves curling slow, And the grey-blue distant haze Where the sea goes up to the sky... And I 'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sae: " Theres nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me." She whispers the last line with me as the nurse has come and taken away the tube, we finish the poem and she looks at me with her sad clear blue gaze and picks up the pen. She then writes the words ive so much been longing it hear from her; 'I love you Fox Mulder.' She looks up at me hopefully , I squeeze her hand and whisper back; " I love you too Dana Scully." She grins and squeezes my hand, then she sighs deeply and closes her eyes. Her hand grows limp again as she drifts back into her coma , to go to sleep, a tear slips from my eye , for I know that this time she will not be waking up again. beep.....beep.....beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeep. -------------------------------------------------------- --------- the end. -------------------------------------------------------- ------- By Nikki. * if you dont know what the 'beep ' at the end is, its the heart monitor . Okay people, hope you liked it , if you did send me a response ' cos I said so , and if you find it absolutely impossible not to send me flames , go on ahead ill just go to my corner and sulk. Thats all folks! IN MEMORIUM KATIE BENDER 13\7\97 REST IN PEACE