Story 113: "Fathoms Five" by Penumbra
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Fathoms Five was first nominated in September of last year by
scarletbaldy, and then again about a month ago by
antfarmponies. It's been suggested to me informally a couple of times, too. I had hesitated to post it for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that the subject matter is profoundly disturbing.
Yes, THAT IS A WARNING. Email or PM me if you need more specific information before reading this story.
But it's a major work, by a major writer. It's also her best work, in my humble opinion, and I hope we can do it justice. I don't want to say anything more specific for fear of giving away too much. As always, there will be spoilers in the comment threads.
Penumbra's planning to let her website go down soon (sob, I know, another one), so I'm also linking to her journal. Of course, the story is archived at Gossamer, too.
Again, this story contains disturbing material that might be triggering.
At her website, "Fathoms Five." EDIT: This version has a warning that is a spoiler.
And, at her journal: Part One, Part Two. EDIT: This version has no warning posted.
As always, leave feedback for the author, and then come back for discussion. Suggestions for next time may be left at the nomination post.
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Yes, THAT IS A WARNING. Email or PM me if you need more specific information before reading this story.
But it's a major work, by a major writer. It's also her best work, in my humble opinion, and I hope we can do it justice. I don't want to say anything more specific for fear of giving away too much. As always, there will be spoilers in the comment threads.
Penumbra's planning to let her website go down soon (sob, I know, another one), so I'm also linking to her journal. Of course, the story is archived at Gossamer, too.
Again, this story contains disturbing material that might be triggering.
At her website, "Fathoms Five." EDIT: This version has a warning that is a spoiler.
And, at her journal: Part One, Part Two. EDIT: This version has no warning posted.
As always, leave feedback for the author, and then come back for discussion. Suggestions for next time may be left at the nomination post.
Parting is all we know of heaven
Date: 2010-05-15 04:40 am (UTC)It was the ship she kept thinking of, trying to keep herself detached. It was the desolation of the miles and miles of ocean, and it was the emptiness of the ship, the dying ship, unpiloted, plunging on dead through the waters.
What a brilliant metaphor for the life Scully sees ahead for herself. Though gifted with everlasting life, Scully is dying spiritually and emotionally. She's in a kind of physical and psychic stasis that's made worse by the way she has withdrawn from the very things that make an ordinary life worth living. Her life now stretches endlessly before her and she feels adrift, shaken to her core by the certainty of what she had previously known but hadn't scientifically confirmed.
She's not alone in this, of course. I'm sure you all know someone who has lost a beloved family pet and refused to ever own another, to keep from grieving again. They want to try to shield themselves from life's inevitable losses, just as Scully does. It can't work. It doesn't work. All that happens is you rob yourself of the goodness life does offer.
"You tell me." William raised his Mulderish eyebrows, chewing. "You left your car in the road. I put it away for you."
"Everything's fine. We'll talk about it later," Scully said. She felt too exhausted to go on. She dispensed ice into a glass and poured lemonade over the crackling cubes. "Could you take this out to Dad, please?"
He took it from her hand, letting his warm fingers rest against hers, as if he could tell more about her that way.
"You know, I know you don't think we understand what it's like for you," he said. He put two cookies in his mouth at once.
"Will, please, not now," she said.
"But we're here, too, Mom," he said, chewing. "We're right here, right along side you. Think about it."
Scully gave him a bitter smile. That was the hardest thing to think about.
She's so focused on death that she is missing out on life.