*Spoiler Alert!* I couldn't really tell ya...
Disclaimer:  I DON'T OWN 'EM.  I DON'T!  And anyway, if they
sued me, it'd just prove that they like to read our stuff anyway.  HA.
And on top of that, you'd get nowt, coz I'm SKINT.
Rating: PG?  I dunno.
Classification:V, Mulder angst, MSR of sorts
Summary:  My version of the summer dare - write a story about Mulder
deciding to wear Scully's cross when she vanishes.  Hails' had an original
name, I went super-cheato and ripped off DD's new movie.  It's nothing
to do with the plot of his film, the title was just suitable!  I'M AN
INNOCENT CHILD!
Noromos and Naxis - get out or regret it forever.  Don't bother to
flame me - you shouldn't *be* here!

Return To Me by Red.
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I stand in my apartment as I do every night, have done for so many nights, too many nights.

Alone.
Gazing out of my window, across the darkened city lights, beyond.  Past the horizon line.
Looking for you.

The sky is dark, hiding itself from me - hiding you from me.
Hiding my heart from me.

Clouds have gathered around my very being.  I am cold.  So cold, without you.  The flame of your hair, of your passion, of your self.
An icy hand is clutching itself around my heart, freezing it, cryogenetics, I realise ruefully.
Waiting for you to return to me, for my heart to be unfrozen for you only.

A deep rumble in the distance, mimicked a trembling inside of me, supressed fears and unhappiness and despair.  The sky is all at once illuminated by a brilliant streak of light, tearing across the sky, tearing across me.
And as it begins to rain, tears fall from my own eyes, the first time, I had promised myself no tears, but I can't hold them in...
I cry for you and with you and without you, wherever you are.
Your essence is haunting me every waking hour, I am never sleeping, to be with you.  To feel all I have left of you surrounding me, a veil of comfort, threatening to deceive and destroy me only because of its own lack of existence.
Where are you?
The storm increases in tempo, forcing violent cries of rage from deep inside my soul, pushing them past my lips in a blaze of pure energy, striking, destroying.
My heart, suffocated by clouds, collapses.
I collapse, too, slumping down to the ground in a pool of despair.
I fumble in the heavy, eerie light for something to hold onto, to hold me steady as I depart from the world to the twilight of misery, and gasp as cold metal burns my limply seeking fingers... your cross.
You.
The only thing I have left of you other than the pain.
I take it into my hands and cradle it, stare at it through damp-lidded eyes, and resignedly bring it up to my throat, fastened...
As I feel it settle into my chest, I feel some sort of peace... you're with me, somewhere, somehow.
My tears slide down my cheeks, my neck, onto the cross, onto you.
My talisman, my life.
Save me.
Protect me from the storm.

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