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|    [all-xf] NEW FIC : Echoes Epilogue (now     |
|    23 Apr 08 21:46:25    |
      From: k.morse@ntlworld.com              Echoes - Epilogue Complete.                            "I....I can't do this Mulder.."              "Yes...yes you can.... go for it."              "I... don't know if I can.."              "Yes you must... we don't have a choice ...       It's okay ...I'll be alive....with you...I       can deal with the rest...." he gulped       down his own tears and the sickening dread       that gripped his heart. "..later.... Scully       please."              His partner leaned down and kissed him,       awkward and strange because he was       upside down facing her. He felt her       warm lips against the wet chilled skin       of his throat, her fingers stroking his cheek,       and he was buoyed by her courage when she       whispered "Okay," against his ear, no more       than a quiet shaky breath.              "I love you Mulder," her fingers smoothed       the clumps of drenched hair out of his eyes,       then travelled down his cheek and wiped       moisture and blood from his lips where he       must have bitten them. She crushed his body       against her for what seemed a long time but       in reality was just a few beats.Not wanting       to relinquish that precious contact with       him.              There was a roaring in his ears now, like       bees on the warpath and his head was the       hive. An unrelenting noise that twisted into       an almost faraway lilting voice, transporting       him into the abyss, pulling him down further       as he watched her eyes bleed water all over       Echoes - Epilogue       (Disclaimer in part one.)                     Undetermined time later.       Sand dunes near the Giants Causeway. NI.              Damp and cold to the bone Katherine sat       dazed in a sandy dune. Ears still       deafened she remained there for a while,       unable to think or feel, or see anything.       Her head hurt and for a few moments it       was hard to remember who she was.       Getting up she thought she should be       somewhere... The storm ....yes the       storm....Dana, Mulder.. "Oh god....No!"              She ran, despite her gammy legs she ran,       not really knowing where she was or going       but she had this voice in her head familiar       and compelling so she followed where it       sent her. The air was electric like the       storm had charged everything around her       heightening her energy and purpose to find       them. The waves and the wind still mocked       her but she ignored them. It seemed like       hours since she had been running but her       breath carried her on, wind at her heels       and sloshing of wet sand soaking her       stocking clad legs. When she could go       no further her steps faltered and she       stopped, gasping. There was something       moving up ahead... but sometime during       ...whatever this was, she had lost her       glasses and her vision was blurred. Never       did get that laser surgery did ya Katherine,       damm it to hell, her conscience mocked her.       But It looked like.... No it couldn't be....                     "Merlin." The dog saw her and came       bounding over to her, he was wet and       sandy and wouldn't keep still as he       licked her all over, practically       shaking with euphoria at finding his       mistress.              She bent down and ruffled the dog's wet       fur hugging him to her while tears       streamed down her face. Her poor niece       and her man were probably dead, there       was no way they could have survived all       that, it was happening again, it had       taken them too....just like Ned... like...       Corwen.... and the tears flowed anew at       the thought of them...              Her partner and only Son.              Lost here so many years ago... claimed       by this coast's unforgiving, indiscriminate       wrath.... She only sought to understand....       Now they had robbed her of her Dana and Fox       as well. How could she ever tell Maggie, that       her only surviving child had lost her life       trying to save the man she loved ... just as       she had lost her loved ones all those years       ago?              Merlin started to bark, pulling away       from her before she could stop him       leaving, her arms empty just holding       fresh air. Katherine climbed unsteadily       onto feet made weak with grief and       followed him; he was going like       lighting up the beach towards what       looked like the area of the causeway...       But the landscape was different somehow;       like she'd been transported to another       place entirely.              Chunks of rock strewn out across the       beach like discarded toy blocks thrown       by an angry child. Deep fissures in the       sand opened up like greedy mouths       swallowing smaller rocks and drifting       sand kicked up by the wind rising in       great swirls like apparitions skimming       over the shore.              Hexagonal clusters of basalt indigenous       to the famous causeway lay scattered       and tilted in the sand but when she       rounded the edge of the long beach where       the cliffs had been, there was nothing there.              .....A large gaping maw of cliff had vanished       and the pillars of rock that once stood like       organ pipes so tall and impressive had gone...       scooped out like a vertical crater as if       something had tunnelled through it and       blown it apart on impact.              She bowed her head, tasting fresh tears,       wishing it had blown her apart as well,       the guilt and grief threatened to overwhelm       her but then she felt something soft and wet       against her hand. Merlin barked again and       tried to pull her coat sleeve....              "No, not now boy.... I'm sorry, can't play with       you now....please.." But the dog was insistent       and kept tugging before finally breaking away       again, seeing that he had his owner's       attention and scampered off up the beach a       few feet ahead towards an outcrop of rocks       sticking up from the sand.... no they weren't       rocks...              "Oh my ...."              The dog jumped around in excited abandon       finally able to show his mistress his find,       circling and barking. Something was moving.       Despite advancing age and fatigue, Katherine       ran the rest of the way.              "One, one thousand, two one thousand...three.."       A breathless, Dana Scully had been so intent       performing heart massage on her partner's       lifeless body that she never heard her aunt       approach until she felt a warm hand rest on her       back. Looking up startled, she saw the       unspoken question in the old lady's eyes       and nodded acquiescence. Wordlessly they       slipped into sync working on the badly       injured agent. Katherine doing chest       compressions and her niece with her mouth       fused to her partner's blue lips forcing       life giving breath into his lungs. Swirling       sand and wind whipping around the trio as       they worked with a single purpose to do the       seemingly impossible.              When he coughed finally, his body physically       lurching off the sand in his, lover's arms       they both cried, Scully hugging her partner       to her tightly and pressing her lips against       his forehead. "It's okay Mulder, it's alright       ... you're going to be fine. Breathe... Keep       breathing ..just..we can work out what       happened later...but for now ...."               " A chuisle mo chroi," Katherine whispered       softly, touching Mulder's face as he opened       two sand crusted eyes to meet her beautiful       smile and his Scully's.              Carefully they rolled him into the recovery       possition mindlful of his managled legs and       doubtless other injuries. Mulder's coughed       quickly turned to vomiting and a seeming       endless slough of gritty sea water pooled              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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