Title- Lost Soul

Author- Meaghan McScully

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Spoilers- VERY slight Within/Without, Per 
Manum.. if you haven't seen them, it'll 
go right over your head, so don't worry.

Rating- PG-13

Category- V, A, DSF, MSR, CD

Keywords- Angst, strong Doggett/Scully 
friendship, character death, Mulder/Scully 
Romance

Summary- She doesn't know if she could 
handle the loss of another partner.  

Disclaimer-  I don't own 'em or get money 
from 'em.

Thanks- Always, always, ALWAYS to the 
best betas anyone could ever have- Rotem 
and Meg, who kick alien ass.  :)  Love 
you guys!  You're the best.  :)  And to 
Meg for acutally understanding the 
meaningless dribble that comes out of my 
mouth very often.. :)

Author's Notes- At end.


~~~
1013 Hunt Rd.
Murch, Ohio
11:26 PM

"Agent Doggett?  Doggett, can you hear 
me?"  Her voice is franctic as she rips 
his shirt open to get to the gushing 
gunshot wound.  A small gutteral sound 
is her only reply.  "Good, that's good 
Doggett."  

She tries to detach herself from what is 
actually going on, but can't.  This is 
her partner, she realises slowly.  Not 
Mulder, but still her partner.  She 
doesn't know if she could handle the loss 
of another partner.  

"Doggett.. John, I've got to see if 
there's an exit wound.  I have to roll 
you onto you side for a few seconds, 
alright?"  She tries to move him as 
smoothly and as quickly as possible, 
knowing that the pain is weakening him.  
She is worried upon finding that the 
bullet is still inside his body, lodged 
in bone, or worse, and organ.  

She responds to his grunts of pain, 
moving to gently pillow his torso in her 
lap.  "I know, I know, I'm sorry."  
Meaningless words to a man who has none.  
His breathing is labored now, a thin 
layer of frothy blood is covering his 
lips.  She whispers nonsense into his 
ear, hoping that her voice is giving him 
some comfort, some solace as he drifts 
towards his fate.  She tells him to hold 
on, that the ambulance is coming.  She 
begs him not to leave her because she 
needs someone to help her find her 
soulmate.  

A single tear runs down her face and 
gently falls onto his cheek as she tells 
him that she will mourn him not only as a 
colleague, but as a friend.  And as his 
chest rises and falls one last time, the 
sky opened up, the heavens weeping for a 
lost soul.

~~~

Fin.



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