Grace Series II: Amazing Grace by XScout  


 Title: Amazing Grace
Author: XScout
Classification: VA
Rating: PG
Keywords: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Scully cradles an injured man in her arms, her voice bringing him 
comfort, as he has always brought her. 
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, if they were I would never allowed him to cut his 
hair. They're CC's and 10-13's, Fox's too. And not one of them stopped him from 
chopping off those marvelous locks. Damn it. 
Author’s Note: E-mail me. That wasn’t a request. XScout@hotmail.com 
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Amazing Grace 
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She wiped the sweat from his brow, her fingers trembling as they traced across 
his forehead. She felt the heat on her sensitive fingertips, the fine silkiness 
of the damp locks brushing his temples. He began to cough, a harsh wet sound 
that echoed in the darkness. She pulled him closer, her arms wrapped around his 
torso, his back resting against her stomach, his head pillowed on her chest. 
A few moments later and the coughing subsided, the strained wheezing of his 
breath replacing it. He shifted against her. "Scully?" 
His voice was soft, he hadn't strength for anything more than a whisper. She 
looked down at the top of his head, the bridge of his nose, the long legs 
stretched out in front of him, her own on either side. "Yes, Mulder?" 
He took a deep breath, his chest shuddering under her embrace, a fresh wetness 
welling up from underneath her arms. "Would you... sing to me?" 
She swallowed the lump in her throat, once again unable to stop the tears from 
escaping. She lifted one hand and ran it soothingly up and down his shoulder. 
"Of course I will." 
Even though she could not see his face, she knew he smiled. She made no remarks 
on how she was tone deaf, did not ask what he wanted to hear. They were trapped 
in this dark room, neither help nor escape possible. There was no one to hear 
her except him. There was no one except him that mattered. 
His breathing was slow and shallow, an almost relaxing rhythm to it. She closed 
her eyes, remembering her life with this man, what he had shown her, what she 
had learned from him. She parted her lips and began to sing, her voice filled 
with truth. 
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see." 
Hands enfolded her own. They were cold and yet their touch set her skin on fire, 
her pulse quickening. She could feel the thick warm liquid drip across their 
entwined fingers, the essence of life christening their grasp. 
He twisted his neck back so that he could look into her eyes, hazel orbs dark 
with emotion and pain. It was with him that she truly found meaning, felt that 
she was more than she had ever thought possible. 
"'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed." 
He coughed again, only once. But it was more from weakness then from a lack of 
need. His eyelids drooped lazily, his lips curling upwards slightly. She 
returned the smile with a sad one of her own. 
Through him she had discovered her hopes and dreams, vanquished her fears and 
realized her truth. She had come to believe in him. In herself. In them, as one. 

"Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come.
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home." 
The pressure against her chest lessened slightly as he lifted his head, bringing 
their clasped hands to his lips. Exhausted by the simple effort, he fell back 
into her embrace, his eyes again seeking her own. 
Through all her trials and tribulations he had been there. Guiding her to 
safety. He had brought her hope in times of despair, happiness in times of 
sorrow, and love in times of loneliness. With him she had found her soul. 
"When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Then when we've first begun.” 
Their love would last forever, long past the ends of time, coursing its way 
through the heavens. Something so pure and true that nothing could destroy it, 
lessen its strength. 
His grip tightened, his cold fingers sliding through her warm ones. He stared 
into her sea blue depths, smiling softly, and whispered, "Thank you." His eyes 
closed slowly, his body going limp in her arms. 
She bit her lip, not aware of the wetness on her cheeks, of the shaking of her 
body. She bent over and placed a kiss upon his forehead, cradling him against 
her as she rocked back and forth, her heartfelt voice filling the dark silence. 
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see." 
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Continued in In Good Graces