Title: Goodbye
Author: Dana Quell
Rating: PG-13 (jsut some words)
Summary: It's always hard to say goodbye
Disclaimer:  Not mine, not mine, not mine.  Remember that, Chris Carter, 
they're yours until you wanna give 'em to me.
Author's Notes: Ok, the poem that's split up the whole story, that's 
MINE.  I don't mind you using it though, or any others you might find 
of mine.  And before you get all high and mighty on how vain it is to 
use your own poem in your story, let me just say one thing.  IT'S MY 
STORY I CAN DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT.  Just be glad I didn't kill them 
off this time.  :)  With that said, let me just say that I was looking 
for a really sad song to write this to, but being unable to find one, 
I had to look through my little booklet of poems.  And found several 
that worked.  As my friend Katrina Katz says, "your poems depress me".  
So this is for you, Katz.


Goodbye 
By Dana Quell

Look at me
Do I look like the same girl I was
Way back when, five years ago?

	After reading it, she couldn't remember where she had found it.  
She only knew that it was appropriate.

Do I look like that pathetic little
Misguided obnoxious naive bitch?

	It was a poem, not too long, not too short, with a subject 
matter that just drew her in.  She wasn't sure what condition had led 
this author to write it, but the condition of it seemed real enough to 
her.

No, no, no!
And why not?
	
	It was entitled "Goodbye", and was written by some obscure 
poet and author named Dana Quell.  What an odd name.  It was almost 
certainly a pen name.

Look at me
Then look at what I've been going through
All these empty years

	Whoever this Dana Quell was, she certainly had a talent that 
spoke to her.  It was as if the author had looked into her soul and 
wrote it down, as if to make it more tangible.  She had been through 
so much, and the poet had wrapped it up so nicely...

Fighting back my demons and
Holding onto anything for dear sanity

	... with a nice, bright bow.

I've left that place behind, I hope
I've left, I'm gone, outta there
That godsforsaken place, I"m gone
And you can't do shit about that

	Just that day, she had left her demons, the X-Files basement 
office, her hell for the last couple of years, for good and her 
partner had been unable to stop her...

No matter how much you want to

	... no matter how much he wanted to.

This goodbye is forever
Never mind about helloes
I've come and gone
And now you don't know me anymore

	Time had once again played tricks on her.  She hadn't wanted 
to leave him, especially not in the middle of his crusade for the Truth, 
but she had to.  For her own sake, for her sanity.  Time had changed 
her, and she wanted back what it had stolen.

I'm leaving, gone, goodbye
Say for me the same to all our friends
While I revisit all our old haunts

	So she had left.  She left him to search along for the Truth, 
to search for old family who wouldn't even recognize him, to search out 
the demons from the world and expel them.  While she went back to her 
memories.

Favorable times is long passed
Time goes by, and more here
Now it's time for me to leave
Never to enter again

	Thinking about it now, she could have ended it better.  But 
there was no easy way to tell him she was leaving, especially after all 
they'd been through together.

But I don't mind, because I want to anyway
So goodbye as I jump
Fall into the abyss
And another emerges to take my place

	It didn't matter anymore. She had ended it.  It was done.  And 
now she was sitting by herself in her apartment with only her memories 
and thoughts to comfort and depress her.  By next week, she'd probably 
be replaced by another agent the Consortium would try to control.  
Maybe they'd be successful.  But it didn't matter anymore.  She had 
said goodbye.

~*~
The End
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