| “Look, we’ve been working together for a year now. I think it’s time you treated me like a civilized human being.” “I don’t owe you anything.” “No, no you don’t but I think I deserve something here. In one year you’ve hardly said anything to me. You won’t trust me, you won’t talk to me, you won’t even try to work with me. I know you miss her. I know you were there this morning but you can’t live like this. She wouldn’t want you to.” “How would you know what she wants? She was my life. I wish I had been infected with her." “Stop doing this to yourself. She’s gone. You have to except that. She isn’t coming back. You can’t live in the past.” “Who are you to tell me what I should and should not do?!” Mulder stood and faced her. “You don’t know me!” “That’s because you won’t let me get to know you.” She sighed. “I know you think I’m trying to take her spot in your life but I’m not. I understand how much she meant to you. I would never try to take that from you. I need you to trust me. I need you to feel that you can come to me when you need to talk. I want to be your friend, Mulder, not your enemy.” She looked at him for another second and then left the office. Mulder sat back down and buried his head in his hand. * * * * The sun beamed down on the people below, soaking through his dark colored clothes. He stared at the oak box in front of him. Others surrounded him, each sniffling and crying slightly. Mulder told himself that he wouldn’t cry, that he would stay strong, but he couldn’t stick true to that anymore. He had never been a religious man but the words from the bible swept through him and touched his heart. Beautiful flowers surrounded the casket filling the air with a beautiful scent. Mulder watched as the priest said his last prayer and then walked away. Mulder looked to the woman standing next to him. “Mrs. Scully…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for killing your daughter.” Mrs. Scully looked up at him with teary eyes. “Fox, don’t ever say that. You did not kill Dana. She loved you so much. The only thing she wished was that she could have had more time with you.” “I just wish I could bring her back.” “I know you do, Fox. But the important thing to do now is to never forget her and to carry on.” Mrs. Scully placed her hand on Mulder’s arm. “Don’t forget about me, Fox. I’d like to here from you every now and again.” “Of course.” Mulder whispered. “I’ll see you soon.” Mrs. Scully picked up one of the flowers from beside Scully’s casket and walked away. Mulder was left alone once more. He kneeled down next to the casket. “Scully…I can’t, I can’t do this without you. I don’t know what to do anymore, Scully. I’m so sorry. You’ll always be in my heart. I love you, Scully. I love you more than I was ever able to express. We’ll be together some day, I promise. I’ll never forget you.” He stood and picked up one of the flowers. He walked away – never looking back. * * * * Mulder blinked and cleared his mind of the image. He was still sitting at his desk in his office. The door was still wide open from Agent Racquel’s earlier exit. The memories had become so vivid to him. It was like he was really living in the moment all over again. He had flashbacks of the time with Scully constantly. Some of them were better than others. Some were from their time on a case, or from Hawaii, but then others – like the one he just had – were harder to take. They reminded him of the hard times, the sad times. Mulder wanted to erase those memories from his mind but he knew he never would be able to. They’d always be a part of him just like she was. * * * * Later that night Mulder sat alone in his apartment. A small, shoebox like container was in the middle of his coffee table in front of him. He leafed through a variety of photographs that was spread out on the table. They were all of Scully. Most of them were taken during cases throughout the years but some were of the two of them together. Mulder let a small teardrop fell on a picture of her laughing. Mulder hadn’t seen Scully laugh much – he figured not many other people did, either. The smile that she had in the picture was one she only gave to him. It was her “Mulder” smile and he loved it. A home movie of Mulder and Scully in Hawaii played on the television screen. Before they had left for the tropical location, Mulder had insisted that they should buy a video camera to capture every moment. It had turned out to be a good idea. “Oh Scully.” Mulder whimpered as he watched her come across the screen. He let his tears flow freely as he cried himself to sleep * * * * Mulder stood, holding the envelope in his hands. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to open it. Did he really want to know the truth? He looked through the glass and saw her lying before him. Her body was so limp and weak. Could he really watch her go through this? Did he want to go through it with her? He looked back at her once more and then looked back at the envelope. He held his breath as he opened it and took out the contents. He scanned the papers and then let his breath go. He shoved the papers back into the envelope and looked towards Scully. She stirred and opened her eyes. She looked at Mulder through the window. “Hey.” She said. Mulder walked over to the wall and pressed a button. It would intercom his voice into her room. “Hey, how are you feeling?” “Tired.” She admitted. She noticed the folder in his hand. “Are those your results, Mulder?” He nodded. “What did they say?” He hesitated slightly. “I’m not infected.” She smiled as a tear came to her eye. “Thank God.” She whispered. “Scully, I am going to figure out what this thing is. I’m going to save you, I will. I promise.” “Mulder, the worst promise to make is one to yourself. Don’t set yourself up for failure. I’ve accepted the truth, why can’t you?” Mulder shook his head in desperation. He didn’t know how to answer the question. He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked back up at Scully. She began to cough drastically – spitting up blood. Mulder panicked. He ran out of the room and grabbed the nearest doctor. He watched as nurses and doctors ran in and out of Scully’s room but there was nothing they could do. They had given up. She was gone and he was alone – all alone. * * * * Mulder awoke with sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked around and noticed his TV was still playing home videos. The pictures were still spread out over the table, the floor, and his stomach. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to go to the only place where he could be completely alone with her but he couldn’t go alone. He grabbed the telephone off the coffee table and dialed. “Hello?” The female voice said on the other end. “Racquel, it’s Agent Mulder. You told me today that if I needed you I could call you at any time.” “Of course, Agent Mulder, what is it?” “I need you to drive me somewhere…” * * * * “This is stupid, Mulder! What are you thinking you’re going to accomplish?! This won’t bring her back!” Agent Racquel shouted as Mulder walked off into the darkness. She sighed and leaned against her car, awaiting his return. Mulder walked off to the familiar spot. A beautiful headstone marked her grave. It was still surrounded by flowers. Every week Mulder brought a new type to keep the spot beautiful. A copy of her favorite book, Moby Dick, rested against her headstone. He sat down at her grave, tracing her name with his fingers. He went to the gravestone many times before. It was the only place where he could feel alone – where he could feel her presence. It was peaceful there – a place where he wanted to stay forever. “I’m coming back to you, Scully. I’ll always love you.” Mulder whispered. Agent Racquel heard the shot from where she stood. She immediately thought to Mulder. How could she have been so stupid as to leave him alone when he was in that kind of state? She took out her gun and began to run towards the sound. She found Mulder, lying on the ground. “Mulder!” She shouted. She kneeled down next to him. “Oh my God, what did you do?” He sat up, holding his gun in his hand. He dropped it on the ground. It was still smoking slightly. “I was thinking about it…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it for her. She told me to be strong and I haven’t fulfilled that up to now.” “Well there’s always somewhere to start.” Agent Racquel said placing her gun back in its holster. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” She began to walk away. Mulder looked back at Scully’s grave and then walked after Racquel.. Well, that's it - sorry it couldn't have been happier. I would never wish for this to happen to Mulder and Scully because I think I would die if it actually did. I'd like to extend a special thank you to Meghan on this story because she helped me come up with the idea for the end of it. Thank you, Meghan, for tellking me exactly what you thought and reminding me that happy endings are not realy life endings. Don't have much else to say besides thank you to everyone who's ever inspired me! |