The Last Song
Story written by: StefM
Date written: June 29th, 1999
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Tittle: The Last Song
Summary: The agents have married and started a life.
But something happens with their 4 year old son...
Rating: PG-No cussing, and mild violence.(Though it does
not contain sex or major violence, it is worth reading.)
Disclaimer: None of the character featured in my fic are
my products and are not to be treated as such. they are
the creation and products of Chris Carter, Fox Home
Entertainment, And 1013 productions. However, any other
character that is featured and has not been previously
seen in any relation to TV or Book ect is mine. No
copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: This is a story that was actually thought
up in a dream. I have written several fictions, but haven't
been able to give them the "edge that they needed". This
story is a touching story and contains *serious* MSR between
Mulder and Scully. however the love between them is not expressed
as sex or anything like that. I wrote this as a kind of a
romance and I intend for it to be read as so. any NoRomo's please
leave, you will NOT appreciate this story if you are not "open-minded"
to the "possibility".
Enjoy my fic and a nice evening.
The Last Song...
Yesterday,
You came to lift me up.
Life is strong, but brittle as a bird.
Today,
I was less, than a shadow on the wall.
Just one more step...
For the voice I've heard....Tomarrow.
Leave the windows open.
As fear grows, please hold me in your arms
wont you help me, if you can.
To shake this anger, I need your gentle hands.
To keep me close...
'Cause I never thought I'd lose.
I only thought I'd win.
I never dreamed I'd feel
This fire beneath my skin.
I can't believe you love me...
I never thought you'd come..
I guess I misjudged love...
Between a father and his son.
Things we never said
Come together
The pictured no longer haunting me.
Tonight,
We touched on the things that we never spoken
That kind of understanding Sets me free..
Cause I never thought I'd loose.
I only thought I'd win.
I never dreamed I'd feel.
This fire beneath my skin;
I can't believe you love me...
I never thought you'd come....
I guess I misjudged love...
Between a father and his son....
-Elton John "The Last Song"
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GeorgeTown, Maryland...
He watched. Fox Mulder realized that was the
only thing he did. Watch. Think. Love. He sat there
and looked through his mind at the validity of it all.
Even now. He Just watched.
His eyes roamed over the body of his wife. She couldn't
be more beautiful as the day he had met her. She had grown
her radiate and sparkling hair down a few inches below her
shoulders. He was now wrapped partially in that fiery halo.
Though her eyes were closed he knew they were MORE
brilliant then the day he met her. His eyes wondered down
her lightly printed satin night gown and back up. His finger
drew lazy circles of her shoulder. Her skin was so soft to
him.... her lips where he had kissed her a thousand times over
were like riches- rubies. Yes, Rubies.
Dana Scully-
Now Dana Scully Mulder.
He felt every day that flowing current of love When he recited
their names together. it was all just so right...
The golden sunlight bathed her in light, reminding of him of
a saint.
His life with Dana Scully had been the best 10 years of his life.
After their sixth year as partners, they had both agreed to join
separate parts of the beareu so that their relationship
could progress. He transferred himself back to the BSU
where he was again, the top profiler in the FBI, and Scully
had transferred her self back to forensic science Unit.
He was happy. Four years ago she had shown up at his
apartment with the most radiate smile he had ever seen on
her face. They had already been seeing each other for a
few months.
He had invited her in, curiouse as to her smile and
wondered what plans she had in store for him.
Then she said it.... They were going to have a baby.
At first he wondered how. She had told him that she
Wasn't able to bear children two years before. She had
told him that it was anomalous, but somehow it happened.
Her mother had been overjoyed, and her brother annoyed.
Eight months later, their son- William, James Scully-Mulder
was born.
He was shocked out of his reverie and brought back to
the present. Scully had her beautiful blue eyes open
and staring up at him. He could tell that she was
worried as to what had caused him such a distraction and
was ready to lecture him about watching her while she
slept, that was until she saw the far away and glazed
over, though happy look Mulder sported.
"Mulder. Is something wrong?" She asked softly.
" No, Sweetheart. I was Just thinking how happy I
am". He said with a smile.
" Okay. I was going to give you a little chat about
a somewhat undying habit of yours, but I'll lay off." She
said with "The Look".
He smiled and Jumped out of bed, proclaiming that it was
his turn to fix breakfast and to wake up Little Will. He had
become very smart. He had Mulder's eyes and Hair, though he had
Scully's Brains. He seemed fascinated by anything. He was proud of
him, though he was only four.
He proceeded to go about his morning activities without
complaint. He enjoys being able to help out.
When Scully came out, fully dressed, he has the
complete breakfast set out on the table. following her
was will. He walked in with a gloomy look in his eye.
both noted his pale complexion and whiny eyes.
" I don't feel good, mommy." He said.
" Okay. Go lay down and I'll be there in a minute."
She said. She got up and headed toward the nicely
painted and decorated bedroom that belonged to their
four year old son.
When she had been pregnant, they were both
arguing about what sex the baby was going to
be and what color was going to be appropriate.
They had settled the dispute by simply agreeing
that the room would be panted a vanilla-yellow.
It had turned out very nice. They had spent a
lot of money.
When she entered her son's slightly dirty
bedroom, though they tried to press on him to
clean up his toys, she saw that he was bundled
up tightly in his bed, a pained look on his face.
She opened the blue dresser's drawer and
pulled out the much used thermometer. After three
minutes it beeped to life. 102. it wasn't good,
but not serious yet.
"I'm gonna get something to help you get better.
I'll be right back." She said softly.
The small boy answered with only a nod of his
head.
She headed past Mulder in the kitchen, who had
a curious look in his eye to the linen closet that
housed all of her pills and medicines. She searched
through her collection for something appropriate.
" How is he?" Mulder startled her out of her
concentration.
" I'm a little concerned. His fever is concerning,
yet not that serious. 102. If it doesn't let up and
gets worse over the next day or two, we should probably
take him to the hospital." She said seriously.
" No, that's definitely not good..." He said, with
a far off look in his eye... He hoped it wasn't something
serious....
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Over the next few days, will only kept
getting sicker and sicker. bouts of nausea
hit him about every four to eight hours,
along with muscle and bone aches and
severe lethargy.
That night, three nights later,
They took him to the hospital....
__________________________
pleaselethimbeokay...pleaselethimbeokay
pleaselethimbeokay....
It ran through their heads over again as
they sat waiting. Mulder pulled his
arms tighter around his wife as she
slept. unlike three nights ago, her
face was drawn and tired. full of
worry. he hoped it was nothing to worry
about.
pleaselethimbeokay....
He recited it until he too fell into
a fitful sleep....
only to be awaken by a gentle nudge.
"Mr. Mulder?"
The voice was young. His eyes focused
on a doctor. probably early twenties. His
eyes were friendly and matched his dark
brown hair.
" Yes?"
" I'm doctor Richardson. I've been
treating will. There is something that
I've found that I think you and your wife
may like to know." He said sorrowfully.
though he didn't know what he was
sorry for. and it frightened him.
He nudged Scully awake. After awaking,
they both followed him into his office labeled
"Dr. Richardson. ERMD".
" Please, have a seat."
" I would rather stand". They both began
to say.
" Okay. I'm afraid I have some bad news. no.
let's make that terrible news..."
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continued...
"What is it, doctor?" Scully asked,
worry lines etched into her face.
They both stared at the doctor with
anticipation noticeable in their eyes.
" It appears your son has a fast-
spreading form of.... Cancer."
It came down like a million weights on
their back. Scully immediately felt tears
flow down her tired eyes. She ran a hand
frustratedly through her tousled red hair.
" What kind?" Mulder asked for her,
sensing her distress.
" How long does he have?" She asked, her
view of him blurry through tears.
" Well. it appears to be a very large bone
cancer. its essentially been rendered inoperable.
its size is much too large. its spread to both
his lungs and his kidneys...." He said
sorrowfully. Now Mulder knew why." Umm. I would
say he has maybe a week at the most..."
Hard and uncontrollable sobs wrenched from
Scully's newly broken heart. Mulder caught her
as her tired and shock-ridden form crumpled.
The doctor looked down at them. Mulder could
have sworn he saw tears welling up in the
doctors eyes.
within five minutes, Scully's exhaustion
and anguish Had put her to sleep. They both
sit on the floor -she pulled tightly to him.
she hung onto his sweater with a death grip.
"Mr. Mulder, I'll have a cot set up in
William's room and that way she can sleep off
the shock for a while. stay here. I'll tell you
when It's ready." He said as he briskly turned
from the sad sight and out the door.
what terrible fortune....
He returned ten minutes later, giving directions
to room 1013, not that far a walk and telling
him that the cot was prepared.
Mulder slid his hands under scully's
light form and picked her up. She hugged
tightly around his neck.
Once to the room, Mulder Placed her
carefully onto the squeaky cot. it was
large enough for two.. He would sleep
with her.
" Dr. Richardson? could you call
'Maggie Scully? her number is-
555-5264."
" I'll surely do that. Hang in
there Mr. Mulder." he said as
he left the room.
He carefully slid himself in
next to his wife, but not before
peering at his son. He was so small...
seemed tiny in the bed. he was covered
in tubes and a blanket up to his waist.
Why???? He didn't know. all he
knew was the pain in his heart
as he felt it shattered into a
million pieces. He knew he would still
have Scully to love. But it wasn't enough.
He pulled his arms around his wife,
hugging himself to her.
pleasegodletusbeokaytoo...
He'd changed his prayer....
He again chanted it into his head. until
he fell into his once more, fitful slumber...
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Maggie had received the call at
5:00 am. She had no Idea what was going
on. all she knew was that fox had told
the doctor to call her and tell her to
come down to the hospital.
She rushed down the hall to the
nurses counter.
" ummm. Dana Mulder?" She said
with the many times practiced tongue of these
situations.
" I'm sorry, there's no one listed
here as 'dana mulder'. but we do have a
william mulder? he's in room 1013."
ohlordnotwill... not will..
Her thoughts were a blur as she rushed
from the nurses counter and to her destination.
she carefully opened the door and peered inside.
the first site that assaulted her was of her
four year old grandson. He was covered in tubes.
his face was deathly pale and she heard the
monitors beeping his regulated heart beat.
She looks beyond there and to the beaten
down cot where her daughter and son in law
lay, arms around each other. even in the dim
lighting she could see the tears streaking both
of their faces. What had happened.
She was about to sit down when the man she
presumed to be the doctor walked into the room.
" I'm sorry. visiting hours are over." He
said.
" I'm Maggie Scully. Dr. Richardson? I'm
Dana and Fox's mother."
" Yes. I'm sorry. But things have been
a little wild today."
"What's wrong with Will?" She asked, concerned.
" he's been diagnosed with a fast spreading
bone cancer. It's already moved through to his
lungs and kidneys. its only a matter of days. He
can no longer walk. it is inoperable at its size.
I'm sorry, but we can do nothing but help relieve
the pain..." He said.
"Thank-you." She managed to choke out between
sobs. "Oh my god..."
She collapsed into the chair.
" I just wanted to see how everything was going.
I'll be back in a little bit". The Dr. Said politely
and went out the door.
She put her head in her hands and silently cried.
"Mom?" The voice interrupted her sobs. She looked up
to see dana next to her.
" oh Dana. I'm so sorry." She said as she
took her only daughter into her loving embrace.
" I don't know what happened mom...." dana
began...
"shhhhhh..." was Maggie's reply....
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The days passed so quickly as Mulder
and Scully Stayed by his side. Maggie came
once in the morning or noon each day.
The days just flowed in one....two...
three....
It was now the fourth day. and something
happened...
Will woke up.....
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"Mommy?"
Scully's posture erected at the voice.
" Mommy, where am I?"
" Shhhhh... Its okay..." She said, trying to
comfort him. She could tell he was scared.
" They're here...They're here mommy..." He
said in a quiet whisper.
" Who's here, william?" She asked.
" The people in white. oh. they have such
pretty wings mommy..... they said that they're
gonna take me home...." He said with a faraway
look.
" There's a light... It hurts..."
" NO, william..." She said fiercely.
Mulder was brought into awareness that this may
be the last time they were ever going to see their
son.
" Its okay mommy...." He said.
" No. William. NO...."
Mulder's hand on her shoulder kept her from repeating
it. He gave her a look that said that this was the end.
" bye, mommy... daddy... I love you...."
" I love you too, william...." Scully said, as tears
began to completely flood her eyes.
" bye...." She said as his hand went lifeless beneath
hers and the heart monitors screeched.
"NO!" She let out a hoarse, choked sob... "No...."
Mulder pulled her into his embrace as they were
both emersed in uncontrollable fits of sobs...
They were unaware of the busting of nurses around them
and of their sorry for the couple in the corner crying
their hearts out to the angels...
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The funeral... It was beautiful... and so many
people.... Maggie, and Charlie, and Bill, Teena
Mulder, Skinner, friends of the family.
They all were there, their hearts projecting
comfort and the so unfortunate loss.
It was in a beautiful church. full of flowers and
flowing curtains.....
and the song... it was so beautiful too....
Yesterday,
You came to lift me up..
Life is strong, but brittle as a bird.
Today. I was less than a shadow on the wall.
Just one more step.
for the voice I hear...Tomarrow.
Leave the windows open.
As fear grows, please hold me in your arm.
Won't you help me if you can.
To shake this anger I need your gentle hands.
Keep me close.
'Cause I never thought I'd loose,
I only thought I'd win.
I never dreamed I'd feel,
This fire beneath my skin.
I can't believe you love me.
I never thought you'd come.
I guess I've misjudged love,
Between a father...and his son.
....It made mulder think. The flowers were falling as
the beautiful casket holding gold was buried. He wished
he had done so much more than watch.... but it
was so hard.....
"I love you william"....
The end!
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