Fade to black by Barbara  Barnett
Barbara462@aol.com
(just a very short vignette--had to write it after seeing FTF again)
Summary:  the wait in Mulder's hall for the ambulance to arrive.  A missing
scene from FTF

VA, G-rated
Disclaimer:  Not mine.  No profit.
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If I wasn't so godamned terrified right now, I'd be amused at the irony.  Five
years, Scully, and I never knew.  You're allergic to me.  My kiss anyway.  But
only on the lips.  Of course, intellectually, I know it's the bee and not me.
At least I hope so.  God, where's the fucking ambulance already.  Somehow I'd
managed, Scully to choke out the infomation to emergency services, keep that
cool control for the few seconds it took, anyway.  Remember that panic face?
Well I'm not makin' it now.  I'm way the Hell beyond panic.  Don't die.
Please, God, don't let her die.  Not here.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the siren.  Hang in there Scully.  I'm can't
seem to shut up somehow.  I feel this compelling need to keep talking to you.
Do you hear me?  Your hand is cold as I hold it in both my own.  It is so very
still-- like the rest of you.  I'm holding it now against my heart, the core
of our connection.  Please don't die, Scully.  We've a lot of unfinshed
business, you and I.  Too many promises spoken just now in silent declaration:
my heart to yours.

You look peaceful now.  More peaceful than I've seen you in a long time.
Somehow I'd mustered the presence of mind to drag that old Navajo Blanket out
here to wrap you.  At least it matches your beautiful hair.  Is this some sort
of perverse Sleeping Beauty, or what?  I thought the prince's kiss was
supposed to awaken the princess, not send her into anaphalactic shock.  Yes, I
know it was the bee sting.  But you couldn't have missed the irony, now could
you?

I haven't felt this helpless for a long time, Scully.  I feel this need to
keep talking to you.  I hope you don't mind.  That somehow by talking to you,
you are still here with me.  Don't leave me.  I was telling the ultimate truth
to you just a bit ago when I said I couldn't do this without you at my side.
Of course you thought I meant the work.  That, too.

You're so pale now, your breathing is shallow, coming in short puffs of air,
almost desperate.  Ssh.  Breath slow.  My left hand has found your forehead.
It, too, is too cold, despite my caresses.  The siren is closer now.  We're
nearly home free, Scully.  We're going to get through this, you and I.  I'll
be with you the whole way.  I hope you know that.  Screw the bureau, screw
Kurtzweil.  Damn them all to Hell for doing this to you.  To us.  Who am I
kidding, here, right?  I might as well damn myself right along with the rest
of the whole bunch of 'em.

No more, Scully.  That's a solemn vow I'm making to you now.  As soon as I
know you're out of the woods, and safe, Skinner will have my resignation too.
It over.  Please just don't leave me.  Not like this.  Oh, I'll
understand...Hell I'd wholeheartedly encourage you..if you want to get as far
from me as you can.  Go be a doctor Scully.  I'm poison.  Case in point.
Exclamation point, if it wasn't obvious now.  As for me...as long as I know
you safely inhabit the same earthly domain as I, I'll somehow manage.  But I'm
setting you free.  Just get up and fly, Scully.

My tears are covering your hand, making a mess of your suit cuffs, too.
Sorry.  I just can't seem to stop them....  Suddenly there are people
surrounding me, pushing me from your side.  I won't travel far, Scully.  I
promise.  Just hang on.  Keep breathing.  Just keep breathing.  Please.

"Excuse me, sir, you'll have to move out of the way."

"Sorry."  You'd be proud of me, Scully.  Rattling off those symptoms you
described.  Don't be afraid.  I'm right here.   I won't ditch you.  Not now.
Never again.

"You her husband, sir?"

"N..no.  Her partner. Where are you taking her?  I want to come with."

"Follow along.  You can't come in the van.  Sorry."

"No, you don't understand...I promised...."  I find myself running around to
the driver's side of the van.    I am frantic with worry.  That I've left you.
I tried.  I really did.  "Where are you taking her?"

In the distance another siren.  A moment of clarity.  The driver. Wh...!

***Fade to black***

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