Subject: FWD: Through Time III: No Death (1/2) by RocketMan From: Admin-XFC Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 18:45:36 -0700 This story is being forwarded to ATXC on behalf of the author from XFCreative. Please send comments via e-mail to For information about XFCreative, visit our website at http://www.slip.net/~takakin0/xfc.htm ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Title: Through Time III: No Death (1/2) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder are the property of CC and Fox. The past lives are mine. Warning: No death in this one. No bad things. This is for Gerry, who is sticking through them even though she doesn't like character death. Summary: M&S past lives meet again, but for joy this time. No Death (1/2) A.D. 122 Lugavalium, Britannia Cadhia Scolaighe Malcolm was trying to do the laundry when Dryw Malcolm snuck up behind her, making her drop his shirt back into the dirty water. He kissed her flush face and smiled at her frown. "Malcolm! You little-" But his next kiss caught her before she could finish and her fingers forgot the laundry and crept up behind his neck. When they broke apart, cadhia murmured and sighed. "You've got to get a job." she said and he saw there was more in her plea than the need for no distractions. But his exctement pushed away whatever perceptions he was picking up in her eyes. "I already did!" he laughed and her eyebrow shot up. But the relief was marked in her face, and he took her to the table beside the laundry tub and sat them both down. "Are you all right, Caddy?" he asked. She nodded. "Aye, what job?" "I'm helping build the wall." He rushed on when he saw the anxious look on her face. "I know it's not permanent, but-" "The wall? Hadrian's Wall?" The coldness in her eyes surprised him. "Uh aye......why?" "It's Roman!" she spat out, her face clouding. He sighed. This was a sensitive spot for her, ever since the Romans had crushed the British rebellion three years ago, killing her father and three brothers outside Eboracum. "Aye, but it's a wall! That's defense against the Caledonians." She wouldn't look at him and he hoped he hadn't ruined anything. "But Malcolm, they're Roman!" she hissed. "And they're helping us, Caddy! The Caledonians hate the Romans, but it's us that die when they attack. It was my mother and sister that died when the Romans weren't here for defense three years ago!" He stopped suddenly, not wanting to drive a wedge between them. "By building this wall, we're helping protect ourselves." She nodded and he could tell she still hadn't accepted it. "But I have a job, Caddy," he whispered, reaching out to her with his fingers. "That's all that matters." She turned to him, kissing his fingertips, and settled into him. "That's all that matters," she repeated and he got the same feeling from before that there was something more. "What's happeend Caddy?" he said softly, slipping his arms around her too thin waist. With his lack of a steady job, she had been sacrficing for him again, not eating as much as she needed to allow him to stay strong. Her ribs protruded and her eyes were sunken a bit. "Caddy, you've stopped eating again," he said reproachfully, but his heart was twisting inside. "Caddy please don't do that anymore." She turned. "I can't anymore," she said softly, needing to see his eyes. He was thoroughly confused. "I'm relieved you got a job. I didn't know how we'd make it, I -I . . . " "Oh Caddy, I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling her closer to him. "Malcolm, I'm carrying your child," she blurted out. He forze, his arms tensing and his chest going very hard. She tirned to face him, to see the look in his eyes. It was the only way to know for sure if he was okay with it. There was a silly grin on his face, and his lips swooped down to claim hers. It was hot and hard and when he drew back her face was flushed as it had been doing laundry. "My baby," he whispered, eyes brighter than the ocean is when the sun glares on it. "Malcolm, I know this isn't a good time, but I guess I didn't time it ri-" "Shut up, Caddy. I don't care. We're going to have a wee one running around." he said burying his face in her hair. She wrinkled her nose and sighed. "You're all sweaty Malcolm," she said. "That's okay, you don't mind." She laughed and he noticed it was lamost hysterical. Malcolm pulled away and encircled her waist. "It's going to be okay, Caddy. We'll make it. Now, I've got to go to work on the wall for the rest of the day. But tonight we'll do something special, for celebration." She smiled and sighed again. "Why don't you rest for the rest of the day?" he said earnestly. "The clothes can be done tomorrow, I'll help." "No, I-" "Please, Caddy. You haven't been eating. You need to keep up your strength." She regarded him carefully. "All right." she said softly. He smiled, scooping up her small body in his strong arms, and taking her to the bed. "There you go. Rest now, wee thing, because you'll no doubt need it tonight." His wicked littl egrin made her laugh and she amiled at him. His smile was lost in dreaminess, and a hand came up to caress her face, and smooth back her hair. She stilled under his minstrations, her eyes drooping, and he knew for sure she was exhausted. He sat beside her and stroked her hair, to put her to sleep faster. One hand he rested on her stomach, as if he could feel the small life within her. With his fingertips making small circles on her belly and his palm caressing her hair as a mother would a child, she began to fall asleep. he thought. She was asleep. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. end of part 1 adios Rocketman From takakin0@slip.net Thu Jul 24 21:46:43 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: FWD: Through Time: No Death (2/2) by RocketMan From: Admin-XFC Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 18:46:43 -0700 This story is being forwarded to ATXC on behalf of the author from XFCreative. Please send comments via e-mail to For information about XFCreative, visit our website at http://www.slip.net/~takakin0/xfc.htm ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Title: Through Time: No Death (2/2) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< see part one for other No Death (2/2) Malcolm was nervous, ready to screma or cry at any little thing. Caddy was in there, in the cottage made of peat and dirt, her pain being made known to the whole countryside. Childbirth was hell. He had to listen to her pain and know he had done it, and she had to go through it. The midwife said everything was going great, that the child would be healthy. It sounded like Caddy was being ripped to shreds. Then he heard it. A scream of a child coming into the cold air. HIs child, their child. Caddy's beautiful sigh of relief and then her laugh met his ears. Malcolm couldn't stay outside with the men anymore. He didn't care if he wasn't allowed in, he was going in anyway. He ran into their bedroom in time to see Caddy cradling a small blanketed thing. He stopped dead still, his breath taken away in shocked silence. Caddy looked directly at him and urged him forward with her eyes. They were light blue and staring intently at him as if she could seduce him with just her eyes. And she was doing a good job of it, too. He crept forward, suddenly shy and siddled up to the bed, peering at the bundle she held. Caddy titled it so he could see and leaned toward him. "You've got a boy, Malcolm," she whispered. There were tears in his eyes as he bent forward and kissed his son's new pink flesh. Then he kissed her, more passionately than he realized he could. Caddy smiled and caught her breath. "Shall we name him Dryw?" Malcolm made a face; his name meant wise fox in Gaelic and he hated it, after being constantly teased when he was a wee child. "Nay," he said. "How about Keefe?" The name was a sign of favor for a son, meaning love, promise and good looks. Caddy smiled; he hadn't seen her smile so much since he'd met her. She kissed wee Keefe, then the father. Malcolm blushed and pulled a piece of wood from his pocket, putting it in her hand. She looked at it curiously adn saw it was a carved fox with the most haunting eyes. They looked exactly like Malcolm's did when he was guilty about something. "Oh Malcolm,"she breathed. "It's beautiful." "I carved it for wee Keefe." he said, blushing a little more. "Oh that's precious Malcolm." she said and kissed his forehead. "Here, hold your son." He gasped as the child was placed in his arms. He felt like a sack of flour, soft and warm. The child was in his arms, like softness and warmth, like touching Caddy at night and he met her eyes, his own shocked and disbelieving. It felt like his arms were too bug for such a wee thing, and that he was shaking just a little too much to be good for him. "Will I hurt him?" "Nay, he'll love it." she said confidently. He nodded and paced around the room, showing his child all the things that had been ordianry and mundane, until his son came. He explained why the birds flew and why the water ran cold and clear, and he whispered in soothing tones, all the dreams he had for his son. Malcolm spent an hour discovering the world with his son, all from the small window in their room. WHen he turned back, Caddy was alseep, exhausted after labor and looking like a goddess with her beautiful red glod hair spilling around her face. She glowed with motherhood and he loathed to wake her, but Keefe was squirming, probably hungry. "Caddy?" he whispered, crawling into the bed. Sh emubled in her sleep and he kissed her nose. She woke at that, as she always did and reached for Keefe. The child's mouth found her breast and began to suckle, giving off a little sigh of contentment. Malcolm leaned close and his breath whispered across her bare chest until gooseflesh rippled. He kissed the exposed skin and took her hand in his. She was still clutching the fox. "I'll always be here, Caddy. For you, for wee Keefe. Always." he promised, kissing her hand. Her lips touched his and the heat in him boiled over. He stretched out beside her and took mother and child in his arms. She snuggled into him and kissed his ear. "Malcolm, I'll hold you to that." she said. He grinned and touched the soft skin of his son, Keefe Scolaighe Malcolm. "Be strong and courageous, wee one." He settled back to watch his Caddy nurse. End. for real adios and sorry again RocketMan