End Search II
Written by: Ghost Lady of
Disclaimer: Characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and Samantha Mulder are owned by the Fox, of 1013 and creator Chris Carter.
Spoilers: All the chapters referring to Samantha. Located in the seventh season before "All Things"
Summary: The most anticipated event becomes an irreparable tragedy.
Type: Much Angst and UST.
Note: For the preparation of this report, the episodes "Sein und Zeit" and "Closure" never existed.
started slowly filled the stage of a curious and murmurs Mulder, confined to his misfortune, not listening. He moved back and forth rhythmically, with the body of his sister stuck to himself, lost in a world apart.
The patrol cars and an ambulance approached the place startling the audience with the sound of their sirens, except to Mulder, who was still immersed in its dark isolation. Save Samantha's heart began to beat miraculously, he would not budge from there. Doing so would mean not seeing her anymore. Would not risk it.
Things happen for a reason. How many times had I heard that phrase? Probably thousands, but now I did not find any sense. What good reason could exist for return of his sister and is then snatched away again? In all the years spent serving his relentless pursuit.
"The God you believe my partner is being unfair and ruthless," he said in his tormented mind. I did not want the good for anyone, all this talk was a lie! For more than 25 years he suffered, and so far not been sympathetic to him, by contrast, had joined other tragedies on his back. And he could not continue to bear with them! We were eating and going to end it all traces of life survived in him, even radiating Scully.
Where was his little redhead? It had to come before the funeral cloak that covered his sister, wrapped him too, and will take the last bit of sanity that still remained.
"Scully Rescue me!" Cried inside.
A petite woman, red hair and dressed with suits and high heels, emerged from one of the cars and started walking between people cordoned off around the figure of the bereaved man sitting on the wet cement.
- Oh God - he muttered when he saw his teammate. He felt his eyes dimmed, but before his best friend, was a competent FBI agent, so painstakingly retained his tears.
sensed thus would face upon arrival, but never thought to meet a devastating scene. During the flight, he thought maybe I could come just in time to avoid a new crisis. Just got a call from the man, warning about the danger haunted his partner, did not stop arguments, he contacted his superior and together Walter Skinner boarded the first plane to Raleigh. A consortium of mercenary would prevent Mulder meet with his sister fatally shot executed from a hiding and then flee. It was, in short, what the mysterious individual was reported, but still harbored the hope that it was a hoax.
Reality extracted the air from his lungs, and broke his footsteps a few seconds what would he say? Any words out of his mouth would sound cold and impersonal. Undoubtedly, the situation would be different if you did not know him well, if only I were your partner work, the dark Mulder. She knew him well beyond the superficiality of his nickname, had broken his soul.
shared feelings, both had the power to take the place of another, and now his heart was his partner broke into a million pieces, their despair. He wished not to be possessed of this ability, it was too painful.
felt the comforting hand of her male boss over his shoulder, and finally dared to approach. Although not observe any change in behavior when crouched at his side, decided to speak:
- Mulder - said softly, without initiating physical contact with him yet, for fear of his reaction. Protected him from the rain with their umbrellas and continued trying to abstract of stunning. - It's me, Scully. Do you recognize me? Mulder, please answer me - His condition has not changed, and she began to sob with anguish. Maybe I would not return it that way dark and inhospitable.
Perhaps she had lost forever.
continued ...
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31/09/2004
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