Title: Rage, Rage (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. They are the property
of CC, 1013, and Fox, all of whom I would like to kiss for the wonderful
season so far.
Notes: This is one of those 'Scully in the forest at night and thinking'
stories but I promise it's good.
SPOILER--DETOUR!!!!

Rage, Rage 

"Do not go gentle into that good night . . . Rage, rage against the
dying of the light."
          --Dylan Thomas

I can't believe we're stuck out here in this ancient forest all alone,
with two of our party missing, probably dead, and those things with the
red eyes and shifting bodies are here with us.
What the hell were we thinking?
No, wait, Mulder never thinks about things like that.
So what was I thinking, letting him do this?
I can't believe him......
Oh, God, please don't let this be the death I beat death for......
Mulder is heavy and quite asleep and way too heavy for my legs to
support, and what was I thinking?
"I don't want to wrestle..."
Oh, those words from that mouth in that way . . . I could have slapped
him . . . or kissed him.
A noise.
What's that? Does it hunt in the dark? Will it hunt when it can't
determine the leader anymore? Or does it really care by this time?
I think there are two of them, to split us up like that . . . what was I
thinking? Letting it split us up, and as soon as I was alone I call for
Mulder . . . how stupid and infantile is that?
I'm shivering, cold at the top of my body and nice and hot where his
meets mine.
Nice and hot.
Jeremiah was a bull frog........ I need to think of something else
before I go completely crazy staring into the dark and waiting for red
eyes to leap out at me or even just waiting for Mulder . . .
How does that song go?
If I were the king of the world.
A bit of drum...
I tell you what I'd do..
I'd.....oh, crap, why'd I pick that song.....?
"Make sweet love to you."
It comes out in a whisper, but it holds such boundless truth that I
can't help but shiver again anf hope Mulder is truly asleep.
It's so dark . . . and cold. The trees are cold and menancing with their
twisting branches and stark shapes in the dark.
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
How true that is now. Did Thomas ever get stuck out in the woods with a
person he cared for more than life and a red eyed demon monster?
Marlow said the red eyed demon was action, bad action, but that it was
better than no action at all.
Are we being stupid to sit here and do nothing?
We are letting ourselves slip quietly into this not-so-'good' night.
"Rage, rage . . ."
Where is the rage needed to fight this off?
Mulder murmurs and shifts, making my legs twist under him and my stomach
twist as well.
The night is slipping by, the red eyed monster does not come for us
tonight.
I sigh.
Mulder shifts.
He's going to be all right.
"Rage, rage against the dying . . . and I'd make sweet love to you."
"Scully?"
My heart flips, twists and knots up into hard lumps.
"Go back to sleep Mulder."
"You stopped singing." he murmurs, still half asleep.
"Shh. Go back to sleep."
His eyes flutter, a sign that he's coming to consciousness.
"If I were the king of the world..."
He slips back.
Probably a defense mechanism, probably for the best.
"I'd make sweet love to you, singing, joy to the world . . ."
He's back asleep.
The night is dark and alone again.
I'm raging, though.
I'm raging.

end
adios
RM