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One Breath: As I'm Sailing Toward You
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Rated: All right for general assortment of readers.
 
Category: MA, UST, Scully POV
 
Spoiler: One Breath
 
Summary: A poem that could easily be the thoughts of Scully
as she fights past the after effects of her abduction.
 
Archive:  It is already at Gossamer.  I you want it, please ask.
 
Feedback: Yes, please.
 
Disclaimers: Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios
own the rights to Sculy and Mulder, the X-Files, and their
original stories. I intend no copyright infringement and make
no money from any fanfiction I write.
 
Preamble: What if Scully knew that Mulder was by her side as
she was lying in the coma, off of the respirator and hovering
between life and death? Maybe she did know. (Some people claim
there is an awareness in comatose patients). If Dana Scully
were a poet, what words would she want Mulder to read while
watching over her? What if an angel had given him that poem?
Perhaps Nurse Owens?
 
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center,
Washington, D.C.
 
Take my hand and hold it forever
For I feel I can't bear the thought
Of falling away to a place I know
You can never follow me.
Take my love and feel it's depth
And the intensity of it's hues
You pray for me by the bedside dark
We have never been so close.
Take my love and see it clearly
Since I cannot speak it right now.
I want to see you when I open my eyes,
And have you holding me.
Bring your warmth and give me your fervor.
For the life I have often seen
Is a life I want to return to soon.
And you'll be the one I'll thank.
Take my blame and give me forgiveness,
If ever I lash out at you.
You never gave me that horrible voyage.
It was they who punished me.
Please don't cry, as I'm sailing toward you!
True, I know, you think I'm dying.
I'm coming back to the one I'm seeing
Standing with my Mom ashore.
 
                                           ~~~
Hope you like reading this as much as I liked
writing it. I felt a poem coming on and had to
follow my heart. 

 

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