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TITLE: Time Stops For No One (1/1) 
AUTHOR: Marlen 
E-MAIL: crmv@aol.com 
RATING: G 
CLASSIFICATION: Vignette, MSR 
KEYWORDS: MSR, Scully angst, post-ep 
SPOILER WARNING: Requiem post-ep 
SUMMARY: Scully's thoughts 
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. They belong to CC, 1013 and 
FOX. 
ARCHIVE: I will submit to Gossamer and Ephemeral myself. Otherwise, go right 
ahead! Just drop a note so I may visit. 
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! Crmv@aol.com 

Time Stops For No One (1/1) 
By Marlen 
Completed June 15, 2000 

Time stops for no one. 

There are no exceptions to the rule. 

Not even for a man whose relentless determination to find the truth exceeded 
everyone's expectations. 

Unappreciated and ridiculed, he was expected to fail right from the beginning. 

Even I didn't think I would be there long. 

Little did they know. 

Little did I know. 


A moment from long ago comes back to me. 

'Do you believe in the existence of extra- terrestrials?' 

*Your kidding right? Ok, I'll go with it.* 

'Logically, I would have to say no. Given the distances need to travel the far 
reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft 
capabilities.' 

Oh, Mulder, I was so wrong. And I would shout those words at the top of my lungs 
to anyone who would listen if it would bring you back to me. 

But it wouldn't. 


Time continues to shove forward, like a tornado, ignorant of the pain and 
destruction left behind. 

I see it slipping away, going faster and faster with a fluidity of a dream. 

But it's not a dream. 

He was taken away from me. 

Away from us. 

My thoughts are consumed by the fear that despite all my efforts, he will never 
be found. 

That he will never know about the incredible miracle we created. 

Together. 


Days turn into weeks and weeks into months since that fateful night in the 
forest when he walked right into their awaiting hands and out of my life. 

Mulder finally found the truth he was seeking and it engulfed him. 

Becoming a martyr for *their* cause. 

Time stops for no one. 

Or will it? 


end 

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