Sent: Sunday, January 25, 1998 6:12 PM
Okay. Here's my second story. I hope everyone likes it. Feedback is appriciated (even flames). my e-mail is MizMulder@aol.com. Also, you can post this anywhere, but please tell me where you put it, and keep my name and the disclaimer with it. Thanx.
Title: What About Him?
Author: Cyndi K. ( MizMulder@aol.com )
Rating: PG - I'm not very good at rating things, so I'll say PG and let you decide for yourself
Classification: VA - I know, my first story was V/A, too. I guess I'm not very creative
Spoilers: none that I see
Summary: Scully contemplates a case, a song, and Mulder's suffering.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully aren't mine. They belong to the almighty Chris Carter, 10-13, and Fox. I am not making money off of this, so please don't sue me, k? Also, I'm really sorry, but I don't know who sings the song I used. I just hope to God that the singer of it doesn't decide to sue me. Please, I'm really sorry, whoever you are, but this song just described Mulder's life sooooo well.
Author's notes: I know a lot of people don't like stories with songs in them, but I really needed to write this. If you don't like song-stories, don't read this. Also, I know that I tend to skim through (or not even read) the lyrics written into the song-stories, so I'd just like to say, please read the lyrics. Even if you recognize the song, please read the lyrics. They're important to the story; they set the mood. Okay, that's it. Enjoy.
What About Him? By, Cyndi K.
Dana Scully pressed "*1" on her cell phone for the fifth time, but, once again, all she heard was the numbing "beep" of a busy signal. Mulder probably took his phone off the hook. All she wanted to do was comfort him, but he wouldn't let her. He was distancing himself.
The case they'd just closed had really hit home with Mulder. The kidnapping and murdering of five 8-year-old brunette girls had seriously disturbed Mulder. Scully knew the nightmares were back; she'd found the empty bottle of sleeping pills in Mulder's apartment. She wished there was something she could do for him, but knew there wasn't.
Scully found herself fingering the cross around her neck. She pulled hard on the chain, sucessfully breaking it. She looked at this simple gold cross in her hand, and threw it across the room in disgust.
"Why, God?" she cried outloud to the dark night sky, "Why Mulder? What has he ever done? Do you just overlook him? Did you forget about him? How could any God let a man suffer as much as Mulder has?"
Scully felt the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. She'd always had such faith in God, but now she wasn't so sure. Mulder had never done anything to deserve the pain and suffering he'd dealt with during his lifetime. Nobody deserved that.
Scully heard the radio she'd turned on earlier paying softly. She walked over to it and turned it up, needing some sort of release for her emotions. She recognized the song that was beginning, and sat on the couch, listening to the words.
"Well, there's a little boy waitin'
at the counter of a corner shop.
He's been waitin' down there,
waitin' half the day.
They never, ever see him
from the top.
He get's pushed around,
knocked to the ground.
He gets to his feet and he says,
' What about me?
It isn't fair.
I've had enough,
Now I want my share.
Can't you see?
I wanna live.
But you just take more than you give. '
"Well, there's a pretty girl sittin' at the counter of a corner shop. She's been sittin' back there, waitin' for a dream.
Dreams walk in and out.
They never stop.
Well, she's not too proud
to cry out loud.
She runs to the street
and she screams,
' What about me?
It isn't fair.
I've had enough
Now I want my share.
Can't you see?
I wanna live.
But you just take more than you give.'
"What about me?
Take a step back
and see the little people.
They might be young,
but their words,
They make the big people big.
So listen, as they whisper,
' What about me? '
"Now I'm standin on the corner
all the world's gone home.
Nobody's changed.
Nobody's been saved.
And I'm feeling cold and alone.
I guess I'm lucky. I smile alot.
But sometimes I wish for more.
And I'm gone.
What about me?
It isn't fair.
I've had enough,
Now I want my share.
Can't you see?
I wanna live.
But you just take more ...
What about me?!!
It isn't fair!
I've had enough,
Now I want my share!
Can't you see?
I wanna live.
But you just take more,
You just take more,
You just take more than you give. What about me?
What about me?
What about me?"
The song ended and Scully turned off the radio. She realized there were tears streaming down her face, and she quickly wiped them away.
She thought about the song, and realized why it had affected her. Mulder *was* the children in the song, sitting at the bench in the corner shop,getting kicked around, always screaming "What about me?", but with no one listening.
"I'm listening, Mulder." she whispered to the darkness.
Scully heard a soft knock at her door. She walked over and opened it. There in front of her stood Mulder, dressed all in black, his eyes red and his face streaked with the remnants of tears.
Looking at him, Scully felt her own tears coming back. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. She felt him begin to shake, and held him close and tight while he cried.
"I'm here, Mulder." Scully whispered in his ear. "I won't let God forget you."
The End
okay. that's it. feedback appreciated.MizMulder@aol.com
"The truth will save you, Scully. I think it will save both of us."
~~Fox Mulder "Momento Mori"
"The truth is all you need. It's all you live for and all you die for."
~~ my friend Kali, when we were talking about Mulder's quest for the Truth.