Title - Thy Summer's Play - The Fragile (Part 9 
of ?)
Author - Lady Disdain
E-mail - The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Rating - G
Category - 
Description - Story, mytharc
Summary - The time is near...
Spoilers - seventh season finale (Requiem)
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Fox does 
and I'm just borrowing them. I most certainly do not 
own Nine Inch Nails. I am in no way making any money 
off of this. 
Author's notes: I realize that most people who read 
these stories do not even think of sending feedback 
but you can not begin to understand how important 
feedback is in the construction of a work. Also I am 
*trying* to answer some mythology questions and I 
apologize if I falter. I'm new to this fanfic thing.

ATTENTION: I'd also like to let people know ~**THIS 
IS A MANY PART STORY!**~ (Time Has Told Me is the 
first installment, A Place In The Cloud being the 
second and Way To Blue the third, Things Behind the 
Sun the forth, Home the fifth, Time Of No Reply the 
sixth, and Discovery Of Innocence the seventh) Due to 
me being insane these stories are not under the 
bridge title of "Thy Summer's Play" at ephemeral but 
with any luck they will be under that title at 
gossamer.
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Thy Summer's Play, Part 9
"Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing."
 - William Blake "Little Fly"
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The Fragile by Lady Disdain 
<The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com>

"she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless

fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away

i won't let you fall apart" 
- Nine Inch Nails "The Fragile" 

Mrs. Slevin shook her head as she put her red grading 
pen down. Samantha Scully was a very smart girl. At 
the age of seven she had already skipped a grade. In 
fact the principal had told Mrs. Slevin if Samantha's 
grades kept on skyrocketing they would have her 
tested and then send Samantha to a gifted school.

The third grade teacher looked down at the paper with 
a red 92 marked on the top. It was if Samantha had 
peaked at age seven. Julie knew the child reasonably 
well and that Samantha could easily solve these 
problems. There was no way Samantha could not know 
that 9 X 12 = 108. Yet Samantha put the answer down 
as 97. 

"Maybe the poor girl just doesn't want to stand out 
and have to leave the school." Julie thought. But 
that was impossible, Samantha had no way of knowing 
about the plans to move her up...
*****************************************************
Scully sat curled on the couch and listened to the 
light rain softly landing on the living room windows 
with a green blanket pulled over her. She had not 
been looking into the book in her lap for a few 
minutes now. The book was her father's old worn copy 
of "Moby Dick". Scully had read a passage which spoke 
to her. The passage was, "Ignorance is the parent of 
fear,"

Scully was scared for her child. She didn't 
understand the forces that gave Samantha her powers. 
She couldn't even begin to comprehend the reasons for 
Samantha possessing these powers. She knew they were 
running out of time. Something was going to happen 
and soon. The fact that Scully didn't know what 
scared her more than any monster she ever chased. 

As she stared across the room at her child. Samantha 
was wrapped up in a blanket sitting on the loveseat. 
The little girl had an odd reading choice for a third 
grader, Carl Sagan's "Contact". Samantha would read 
anything and everything that was put before her. It 
looked as though the child was determined to garner 
as much knowledge as possible by the age of eight. 
Because she was. Samantha was a quiet reserved child, 
other children in her place would be shouting to the 
heavens or anyone who would listen all that they 
knew. Yet Samantha kept it all in. Samantha didn't 
want to draw attention to herself because she would 
be gone before people could remember...Scully 
shuddered at that thought.

All of a sudden Samantha got up and walked into the 
kitchen, her socked feet skidding alittle along the 
wood floor. Any other mother might assume that their 
child was getting a drink of water or a snack but 
Scully knew better.

The phone had time to ring only once before Samantha 
answered it, "Hi Grandma."

Maggie Scully always assumed that Samantha just 
looked at the caller id and happened to be by the 
phone. She stubbornly refused to think otherwise...
*****************************************************
As Samantha sat huddled under the covers of her bed 
with her flashlight in hand she stared at the last 
sentence of chapter fourteen of "Contact". Palmer 
Joss had just asked Ellie his final question, "What 
is there in the precepts of science that keeps a 
scientist from doing evil?"

Samantha fingered her necklace, a heart shaped locket 
with a picture of the Madonna in it which her mother 
had given it to her for her fifth bithrday. Samantha 
bit her lip in concentration. She supposed that there 
would have to be a scientist's code of ethics 
somewhere. After all doctors had their oath, why not 
scientists? But if there was no code then humanity 
would have to solely rely on the scientist's own morals
and ethics. What if the scientist had no sense of 
morals? Why,the whole world would be at their mercy!

Samantha shuddered inwardly at that thought before 
she turned off the flashlight. She wrapped the 
comforter tightly around her small frame as she laid 
down. But she did not sleep. Instead the young girl 
stared out her bedroom window and into the stars as 
she thought of extreme possibilities...
*****************************************************
Mulder slowly paced the alien's replica of his 
apartment, they promised that today he would see her. 
His days seemed to be only full of explanations 
rather than experiences. But today he would see her. 

He turned as he heard his aparement door open.

He immediately recognized Rose's small frame, she 
gestured for him to follow her into the hall.

As they walked down the hallway of what appeared to 
be a Ramada inn, Rose took a deep breath before she 
began, "Mulder, there's something we need to tell you 
before you see her..."

Mulder hung his head, he should have known, every 
time he thought he was close to finding her there 
would be the invitable string attachted...

Rose tucked a stray blonde hair away, "By the time we 
got to her, well, the physcological damage was 
done..." She stopped by door number 20, "There's no 
way to tell how she'll react to you."

He grimly murmured, "Only one way to find out." as 
Rose opened the door.

The room was bright white and the walls and floor was 
padded. It looked exactly like phsyc ward they held 
him in when he was in the asylum.

He almost overlooked her. She sat in the right corner 
of the room with her arms wrapped tightly around her 
knees as she slowly rocked back in forth. He stared 
at her for what felt like hours. When he finally 
summoned the courage to walk over to the right 
corner, every step seemed like a mile.

She had her back turned to him and didn't seem to 
notice that door had been opened and someone had come 
in. He knelt down next to her and put his hand on her 
shoulder lightly brushing her long brown hair.

She whirled around nearly knocking him over, her wild
brown eyes searching his face. Slowly a light creeped
upon her pale face as she began to remember. The 
recognition registered on her lined face as she pulled
her arms around him.

He cried tears of joy as he said her name, 
"Samantha." 

Suddenly she pulled away and Mulder held his breath 
when he realized she was trying to speak, slowly she 
hoarsely said, "This...is not...the end, 
Fox...Only...the beginning...You must...let her 
go...she has...to go..."

And before his eyes the light drained from her face, 
her bright eyes went dull and her arms were once 
again wrapped around her legs. She had served her 
purpose and the job was done. Her brother sat on the 
floor and cried next to her unresponsive rocking 
frame.
*****************************************************
Dana Scully smiled at her nephew as ran by her, noise 
maker clutched tightly in his grubby little fist. The 
wonders of orange soda at work. Samantha was curled 
in her grandmother's lap as they watched the 
countdown in Bill's basement.

Scully couldn't have refused Bill's invitation to his 
New Year's Eve party. What could she have said, 
"Sorry Bill, I'll have to pass because I have this 
inexplicable feeling that my daughter and I are going 
to visit her father along with some aliens."

Everyone cheered and twirled their noise makers when 
the ball dropped. Champagne glasses clinked as the 
Scully family and friends celebrated the coming of 
the year 2009.

Samantha whispered something in Maggie's Scully and 
straightened her party dress as she stood up. 
Samantha slowly wandered over to the corner where her 
mother was standing and put a cold hand on Scully's 
arm. 

Samantha looked up into her mothers eyes, her own 
mirror image blues eyes widening as she softly spoke, 
"Mom, its time."

"she reads the minds of all the people as they pass 
her by
hoping someone can see
if i could fix myself i'd -
but it's too late for me

i won't let you fall apart
we'll find the perfect place to go where we can run 
and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other 
side
....but they keep waiting
....and picking..

it's something i have to do
i was there, too
before everything else 
i was like you"
- Nine Inch Nails "The Fragile"
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It's my birthday (seriously it is) and the best present
ever would be feedback. :-) 
The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com




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