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Title: Because You Loved Me Summary: After Mulder's death, Scully discovers her true feelings for him and decides whether she can survive without him or not. It might help if you know a little french, but I've put a translation in anyway. I also included a little fairy tale at the end about the pain and suffering of being an X-Phile, and even worse... argh.. a Relationshipper! gasp_. I didn't intend to make anyone cry, but I did myself when I read it. Since the episode Gethsemane, kleenex shares must be going up and up... This is the first piece of fanfic I wrote, and if it is really terrible, please forgive me. WARNING: Mulder is dead in this story, (To begin with) but there is a happy ending. Also, do not flame me about spelling mistakes, because I don't use American English, so certain words will be spelt differently. "The truth will save you, Scully, it will save both of us." Mulder, Memento Mori "Do you ever wish things were different, Scully? With us?"
"And then you were gone, and there was only darkness. The light that you owned, refused to shine on." Scully knelt down to touch the petals of the rose she had just laid on the snow. Tiny beads of moisture from the rose fell as she stroked the flower, matching the drops falling from her own face. "I miss your light. Everyone thought you were such a dark person. But you shone more than anyone. Your strength shone out. Your courage. Your spirit. Your love." More tears fell, blurring her vision, and choking her words. She traced the simple insciption with her trembling fingers, pausing at the name. Fox William Mulder
"Agent Scully, I respect your choice, but we will sorely miss you. The Bureau needs more Agents like you in it." Skinner removed his glasses to look at Scully, who was twisting a ring on her finger awkwardy. "Sir, I...." "I understand, Agent Scully, and don't feel like you owe anyone anything, just do what you think is right. But we will miss you." Scully suddenly found she couldn't speak. There was a lump in her throat, and her eyes welled up. "Thank you, sir," she said, before getting up and leaving his office. Once outside, Scully automatically headed for the elevators. She stopped herself just in time, and turned around. She didn't work in the basement office anymore. Should I go down there? Just to have another look? It might help... Scully thought about going down to the basement. It might be the last time she could see the place where she and Mulder had worked. Yes, I will go down. She got into the elevator, and pressed the basement button. She was not amused to see 'Residence of Mr and Mrs Spooky' scratched underneath the label. She was sick and tired of all the Mr and Mrs Spookey jokes she had encountered during her time in the X-Files. She got out of the elevator and walked down the two flights of stairs to their former office. The name plate was gone from the door, and the door was locked. I still have the key... she thought, and used it to open the door. She stepped inside. The desk was still there, and the filing cabinets. Her 'new' desk had been pushed into the corner, up against the wall. The 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' poster was gone, she had kept it, but one of the face on Mars photo's was crumpled on the desk. All the other photo's were gone. All that was left on the once over crowded notice board was Mulder's swimsuit calender, and several push-pins. She walked over to the filing cabinets, and tried to open the drawer. It was locked too, but she had the key. She opened the drawer, and was faintly suprised to see that all the X-Files were still in there. Then she saw Mulder's file. It was behind two others, and Scully had no recollection of putting it there. Must have been during my 'numb' phase... She was touched to see which two files Mulder had placed at the front. Hers and Samantha's. Scully took Mulder's file out of the drawer, and sitting at his deak, she began to read it. ... Special Agent Fox William Mulder, died on the 28th September, 1999, aged 36....... found his body, with fourth and fifth degree burns,... God, I know how terrified he was of fire... belongings to 1) Elizabeth Mulder, his mother 2)Dana Scully, his colleague....... unexplainable fire contained within a radius of only 2 meters... Scully put down the file, unable to read any more. Inside a plastic bag was his reading glasses .. he looked so sexy in those... His FBI I. D. Oh my god, it's so burnt and melted... and his keys. Scully took out the keys, and stared at them before putting them in her pocket. One of the keys was the key to her apartment. She noted with amusemant that he had put on the key ring she had given him at Christmas. It was a little Marvin the Martian one and had given cause for much amusement. She left the office, but not before noticing that they had moved the photo copier back in here. Somethings never change.
When she was back on the second floor, Scully felt an over whelming urge to lash out at everyone who passed her in the corridors. Everyone who was alive, who wasn't sad, who didn't suffer the loss she felt. "I am so sorry, Agent Scully, I know you were close to Agent Mulder," said a blond haired agent Scully could only remember because she had made a snide 'Mr and Mrs Spooky' comment at a bureau award ceremony. Scully just nodded her head stiffly, and looked over the green towards where a woman was sobbing. Scully felt a vague feeling of sorrow for this woman, as she obviousy had no-one to help her through this time. It was the deepest emotion Scully had felt for the past week. She knew Mulder was dead, but she couldn't feel anything, because she was dead too. Emotionally. She could see Skinner on the other side off the grave, standing stiffly at his wifes side. Scully felt a hand on her arm, and saw her mother looking at her. Scully returned her eyes to the coffin, slowly being lowered into the grave. Her mother was crying, but Scully couldn't remember why. It was easier to just let her mind be blank, and not feel anything. "Agent Scully? Are you alright?" someone asked. she didn't recognise the voice. Why am I here? she asked herself. Who had died? Scully looked around her. It was obviously an FBI agent, but then why was her mother here? "Dana? Dana, its alright..." Where was Mulder? He should be here if she was... He was probably late. Then she remembered, and the pain returned.... Scully forced a calm expression onto her face,and went into the ladies restroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked like hell. She hadn't eaten a proper meal for four months, and she hadn't slept at all. Scully washed her face, and automatically reapplied lipstick and mascara. Suddenly the words of a song came into her head, which mirrored exactly how she was feeling. Every step I take, Every move I make, Every single day, Every time I pray, I'll be missing you. Thinking of the day, When you went away, What a life to take, What a bond to break, I'll be missing you. One bright morning, When this life is over, I know, I'll see your face, Every step I take , Every move I make, I'll be missing you. She looked at herself again in the mirror, and gasped. Mulder stood behind her, smiling. She whirled around, and saw nothing. Only a vision. A dream. Slowly, Scully backed up to the wall, pressing against it, then slid down it, sobbing, until she rested on the floor.
The flame from the candles fluttered as Scully closed the door of her bedroom. She looked and acted calm as she sat down on the floor in front of a small table in her living room,placing an expensive bottle of wine on the table in front off her. On the table were some things which meant a lot to her. Several small scented candles(belonging to Melissa), keys(Mulder's) a very battered copy of Moby Dick (her father's), three envelopes and a photo of her and Mulder. Scully picked up the photo, smiling at the memory. It showed Mulder with one arm aroud her, the other pointing at something. He was smiling, and his hair was ruffled. She was laughing and looking at the thing he was pointing to. His gaze was on her. She could see the love in his eyes, the silent strength. Those beautiful green eyes. The ones which she had often gazed into deeply, they were like pools of sea water, deep deep green, which sometimes merged into hazel, sometimes, rarely, into black. Usually when he was very angry, or very sad. Scully put down the photo, propping it up against one of the candles, and removed the cork from the bottle. The soft pop sounded loud in the silent apartment. She poured out a half glass of wine, which glowed burgundy in the candle light. "See, I'm very organised, Mulder," she said to the photo. "I'm not crying, or panicking. I know what I'm doing is right." The candle flames dipped and fluttered as she moved, sending shadows across her dark apartment. "I left a note for Mom, telling her why, and one for Bill Jr and James. I took Queeg-queg for a walk today, and left him tied up outside my neighbors.'" Scully picked up a small clear plastic envelop, and gazed thoughtfully at the contents. She felt slightly guilty as she shook the contents. She had stolen it fron a crime scene that day. They wouldn't need it though. They already had enough evidence to close that case anyway. She took a sip of the wine she had left on the table. "I love you. I never had the chance to tell you during your life, but I meant it. I want to be with you. This is the only way I can." The soft candle light sparkled on her eyes and on the gold cross that she wore, as she reached for the packet. Scully tore open the top of the packet, and tipped the contents into her coffee. It gave off a slight almond smell. Arsenic. Almost pure. Scully took another sip off her wine,then a larger one and picked up the photo again. "I love you, Mulder," she repeated, and raised the wine glass to her lips, preparing to take it all, when all the candles suddenly blew out and she was engulfed in darkness as cold air wrapped around her.
Scully jumped up and spun around, shocked to see the figure standing in the broken doorway of her apartment. The light was behind the figure, but she could tell who it was by the silhouette. "Mulder..." she breathed. She turned her face away from the figure as another deep sob wracked her body, followed by a sudden spasm of pain. She gasped for breath, and vaguly saw the figure rushing to her side. Then she collapsed on the floor.
"It shouldn't be enough to kill her. There was a measurement on the packet, and there was over half left in the wine," the doctor paused as Mulder collapsed in the chair. "So she'll be alright?" Mulder asked, his head in his hands. "Yes. We'll keep monitoring her though, arsenic causes repiratory problems. Thats the reason she collapsed. Though, not the arsenic alone would have done that to her..." Mulder looked up sharply. "What are you saying?" "She is extremely underweight and malnourished. I doubt she would have lasted another two weeks at this rate. There were also extremely low levels of serotonim in her blood, indicating that she hasn't slept for three to four months. She is very, very sick. We are sending someone from psych to talk to her, as this may indicate a mental problem..." Mulder stood up. "I don't think that will be necessary. Can I see her?" "Are you family?" the doctor asked warily. Mulder took out his badge. The doctor shrugged. "Room 34."
"Scully?" Mulder reached out and touched her cheek gently. She was asleep, but it scared him to see her like this. "Scully, can you hear me?" of couse not, she's asleep Mulder thought to himself. He suddenly shuddered, remembering how close she had come to killing herself. "Why?" he asked aloud, not wanting to know the answer.
She dreamed. Dressed in a plain silk green dress, Scully crossed the dance floor. She could see Mulder on the other side of it, talking to someone, but it was so crowded that she could hardly see a foot in front of her. She pushed her way through the couples on the dance floor, trying to avoid them as they swayed, making her dizzy. She couldn't see Mulder anymore, and she got scared. Pushing her way desparatly through the crowd, Scully could see him, walking away from her, his back turned. The people seemed to be packed more tightly around her,grabbing her, trying to hold her back. She could hear the silk ripping as she tryed to get free and gasped for air at the same time. She hit someone as she was trying to get free and their glass of wine spilt on her. It seemed as if they were trying to keep her from Mulder at all costs. Finally she came to the edge of the dance floor and she ran to him, screaming his name. She screamed and screamed as she ran, but no sound came out and she seemed to be going slowly. She could still see him though. Finally he turned around. She was breathing hard and her hair, which had previously been piled on top off her head in tousled curls, now slipped down her neck in a mess. The heel of one of her high heeled shoes had twisted off as she ran, and her dress was ripped in more than one place from when she was trying to get free. She had a huge red stain on her shoulder which was spreading down her dress. She stopped running. Mulder stood just a few feet away from her... She stepped towards him, her arms outstretched. He put his arms around her. He pulled her close to him. She sobbed when she felt his heart beating against her cheek, releasing all the anger she felt when he was taken from her again. "Mulder," she whispered, looking up at him. He kissed her hair, just like he had after he saved her in the bathroom from Tooms, like he had when he had saved her from Pfaster. Like in the hospital after Melissa died. Like after her abduction, when she lay comatose in that hospital. Like he had after he returned from Tunguska, and found her in the court room. She cried again at this sweet little gesture, that she had missed so much in the last two years. He wiped her eyes, and made her look up at his face. She started to speak, but he placed a finger on her lips. She stared at him as he released her and stepped away. She tried to go after him, but she was paralyzed. Before he dissapeared completey, she thought he mouthed the words...... i love you......
Four hours later, and Scully woke up. She turned her head to Mulder and just looked at him. "Hey," Mulder said softly, a huge smile on his face. Scully opened her mouth as if to talk, but closed it again. "Scully, remember me? Its Mulder, you know?" Scully turned her face away. She replied in a high strained voice which sounded like a child's. "You're not real. I'm just imagining you. It went wrong. Some one found me too soon. Its just another hallucination..." tears fell from her eyes and Mulder gazed at her, horrified. "Scully, it is me. I don't know what you thought happened to me, but I am not dead." Scully turned her head to look at him. "Really?" she whispered, with a pained look on her face. "Yes, yes it is me." He reached out and took her hand. He lifted it so she could see it. "Remember, Scully. This ring. I gave it to you." Scully looked at the ring. It was a twisted design of rose gold and silver. Fire and Ice. Mulder and Scully. A tiny diamond sparkled modestly in the centre of it. "I remember. "she said, and they smiled.
Mulder's cell phone began to ring, interrupting their conversation. "Mulder," he said, answering. a worried look came over his face, which then turned to horror. "No, Mrs Scully, she.... no, no, she's alright.. Scully!" Mulder held his phone out to her, covering the mouthpiece. "Scully, your mom dropped by your apartment, and found the note you left. She thinks you're dead!" Scully took the phone. "Mom, mom, I'm fine, listen to me, I'm at Allentown-Bethlehem Hospital, yes, Mulder's alive too, ok, ok, calm down, ok. bye." Scully leant back against the pillows. "My mom was a little worried. Just a little." "I'm not surprised. Is she coming down?" Scully sighed. "Yeah. Oh, Mulder, eveythings such a mess." she turned away from him, staring at the flowers in her vase. "I thought you were dead, I cleaned out your apartment, I took down all the stuff in the basement, I got a transfer, I, I put up your grave stone." Mulder sighed and took her hand. "I'm so sorry. But... grave stone?" Scully looked at him again. "When they got to the hotel,it was burnt down and there was a body in your room. It had a gun and the remains of an FBI I.D. badge. We had to assume it was you. I was called to identify the body Scully found she couldn't look at him as she thought of that terrible evening. ...... Scully sat at her computer, typing up the latest notes from their case. Her cell phone rang, and she got up to get it. It had to be one of three people. Mulder, her mother, or Skinner. "Great social life you have, Scully," she murmured to herself as she got up to answer the phone. "Scully," she said, expecting Mulder's voice to answer. Instead it was a soft feminine voice, which sounded bored. "Dana Scully?" the voice inquired. "Yes," Scully said, uncertain of how to respond. The voice carried on. "Do you know someone called Fox William Mulder?" Scully felt a twinge of fear creep into her heart for no reason whatsoever. "Yes, yes I do. He's my... colleague. Is something wrong?" The voice dropped an octave, and sounded regretful. "I am sorry to inform you that Fox Mulder is dead. He died in a domestic fire at his apartment. You were first on his emergency list. I'm really sorry." Scully couldn't speak. She just stood there, with her mouth open, and her hand clutching desparatly at the phone. "Are you alright?" the woman said softly, not really sounding sincere. She might as well have been reading her lines from a script, her voice devoid of emotion. Finally Scully managed to stutter out a few words. "He can't be... I spoke to him barely 30 minutes ago, he was fine, he couldn't just..."Scully twisted the ring Mulder had given her round in her fingers, unconsiosly trying to get closer to him. "I am sorry." the voice said again, and Scully wanted to slap the woman. She wasn't sorry. She didn't know Mulder. She didn't know what it was like to suddenly lose someone to whom you had bared your heart, your mind, your soul. Someone who knew you inside and out, all your good points and accented them, knew all your flaws and glossed over them. Someone who made you whole. Who you worked in harmony with. She wasn't sorry, thought Scully again, bitterly. She foreced herself to speak calmly, although a battle was raging in her mind. "Could you tell me the others on the list, please? I wouldn't want them to find out like this." Scully said, her voice strained. She could hear the woman on the other end flip though some papers before answering. "Actually, there is only one other person, the other two are themselves deceased, um, his father and mother. The other is.... someone called Samantha Mulder. We don't have her number. Scully nodded silently, her face deathly pale. "Yes, yes. Thank you," she said quietly, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Oh my God, Mulder, "she whispered,before falling to the floor, the tears flowing freely. She felt like a part of herself had been ripped out of her. She wasn't whole without him, and she longed things were different. Had been different. "Mulder, Mulder," she moaned, rocking back and forth on her floor, her body racked by huge sobs of grief. She lifted her head, to see herself in the mirror. All she could see was a pathetic reflection of a too-thin woman, with pale, pale skin, and mascara running down her cheeks, which were drained of colour. Only half a person. Half a twin. Half a soul...... Scully was twisting her ring round and round as she spoke, a sign that she was upset or nervous. "What happened to you?" she said suddeny, jolted out of her sad memories. "I don't remember what happened. I just rememeber someone coming into the hotel room, with a gun, and demamding the records I had. Then, it went kinda hazy." Scully nodded. We would never find out who it was. Who took two years of your life away." "Probably the same person who took eight months of yours. Cancerman." Scully laughed bitterly. "No. We'll never find them. They are too well protected." They glanced up sharply as Mrs Scully rushed into the room, immediatly going over to hug Scully. "Mom, I'm fine," Scully said, gently pushing her mother away. She stood up and pushed some hair from her face. "Dana, I think I broke a least 5 speed limits to get here!" Mulder and Scully exchanged glances. This was exactly how Mrs Scully had acted the last time they were in hospital. When she feared for Scully's life. "Mom, I'm fine," Scully repeated. She gave Mulder a meaningful look. "Oh, well, I'll just go and get some coffee. Mrs Scully?" Mrs Scully smiled at Mulder. "No Thank you, Fox." Mulder left the room, giving Scully and her mother some privacy. As soon as he was out of the room, Maggie's attitude changed. "Why, Dana?" she said in a low serious voice. Scully sighed. "Mom, I don't...." Mrs Scully pressed her hands together until her knuckles were white. "Do you know what I went through, when I found that note? I thought you were dead!I thought I'd lost my baby girl! You are... just tell me why you would do such a thing. "Scully watched her mother shouting at her, unable to say anything. "Dana. I love you. You and James are the only ones left now. I couldn't lose you. Not you. You were always the strong one. When Melissa... I thought you were the one who was dead. When I found that note, I knew I couldn't cope if I lost my other little girl. Don't ever do that to me again. Ever." Scully found that she was crying listening to her mothers words. They were so full of love. And pain. "Mom, I didn't want to hurt you. i thought it was the right thing to do. I thought Mulder was dead. And I didn't want to live without him." Maggie stared at her daughter. "You really care for him," she said softly. Scully nodded. "Yes. I love him."
"I thought it was time to replace your ring." Mulder smiled as he set down the royal blue Tiffany box on the table between the plates of half eaten pasta. Scully's eyes widened as she looked at the box. "Mulder,I.." "Shh, just open it!" he said, silencing her. She smiled as she picked up the box and opened it, Inside was thin band of gold with a solitare diamond in the centre. She gasped as she saw it. Mulder's grin widened. "Special Agent Dr Scully Kathrine Scully,is five weeks thursday alright?" he said, as she sat speechless oposite him. "Well? Or we could do Friday." Scully finally managed to stutter out a sentence. "I... sure, I suppose we're already Mr and Mrs Spooky, so why not! But first, if we get married, I'm keeping my surmane." "Is that some sort of feminist thing?" "No, It would just be weird calling each other 'Mulder' and 'Mulder'. Secondly, we have to talk about some things. "Okay, What about?" "Where you were the past two years. And how, by some miracle you turned up at my door when I was about to kill myself, and how I arranged a funeral for a perfect stranger, how I identified the body as yours, and... some things which happened while you were gone I haven't had the chance to tell you about yet." Scully's tone changed towards the end of her sentence, and Mulder caught the change in tone. "What?What is it? Did something bad happen?" Scully nodded, and took Mulder's hand. "Your mother, she er, she had another stroke. I'm sorry, Mulder. Really." Mulder looked down. staring at the table. "She, she's not.." he paused, unable to finish the sentence. Scully looked at him as she replied. "I'm sorry. She died about a year ago. I can take you to see the tomb, its in Quinounacataug. Where she wanted to be buried." Mulder stared at the table, the wine glasses, the empty jewelrey box, the plates. He took his hand out of Scullys and covered his face as a wave of anger rushed over him. "How could they do this? Why did they take me away? I should have been here for you! For my mother. You could be dead right now, and it would have been their fault." "But I'm not dead. And we can get through this. We can bring these people to justice. "Justice," Mulder echoed bitterly. Scully couldn't think of anything to say, so she just looked at Mulder, channeling strength to him. He suddenly looked up at her, shaking off his morbid thoughts. "I still have my work. I still have myself. And I still have you." "You'll always have me."
"Yes, mom, no thats not really, yeah, but you don't have... of course... he is... I was going to ask James... no, there isn't anyone on his side... I have... white... well, I haven't chosen yet, ... okay, yes mom, yes, yes, goodbye," Scully hung up the phone and looked at Mulder's amused expression. "Well, Maggie seemed a bit excited," he commented. Scully sighed, then smiled at him. "She wants to arrange everything for me. Best man, flowers, bridesmaids, cake, reception, church, everything. I guess I really should be thankful, but..." Mulder smiled as he looked at Scully. Her face was glowing, and she looked happier than he had ever seen her. Suddenly he remembered something. "Oh, Scully, I have something to show you, something you'd like. But first I want to ask you something. Est-que tu parle francais?" Scully smiled and looked at him "Mais, oui. Why, Mulder?" she said. He grinned widely and led her into the living room of her apartment. "Sit down," he ordered. "I want to read something to you. It says everything I have ever felt for you." Scully fell silent as she caught the look in his eyes, the fear that she would find this silly, and laugh at him. No way would she ever realise that fear for him. Mulder began to read. Demain des l'aube, a l'heure ou blanchit la campagne, Je partrai, vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends, J'irai par la foret, J'irai par la montagne, Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Mulder paused in his reading to look up at Scully. She was sitting open- mouthed in wonder at him. "You like?" he asked. She nodded. "Please, continue," she said breathlessly. He obeyed her wish. Je marcherai,les yeux fixes sur mes pensees, Sans rien voir au-dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul,inconnu le dos courbe, les mains croises. Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Mulder finished, and eyed her warily, waiting for a reaction. She was smiling, and there were tears in her eyes. "Mulder, that was beautiful. And was it true... the days just another night?" Mulder felt so happy. "Did you understand all of it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Most of it, though. Enough to understand it." Mulder looked down at the translation he had learned by heart. "Do you want me to read it in english for you?" he asked. She nodded, and came over to the sofa where he was sitting, and leant into him. He put his arm around her, and she put her head against his chest. He started to recite the poem in english. Tommorow at dawn, the hour when the fields go white, I'll go, you see, I know you are waiting for me, I'll go by the forest, I'll go by the mountain, I can't stay away from you for much longer. I'll walk eyes fixed on my thoughts, Seeing nothing outside,hearing no sound, Alone, a stranger, back bent, hands crossed, Sad, and for me the day will be just another night......
Why did I always assume I'd die before him? Scully thought to herself. He always gets himself in trouble. I'm the one who saves him........ but he would do anything for me... and I still haven't told him yet. About the cancer. Which will hurt him so badly, and God knows thats the last thing I want. The little voice in Scully's head started up again. (tell him, tell him. ) I really should tell him. Scully sighed, and stood up, knowing what she had to do.
"Oh my God, Scully," Mulder said, as he looked at the blood. He quickly pressed a tissue under her nose and held it there until she lifted her head. He helped her to a chair. Finally the blood stopped flowing. "How are you?" Mulder asked, deeply concerned. "I'm fine,Mulder, "She said, feeling a pang of guilt. She still hadn't told him. "Actually Mulder, no. I have something to tell you..."
Scully walked down the corridor to the water cooler. She was feeling dizzy, and told Mulder she would be back in a minute. She realised with a smile that the moment they were within a hundred yards of an x-file, they were instantly Mulder and Scully again, not Mulder and Scully, fiancees. She reached the cooler, and a wave of nausea passed over her again. She reached out to the wall for support, and stood perfectly still for a moment. Finally, she felt well enough to draw a cup of water. She took a sip, then headed back down the corridor. She was almost halfway to the door of the office before she started to vomit. she couldn't help it. Suddenly she was on the floor, writhing in the pain which was centred in her head. she tried to scream, and hazily saw a female figure running down the corridor towards her, wearing a smart buisness suit. She realised that she knew the figure. Scully looked at the woman in shock before finally passing out.
In the room of the hospital, Mulder started to think about how he hated this place. The cold white floor and walls were unwelcoming and hard. The machines which constantly beeped and whirred, flashing red lights and recording breaths and heartbeats. He looked around him. Scully's mother was holding her hand, and praying, gazing at her daughters face. There was a dying vase of flowers from the last person who had used this room. There was him, on the other side of the bed, and Scully. She was hooked up to all these machines, a drip suck in one hand, a tube down her throat, pumping oxygen into her lungs. It had been barely five hours since she collapsed in the corridor, and now she was in a coma. The tumor was just pushing into her brain, growing larger at an amazing rate. Mulder wanted to scream in agony. The people in the government who did this to her were never going to pay for what they did. They would never be brought to justice. They had killed so many people for a truth which was never to be discovered. Mulder ran through a list of people who has died for this cause Dad... Melissa... Deep Throat... Agent Pendrell... Betsy Hagopian... X... Marita Corraruvbias... Alex Krycek... the people involved in Tunguska... Duane Barry... Jeraldine Kallunchuk... Penny Northan... Dr Berube... and maybe Samantha. Maybe soon... Scully. It caused him pain to think of all those people who dided. Especially his father and Samantha, who was an innocent. Mulder sighed and turned his attention back to the bed and his comatose partner. She was practically dead before him, these strange machines breathing for her, pumping her blood, feeding her. By all rights, she was dead. The sooner he faced up to that reality the better. Scully was going to die.
There was a loud metallic thump as Skinners head hit the locker behind him. "What can you do!" Mulder screamed, pushing the gun into Skinners face. "Agent Mulder,I would suggest you calm down. There isn't much I can do." "What can you do?" Mulder repeated, no less violently. Skinner appeared to hesitate. "I can give you advice. Don't deal with the devil. Leave that to me." "Cancer man?" Skinner just looked at Mulder. "He knows how to save Scully, doesn't he? I need to contact him." "Agent Mulder, I strongly recommend that you leave this alone. I will do my best to help Scully. But maybe it just wasn't meant to happen Maybe it it better this way." "No," Mulder said, and pulled the trigger.
"You have to help her." "Why?" "Because she is innocent. And if she dies, he will have nothing left. The most dangerous man is one who has nothing to lose. I think you said that once." The other man paused, lazily blowing out a stream of smoke. "And I thought you once said 'never deal with the devil'. Is that how you see me? And you wont take your own advice?" "At least I don't have to take an elevator ride up to work." Skinner drew in his breath sharply, sure he had made a terrible mistake in saying that, and he was about to get his head blown off for sheer impudence. Instead the man stubbed out his cigarette, and opened thedoor for Skinner. "Alright. She won't die."
"Scully, I am just going to get some coffee, alright? I'll be right back." Maggie bent down to kiss Scully's forehead before walking out of the room. She turned to look at her comatose daughter before closing the door, blowing a kiss in her direction. Maggie wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand as tears blocked her vision. She stumbled, and a man caught her before she fell. "Careful," the man warned, and Maggie smiled weakly at him. The man walked down the corridor, and she thought no more of it. He kept walking until he got to Dana Scully's room. It was one of those cheery little death rooms, with bright chinzt on the walls. He checked the name, and walked inside. He went over to the bed, and looked for a minute at the woman lying on it. He closed his eyes, and placed his hand over her forehead. He was about to touch her when he heard a soft moan coming from her. His yes flew open in shock as he looked at her eyes fighting against the tape, trying to open. "I thought she was comatose," he murmured, then replaced his hand. She immediatly stopped moving, and a peaceful look came over her face. Content that his mission had been accomplished, the man left the room.
It was a miracle. When Maggie came back into the room and saw her daughter sitting up and smiling, she almost fainted with shock. Scully had managed to remove the tape and the tube out of her throat. "Hi, Mom, " she croaked.
"Where's Mulder?" Scully said to her mother, who was watering the flowers in her room. Her mother sighed. "You two are still 'Mulder' and 'Scully'?" she said, dissapointed. Scully blushed. "Well, actually, we...." she broke off as the door was flung open and a beaming Mulder stode into the room, carrying a huge bunch of flowers. "Scully!" he said, hugging her tightly. She smiled and hugged him back. "Let me breath, Mulder," she said softly, pulling away. Scully looked behind Mulder and noticed that her mother had silently slipped out of the room. "Subtle?" Mulder said with a grin. "Uhuh. Think she's trying to tell us something? Oh, she wants at least 5 more grandchildren." Mulder just smiled. "Only five? Anyway,how are you feeling?" he asked. "I'm...." "... fine. Yes, I know that. How are you really feeling?" "Really, I feel alright. I'm not in any pain, and I don't know why I'm still here." Scully looked at him as he dropped his head down. Suddenly, she remembered something. "Mulder, the female agent who found me in the hall way, what was her name? I recognised her..." Mulder looked at her strangly. "Scully, I found you. It was a Sunday, almost no-one was around. Are you sure you saw a woman?" She closed her eyes briefly, remembering the familiar face. "Mulder, I was so sure... I thought it was, no, it doesn't matter. I was probably imagining it." "Who was it, Scully, who did you think you saw?" Mulder was leaning forward in his chair, listening intently to her. "I thought it was Melissa. The woman, she was... she had red hair, green eyes, and was wearing a long skirt and... no, just forget it. Stupid, really. But I was so sure..." Mulder leant back, sighing heavily. "Scully, that is so weird. When I found you, you were in the recovery position. I assumed you stayed conciouse long enough to get into the position yourself, but..." "I didn't. I mean, I wasn't concious long enough. Spooky, huh?" Mulder laughed. This was one x-file he didn't feel like pursuing. Then he remembered smething and his expression turned serious. "You need some more scans," he said quietly Scully sighed. "Yes. I know. But as soon as they're over, I'm out of here. And we'd better start looking for a bigger apartment. Because I'm alive. And I won't let this beat me." Mulder smiled at her, and left the room. "Thank you, Melissa," he whispered in the silent corridor.
2 Years Later "We really should take the tree down now. The needles are all over the place, Mulder!" Scully smiled as she saw her husband changing the baby next to the sparkling Christmas tree. "Yeah, just a minute," he murmured, not hearing her. He only had eyes for his daughter, the beautiful 4-month old baby girl lying on a cloth under the Christmas tree. She used to have big dark blue eyes, but they gradually turned to a bright green. A few whisps of copper curls were already growing. She had soft white skin, and long dark eyelashes. She was a beautiful baby. Scully walked over and took the baby from him. "I'm going to feed her and put her to bed," she whispered. Mulder watched as she went out on the balcony. He still hadn't got over the shock of having a daughter. Little Tiegen was perfect. Mulder began to take down the Christmas decorations, thinking how much his life had changed over the past two years. He has got Scully back, had a daughter found Samantha, and they had continued their work in the X-Files. He started to think about those three big events. When Scully had had a scan after she woke up, the cancer was gone. just as if it had never been there before. There was no damage in her sinus cavity, or to her brain. It really was a miracle. Nurses had been scared to go into her room after that. She had been a terminal patient. She should have been dead. One day,when everyone was sure she was going to die, and her mother and Mulder never left her side for more than twenty minutes, Scully sat up and asked for some food. At first, they just dismissed her apparent healthiness. Candles burn brightest at their end, was what they all said. But after a eight full meals later, and Scully just growing healthier and healthier, they took some more tests, and discovered the absence of the cancer. The nurses placed rosary beads in her hands when she was sleeping, out of superstition, and brought a priest in to talk to her. Mulder and her mother were over joyed, and Scully's brothers came into the hospital to see her. Then she discharged herself, and went back to an almost normal life. Then they had found Samantha. That was not such a happy occasion. ..."Scully, I found her. I found Samantha's grave this morning. It was on a hill, covered in wild flowers and under a weeping willow by a stream. It was beautiful. Such a secluded place." He could feel a burning in the back of his throat, but he couldn't cry. Scully had a quietly shocked expression on her face. "Someone must have loved her, then," she said softly. He nodded in reply. "I wish I knew who. There was just a stone with an enscription on it. It wasn't even her real name..." Then, there was the X-Files. The unit had been shut down when Scully and Mulder got married, but they had re-opened it as two separate units afterwards. They had both been promoted to ASAC, and Mulder was head of the Investigation Into Paranormal Phenomena Unit, and Scully was head of Study of Abnormal Biology Unit. They were parallel units, and worked together on all cases. They both had several agents under them, their own secretarys, and posh offices. And a huge pay packet. Then there was the baby. Tiegen Lissa Samantha Elena Mulder- Scully, whose name was joked upon by Mulder and Scully that the poor kid probably had the longest name in America, born on the 7th April, 2001. Scully was allowed to bring her into work with her for the first three months,and everyone adored the baby.
Scully came out of the nursery, and sat on the couch next to Mulder. "Are you happy?" Scully asked him. He gave her a shocked look. "Of course I am! I have never been happier in my entire life." She smiled. "Good. Its just, you looked very... thoughtful over there, and I was just wondering." He leant over and pulled her close to him. "I love you," he whispered. They sat silently, listening to the music playing softly on the stereo. END
A Little Fairytale Expressing the Pain of X-Philia. Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a magician called Chris Carter cast a spell on thousands of people, causing them to worship a handsome god called Fox Mulder, and a beautiful goddess called Dana Scully. These people became so enchanted by this god and goddess, they began to lose their grip on reality, and the people who escaped this spell said they were crazy. These acursed people were called The X- Philes, and this disease they have continues to spread, as they infect the sane people of the world with an obsession with the dark world of the X-Files. Now, after the X-Philes watched a certain episode called Tooms, some of them started a secret underground organisation, hidden from the other X-Philes, many of whom could not handle this new development and could not be trusted, as they turned against the members of this organisation if their identity became known. These special people were called Relationshippers, as they believed that The Great Ones should fall in love with each other and have lots of children. But that hope is never to be realised, as the evil Chris Carter has cast a spell on them too, forbbiding them to ever fall in love. Once you are infected with these two diseases, the diseases of the X-Phile and The Relationshipper, there is no cure. You will become so obsessed, you will forget to go to work or school, content to stay at home and watch your X-Files -and-related-subject-matter-video collection. During the summer hiatus, you will fret over the fate of the god and goddess, fearing that they will not make the next season. You will run up huge bills with your Internet sevice provider, surfing the X-Files chat rooms and archives. As consequence, you will fail your exams and miss that promotion, forcing yourself to remain at home, surrounding yourself with every bit of X-Files merchandise. You will never escape the clutches of the great Mulder and Scully, or the Great One, Chris Carter. You will become paranoid, not trust your government, and Reticulan-proof your home. You will die, in the belief that you will be reincarnated as the god and goddesses child. But while you live, you will be labelled as a sad and hopeless individual. But take heart, their are thousands of others suffering from this painful and tragic condition, X-Philia, who will join you, and will take up the cry, "We are not alone!"
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