TITLE: Left In The Dark
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net
ARCHIVE: spooky's, gossamer, ephemeral.
CLASS: V, MSR, Scully/Other, character death.
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Mulder & Scully are the
creation of Chris Carter, X-files is owned by Chris Carter,
Fox, 1013 productions, etc, etc, I'm sure you all know the
drill by now! No money changes hands, it's just for fun!

The extracts from "Left In The Dark" by Meat Loaf is used
with love but without permission.


"You don't have to sneak in the door
It's been as still as a tomb
I've been lying in our bed in the dark all alone
And I've been waiting for you

There's been no reson to move
It's been as still as a tomb
I needed you oh so badly tonight
But I guess you had better things to do

I should have known it was coming to this
But I must have been blind
I bet you still got a trace of his love in your eyes
And you still got his eyes on your mind

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But don't tell me now
I don't need any answers tonight

I just need some love so turn out the light
And I'll be left in the dark again."

"Left in the Dark"
Meat Loaf.

LEFT IN THE DARK

She's late again.
I'm getting fed up with her excuses. Working late. At her mother's.
I've rung her mother's and she isn't there. She isn't at work either.

She's with him. I've no proof, but I know what's there she's been. I
should have seen it coming, when she wouldn't tell me anything about
him. She never talks about him. Never. If I even bring up his name,
she changes the subject, but not before I see the longing in her eyes.

Longing for him, even after all the anguish he's caused her.

I would kill him if he wasn't already dead.

She comes home around midnight. It's our anniversary, and where has
she been? With him. With a ghost! The bottle of whiskey I'd
opened has suddenly become empty. I hurl the glass at the fireplace,
feeling relief when I hear it shatter against the marble.

I see her jump at the noise, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness
I've waited in for so long.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" she asks, flicking on the light.

My eyes squint against the glare and I see her in her full mourning
glory. Black skirt, black blouse, black jacket. She looks like a
widow.

A beatiful widow.

His widow.

"I like the dark. Where have you been, Dana?"

"I was working late." It's a lie. It's always a lie. I have yet to
hear the truth from those perfect lips of hers. I wonder why I put
up with it. As she walks towards me and puts her arms on my shoulders,
I know why.

I love her. I want her. I've always wanted her.

"David," she sighs and leans against my shoulder. "You've been
drinking." She doesn't like me to drink, but how else can I cope? I
need something to numb the pain.

The pain of all her betrayals.

Like toinight, when she should have been here with me.

"You went to the grave, didn't you?" I accuse her in a whisper. She
pulls away from me and stands frozen in the centre of our living room.
A pale figure dressed in black, with eyes as blue and as cold as
sapphires. I shouldn't have said it. I shouldn't have mentioned it.

She likes to pretend, you see. She likes to pretend that he's still
alive. As long as she can pretend, she'll allow me to make love to
her, because she can pretend it's him.

I know she doesn't love me. I know she's only with me because I
resemble him a little. But I'm not him and I never will be. I don't
care, as long as I could have her. But now I've ruined the fantasy
by bringing up the fact of his death, the game is over. She will
leave me now. If only I'd kept my stupid mouth shut!

She's my wife in name and body. I could have her body any time I
wnated, but I could never have her heart or her soul.

She gave those away a long time ago.

To the dead man.

To Mulder.

END
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