Subject: NEW: Nothing Else Mattered (1/1) by Eileen S. Whipple
Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 14:13:43 -0700
From: "Eileen S. Whipple" 
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative

I didn't see this posted at all to the news group so I'll send it again.

Title: Nothing Else Mattered

Author: Eileen S. Whipple

Email: whipples@connect.ab.ca

Classification: VA, Mulder/Other

Rating: PG, just to be safe

Keywords: Pre-XF

Summary: "...no soul should be that dirty with guilt
          and misery."

Archive: Sure but keep my name and email addy attached,
and tell me where. I'll say yes, but I want to know where
to visit!

DISCLAIMER: Chris Carter owns X-Files, and I just borrowed
characters for a minute. He'll get everything back in one
piece. "Edge of Seventeen" belongs to Stevie Nicks, the
Goddess. I used it without permission but I did it no harm.
(Lyrics obtained from The Nicks Fix - http://www.nicksfix.com)

Author's Notes: This is a very experimental piece, and any
mistakes (such as lack of capitalized letters where they
should be, or tense change) are deliberate. This is a diary
entry, to be exact. This isn't a song fic, just a story
inspired by Stevie Nicks' song. And... SHIPPERS, WATCH OUT!
There. I warned you all! As you read, it's not who you think!

To my Desert Angel, Stephanie, who always pushes me to
finish things...

**********************
Nothing Else Mattered
by Eileen S. Whipple
November 22 - 24, 1999
**********************

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He was no more than a baby then
Well he seemed broken-hearted
something within him
From the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him all alone
On the edge of seventeen."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

August 5, 1978

He came running to me, running in the night. The midnight
sky lit by a large white moon. It was a pristine orb in the
starry sky, and he came to me... he wanted me to hold him.
I did without hesitation.

I met him in the tree house out back only after seeing his
tall shadow outside my window. He came running from his home

but always running from his demons, always so sad that it
made me ache inside. He didn't know it but I felt we were
kindred spirits. He was nearly seventeen, and I was younger,
but our families sometimes made us hurt inside.

He was alone in what he felt... he'd been the only one
there when his little sister was taken and he was the only
one blamed for not watching her and stopping it from happening
and protecting her.

he came to me in night's shade and I could see it in his
beautiful hazel eyes and his amazing rainbow soul. he was
sullied by the pain that consumed him and no soul should be
that dirty with guilt and misery.

I saw him creep across the backyard to the tall tree. My
cousins' old tree house was our meeting spot and I was
ready by the time he turned the flashlight on and off three
times fast, the beam flashing through my window. My robe
was within reach but I just climbed out of my room in the
long nightshirt I wore to bed.

the grass was cold and green and pointy as I jogged barefoot
to the tree. I reached the base and started up the ladder.
Something had to be up because he never usually came by
this late.

He was huddled in the corner, a knit blanket draped over his
shoulders. I climbed inside, cutting my knee as I crawled
across the wood floor.

He had his knees pulled up to his chest, face hidden in the
shadows. When he raised his head I saw the tears on his face.
Tears were part of his sensitive soul. Still, he rarely cried
in front of me.

"Bad dream?" I asked, inching to his side.

He nodded slowly and said, "Along with another fight with
my dad."

I put my arm around him and he immediately placed his head
on my shoulder so I held him close like a baby and didn't
mind when more tears stained my shirt or when he reached
out and gently touched my bloody knee.

Never had we been this close, and he didn't know my true
feelings for him. I love him, I wanted him to know I love
him, I wanted him to let me love him like someone as unique
and beautiful as he should be loved.

"People's feelings can go unnoticed by parents," I whispered.
"It's not that unusual."

"I try to be a good son but my parents always get mad
at me." I felt his hand grasping at my left hip -- he
was trying to hold me tight. "It's all because of what
happened to her."

"Samantha? That wasn't your fault." This had been eating
him up for nearly five years. That night I wished he could
go a day without the pain of the memory, without his mother
staring at a picture of her youngest child.

"You're the only one I can really talk to," he said into
my shoulder. "I'm going to miss you when your family leaves
the Vineyard."

He looked up at me and I looked down at him and I bowed my
head...

he kissed me, I kissed him and in the middle of all this
sadness, I felt happiness. As I slid my tongue over his
lower lip and he touched my bare thigh, I sensed he was
happy for the moment as well.

I knew Dad would've killed me if he found me alone with a
boy, especially this late at night. But that didn't matter.
Nothing outside the tree house mattered.

He pulled away from me, a look of fear in his eyes. "I've
lost people I loved but I can't ever lose you. We shouldn't
do anything."

"You can never lose anyone who lives in your heart," I said,
running my fingers through his soft brown hair. "Just rest
and maybe things will be better in the morning."

He curled up against me, his head resting in my lap, and I
smiled. "What if your dad finds us together?"

"Fox, don't worry. Nothing else matters now. You need to
sleep." I thought I'd be cold with bare legs but his body
was my heat.

He lifted his head and managed to pull me down beside him.
We were face to face and he pressed his hand against my side,
dangerously close to my breast. I wedged my foot between his
legs, and he said, "I love you, Missy."

I replied with a feathery kiss on his lips, and he fell
asleep. I was awake for a long while afterward, listening
to him breathe, touching his face, and I finally drifted off
after looping my arms around him, pulling his face to my
shoulder. His soul was warm, and the cold didn't bother me
at all.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I'm a shipper with an open mind, and
a shipper who likes Melissa Scully.
So, comments? Flames?
whipples@connect.ab.ca

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