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Title: Alone in the Dark Summary: Scully thinks about the events of 'The End' Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic. Please be merciful!! Feedback is welcome at the above address. Good or Bad. I thought of this idea while washing up!! I wanted to do Scully's thoughts after 'The End'. Disclaimer: I wrote this great idea for a TV show about UFO's and FBI agents down. I sent it to a friend but it got lost in the post. I got a 'return to sender' on my envelope, but there was no letter inside. OK so of course I don't own The X-Files. They belong to 1013 and Fox and CC. Although I do wish I owned them but I'm afraid that doesn't count. The fissures were starting to show even before I could see them. I saw her in the briefing room. She was sat in the corner but I paid no attention because I didn't know her. I just sat back and let it happen. The cracks were showing as I sat there, oblivious to the fact that the person who was to rip us apart sat a few feet behind me. In hindsight, I should have begged him to stay away. But I didn't know, so I sat unaware of the danger. She crept in slowly but I was aware of her presence. They thought I didn't know, but I could sense them looking at each other in the car. I talked on, trying to fill the void in me with endless chatter. Gibson knew, but Mulder willed him not to tell. Instead, Mulder chose the path of silence that only she could follow. He could have been thinking about me, but only out of pity. I felt like screaming or maybe crying, but an outburst would have been inappropriate in front of her and Mulder. It would even have been inappropriate in front of me. How could he not tell me about her? I had to find out about her through the Lone Gunmen. The looks on their faces told me everything, but there was so much I didn't know. However, all was revealed when I saw them in the room. I ran from the moment that I wasn't supposed to see. I ran to the only haven I knew, work. The office was as much mine as it was Mulder's. I felt safe; none of it was hers. He followed, but only because of evidence. How ironic, after all these years he is turning to me for evidence within the paranormal. It did not last. A shell of the once vibrant Dana Scully was waiting for him. The spirit I had before her arrival had left me when I needed it most and I felt alone. I felt alone even in a room filled with people. Millions could have surrounded me but I still would have been alone because I didn't have Mulder. In my eyes, I could see six years being thrown to the wind by three days of her. My inner world came tumbling down while my outer one remained composed and calm. Only I could see myself cracking, he only had eyes for her. So I turned to Gibson, he offered me the comfort only a psychic 12-year-old can give. The Boy told me that I didn't care what anyone thought, but her. I could see the truth in the things he was telling me, I held the truth that I had been searching for in my hands but I didn't know what to do with it. She took it from me. In AD Skinner's office, she pulled me under. With precision, she ripped my theory apart. She was protecting The X-Files from the justice department, something that held her interest. The only interest she had in The X-Files department was Agent Mulder. My Mulder. I had worked hard to gain his trust. We built our friendship on his belief on the paranormal and my belief in science. I felt her pull all that away from under me. She took it from me. She was always there even when she wasn't in the room, mocking me through closed doors and thinking about him through open windows. I was alone; I had no one to turn to. She filled my conscious thoughts and my unconscious. I could feel her probing me for answers. She wanted to know about Mulder and me. Was romance part of our lives together? Were we sleeping together? She turned to Mulder for the answers; she received them in the moment I wasn't supposed to see. The life that I had worked hard to build within The X-Files lay ruined and I could do nothing to save it. I wanted to cry out with pain and anger. I felt humiliated, I felt violated. The only person I would have turned to had turned away from me. I am alone now. Sat in the darkness of the basement office we share. A folder is open on the desk. It is The X-File Mulder started on my after my abduction. A lone tear trickles down my cheek because it reminds me of happier times. Such caring went into the writing of the file, I know he still cares but I am sure it is different. Diana Fowley is the focus of his attention now. The lone tear turns into a cascade of tears. The darkness envelops me as I sit crying over my file. 'The End' How was it? Please give feedback. I love mail. Scully@cwcom.net 'I don't know too many scorpions who surf the Internet.' Agent Dana Scully-2SHY \
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