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I recieved this piece of writing from T. Howard Rigney! I think this is great and i`m sure you will too!


Letter from Dana Katherine Scully to Fox William Mulder, April 27, 1999 -

My dearest, dearest Fox -

I place these words on paper in trepidation of how

you will feel when you read them and yes, Fox, fear. But I

don't know how else I can tell you this and I don't think I

could ever say these words to your face.

Our friendship has meant more to me than you will

ever know. When I first met you I felt that you were a little

strange and maybe even a little crazy. But, of course, you grew

on me. It is only natural that feelings will occur between two

partners who work together constantly over a long period of time.

You know it's more than that. You know, Fox. Even after all of my

studies and education, I still find myself unable to express the

depth of my admiration for you and your unshakable, unstoppable

Faith and the TRULY special heart that God has given you. And

I will NEVER, NEVER forget how often you have been there for me.

When Emily died I thought I might, too. Everyone had left the

Church and I knew that you had come in even before I heard you.

You slowly walked up to me and started talking to me. Fox, I

shall never, never forget the things we spoke of then, and the

truly remarkable depth of your character which was only then beginning

to be Revealed to me. And the way you held me and made me

feel safe when we discovered that they had stolen Emily's body

from us. There's also many things you might have thought were

"little," like when you simply held my hand after Peyton Ritter

accidentally shot me. And the way you always made me laugh,

like in the car before we went into the "Haunted" house last

Christmas Eve and the other day when you taught me how to hit

a baseball. I had such a good time with you then. These things

and many others were not so "little," and I shall always treasure them.

Fox I hope that you never, never give up on your quest

to find the Truth. But PLEASE remember that there is more to life

than your quest. I know how important it is to you that you find

Samantha. Please don't hate me for saying this, Fox, but I think

that she's probably dead.

We both know that your quest has become much bigger than

the two of us. I know you have trouble believing this but I think

that God meant for us to find one another, also. Mostly to

uncover the Truth and to bring those responsible to Justice,

but we both know that there is also another reason.

But Fox, I can not go on with this any longer. God in

His Wisdom has given me certain Gifts, and I no longer feel that

my Gifts are being used as they should be as an agent with the

Federal Bureau of Investigation. After much soul-searching, I

have come to a decision. It is time for me to face my fears and

begin my Residency, in order to continue my training as a Medical

Doctor. As you well know, becoming a physician is something I

had prepared myself to do for a long time (I no longer feel that

Physics is appropriate to my skills and talents). And I feel very deeply

that at this time I must begin to seek out Life, in all of its forms and beauty,

and spread my wings to their full extent, so that I may fly at the height which

God intended for me.

I also must tell you, Fox, that I am to be married this

June. I have met someone, Fox, and he understands me nearly as

well as you do and is a truly wonderful man. It is through tears

that I write this, but I MUST now ask you to stay away forever.

No further good can come of our continued acquaintanceship, Fox,

and as you know, I strongly feel that there are certain mistakes

which I MUST not make twice. It is not even a matter of right

or wrong to me, it is for my Peace of Mind. I am therefore asking

you to cease all association with me. Please do not call, please

do not write, please do not contact me in any manner what-so-ever.

Move on, Fox. There is someone very special out there for you -

someone whose heart is just as pure as yours is.

I will pray for you every night, Fox Mulder, as I have

prayed for you every night for the last six years. No matter

what path you choose in life, your persistence, passion and

TRULY remarkable determination will "get you through." I do

see these things, Fox. You have asked me for so long now to

Believe in things I find difficult (or can't understand). So

please Believe me now and Trust me that this is what is best for

both of us. I shall never, never forget you, Fox Mulder.

Love Always,

Dana Scully.

P.S. - Always keep your Faith, Fox.

And please allow ME to keep MINE.


The floodgates opened then, and Dana was surprised to find

that the tears did not stop for a long, long time. Special Agent

Dana Scully folded her letter, placed it in an envelope, sealed

and addressed it, and left it on her desk. She got up, glanced

nervously at the half-open closet door, and went into her bedroom

to search for sleep at 11:59 p.m. Friday evening.

That was the same time at which the bomb exploded at the

Washington, D.C. Headquarters of the Federal Bureau of

Investigation. Death took thirty-seven souls that evening,

including that of Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner.

The following are passages that Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Katherine Scully have highlighted in books, placed in prominent places in their homes, etc.
While only a small selection, it is hoped that they may help to lend insight into
their characters and motivations, as well as their behaviors in the
narration which follows. This may be of assistance in understanding why they
made the decisions they made. . . .

From a poster on Fox William Mulder's bedroom wall, as related by Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, 10/21/07:

"Erendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.
In panoply of ancient kings,
in chaind rings he armoured him;
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him;
his bow was made of dragon-horn,
his arrows shorn of ebony;
of silver was his habergeon,
scabbard of chalcedony;
his sword of steel was valiant,
of adamant his helmet tall,
and eagle-plume upon his crest,
upon his breast an emerald
he winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.
There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond,
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living Light,
and dauntless, then, with burning brow,
he turned his prow; and in the night
from otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.
He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk of Men and Elven-kin,
beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven-glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast:
the Silmaril as lantern light
and banner bright with living flame
to gleam thereon by Elbereth
herself was set, who thither came
and wings immortal made for him,
and laid on him undying doom,
to sail the shoreless skies and come
behind the Sun and light of Moon
From Evereven's lofty hills
where softly silver fountains fall
his wings him bore, a wandering light,
beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.
From World's End then he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadows journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Norland waters run.

And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbd star
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores where mortals are;
or ever still a herald on
an errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse."

J.R.R. Tolkein,
"Song of Erendil."

From highlighted passages in a book once belonging to Special Agent Fox William Mulder, now on display at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.:

"The wedlocks of minds will be greater than that of bodies."
Desiderius Erasmus,

"A good friend who points out mistakes and imperfections and rebukes
evil is to be respected as if he reveals a secret of hidden treasure."
Buddha (563BC - 483BC) Indian religious leader

"A pessimist is one who, when he has a choice of two evils, chooses both."
Oscar Wilde

From highlighted passages in books once belonging to Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, donated to the Smithsonian Institution 10/31/07:

"All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love."
Leo Tolstoy

"Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough."
George Washington Carver

"The first duty of love is to listen."
Paul Tillich

"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."
G. K. Chesterton

"The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance -- the idea that anything is possible."
Ray Bradbury

"God will protect us," [my mother] often said to June and me. "But to
make sure," she would add, "carry a heavy club."
Gypsy Rose Lee

"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on."
Carl Sandburg

"Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come
nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other."
Han Suyin

"Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things
which cannot be overcome when they are together yield
themselves up when taken little by little."

Found scribbled in Dana Katherine Scully's 3rd grade math notebook,
dated February 23, 1972:

1). "No rock is so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a
thousand years."
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

2). "Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting."
Christopher Morley

3). "He dosint have to be rich. He dosint have to be handsum. But he
must be willing to do anything for me and go anywhere with me.
And if he is, I will follow him, all the way into Hell if necussary.
He will be my freind first."

4). "I'm so bored. 24 + 37 = 61, yada-yada. But how do you measure
change? What about really really small changes? Is there a limit?"

Graffiti written in an English textbook used by Dana Scully,
dated March 24, 1979:

"I'm Going to marry Marcus!!!"

Graffiti found written in a math textbook used by Dana Scully, dated
February 24, 1979:

" 'The yellow raven sipped the air
Of thunder and of rain ...
The yellow raven sipped the air
Gentle lies kissing the rain ...

Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Take me away to somewhere
Take me away from here!
Where do you go, fantastic dreambird?
Answer to my yearning
Take me away from here!'
Scorpions, 1976
DS & KM 4-EVA!!!"

From a scribbling found in Dana Katherine Scully's freshman Physics notebook, now on display in the Rare Books Section in the Library of
the University of Maryland:

"We seek the Truth no matter where it may lead us"
Carl Sagan

Chapter One:

39 hours earlier:

Scully calmly entered into Mulder's office at 9:10 a.m. that Thursday
morning and plopped herself lazily into her customary chair.
She greeted him cheerily, "Morning, Mulder!" and promptly placed a
casual, bored look on her face. She didn't want him to know that she had been running.
Mulder glanced at his watch and pointed to it, raising his arm so that
she could see it clearly. "The TIME, Scully!" he told her.
"Mulder, I'm sorry I'm late but I had something to do last night and I do need to sleep once in a while!"
"Not today's time, Scully. I mean time in general. Real time. After
all, what is time, Scully?" he said with a wink.
Scully thought back to her past for a moment. "Welllllll. . .
Physicists tell us that space-time can be broken down into 'particles'
or 'events' and that those events can be taken apart and recombined
in any manner, as long as you have 'event symmetry.' Einstein's
relativity says that as you travel faster and faster, time slows for the
traveler relative to a person who is relatively stationary. Recent theory
speculates that space-time may have both discrete and continuous aspects.
Excuse me a minute." Scully reached out, took Mulder's pencil from
him, and broke it into four different pieces, smiling all the way through. It annoyed her when he fidgeted with it. "Now," she laughed, "On the side of philosophy, McTaggart said in 1968 that 'nothing that exists can be temporal, and therefore time is unreal,' and argued that change is essential to time - change in events, that is, and not in the objects involved. Then there's what we might call real time, which is our common-sense vision of time such as when you point to your watch, for example, 'Mulder, perhaps it's "time" you tell me what this is all about!' "
"Gladly, ma'am. Time travel!" (Scully rolled her eyes).
"Yup! Just to make your whole, uhm, day, I thought we would travel to
Washington University today to visit a Time Research Lab. There's been some interesting things going on there recently, to say the least."
"I'm sure there have, Mulder," Scully smiled.
"Okay! Meet me at my car at ten o'clock - and don't be late!" Mulder
asked her.
"Allll-righty then!" said Scully as she got up to leave. Scully then
simply waved good-bye to him, rolled her eyes once more, and walked out
the door. Mulder heard her say something out in the hall which he thought
sounded like "Passed toll, needs to get paid." He smiled to himself as he
realized that he had not yet cashed his check, and smiled once again at a
memory. "Time to run to the bank!" he said to himself. . . .
Scully, meanwhile, had caught the elevator. "My lucky day!" she thought
as she realized she had the car all to herself. But then she frowned as she realized that someone had stunk up the car with cigarette smoke.
"Some people are very inconsiderate!" she thought privately -
and thought no more of it.

Chapter Two:

Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner was in a good mood that
morning. He had just cashed his check, he was just returning from a long
holiday, baseball season was open, and spring was in full bloom.
He smiled to himself and got ready for another day of work as he strolled down the hall. He thought of his wife and kids, the investment in Internet stocks that might just pay off big, the booming economy, and back in Vietnam when (no not that!). Skinner steered his thoughts immediately
back to the present and snickered to himself over something they had said
on television the other night about Clinton. In short, he was mentally prepared for another routine day at the office. He went to the water fountain, took a drink (the water tasted a little foul, somehow), and went to his office door. "Morning!" he said cheerily to the cleaning man, who smiled back. He opened his office door, walked in. . . .and saw the Cigarette-Smoking Man staring him right in the face, sitting in
his chair. "Good MORNING!" said the devil with a smile.
"Don't you EVER knock!!!?"
Cancerman smiled to himself, took a very long drag on his cigarette, and stared right in Skinner's eyes. "I DID! No one ANSWERED."
"Get out of my chair."
"Suit yourself. But we need to 'have a little talk,' as They say."
Furious now, Skinner took his seat. "What's this about!?"
"Many things. It could be about your death, if you wish."
"Is that a threat?"
"Of course not. I don't need to make threats."
"Stop wasting my time," Skinner said, trying now to calm down.
"Very well. A Situation has arisen, for which we require your help."
"I've already paid my debt to you!" said Skinner, blood pressure rising
"Ah yes. That. But you forget, Agent Skinner, that once you make a deal with the devil, he owns you."
No longer able to keep his voice calm, Skinner said, "Give me one reason not to come over and strangle you right now!"
Cancerman laughed, took an especially annoying drag on his cigarette, and invited Bill Skinner, ex-Captain of the baseball team, Homecoming King,
Captain of the Debate Club, and the guy voted both "Most Popular" and "Most Likely to Succeed," to look down at his tie. A very tiny little red dot was reflecting off of it. Skinner looked down, saw it, and looked up
"Kind of matches the tie," said Cancerman.
"As you know, I work with certain interessssted partiessss."
Spender was really dragging out his s's now, really indulging in his role.
"It has come to Their attention" . . . . . another long interval to feed the habit which, it was hoped, would eventually kill him . . . . "That a Time Machine may soon come into existence, Agent Skinner. This, of course, could be a potential disaster for what's left of the Syndicate, and others," (he looked Skinner directly in the eyes again) "Especially if certain other parties were to gain possession of it." A last long drag on the remains of his cigarette. "Such as the Alien Rebels."
Even angrier now, Skinner demanded, "And why should I help you!?"
"Shall I call in Mr. Krycek? He's waiting out in the car."
Skinner was silent a few moments, collecting his thoughts. Spender waited for him, as he had plenty of time to kill.
". . . . . That won't be necessary."
"Two reasons, 'Special Agent' Skinner: One: The entire future of the world depends upon it. Two: We're not giving you any choice."
". . . . . Tell me what I have to do."
"I'll e-mail you," Spender said sarcastically.
He got up and put out the still-smoking remains of his cigarette
in Skinner's ash tray. Still snuffing out the cigarette, he looked at his
shoes, and said, "Stay away from these things." He then looked
Skinner right in the eyes, and told him, "They'll kill you."
C. G. B. Spender than walked out the door without bothering
to look back. Skinner took a pencil off of his desk and broke it
in half. He found himself wondering what Special Agent Dana
Scully would think if she knew, and what she would do in his place.

"Oh Mulder!" Scully expostulated. "Yes, Mulder, Yes!"
Mulder smiled affectionately at Scully, all the while keeping one eye

on the road. "No, Scully, I don't think so. The Aliens' technology has

evolved to the point where they can 'transcend relativity.' So the Aliens -

if there are 'Aliens,' of course," he said sarcastically while smiling at her,

"are from our own time frame and thus evolved on another planet

coextensive with our own time."

"Mulder, you're such a-" .....BEEEEEEEEP! "-ot!"

Mulder looked to his left, found himself the recipient of a rather

rude gesture from a fellow driver, and asked with a laugh, "What's that,

Scully? I didn't quite hear."

"Never mind. Besides, we're here, kiddo. And next time I drive."

"Next time."

Mulder pulled into the parking lot, turned off the engine, and they

both got out of the car. Squinting in the bright morning sunlight,

they both looked up at the five-storey building before them. " 'The Niels

Bohr Physical and Chemical Sciences Laboratories,' " Mulder read.

"Impressive!" (It was more a question than a statement).

Scully simply looked at him and rolled her eyes to give him her

opinion. They started to walk up the sidewalk, towards their appointment

(with Destiny...)

"What did Niels Bohr do?" asked Mulder, curious.

"Uh, structure of atoms, radiation, stuff like that. Nobel Prize 1922.

Mulder, there's something I-"

"Hey, Scully, remember that Haunted House we went to last

Christmas Eve?" interrupted Mulder.

"Yes? . . . "

"Tell me something. You really did have a good time that night,

didn't you. . . . "

Scully looked up at him, wondering if he saw the smile in her

eyes and hoping it didn't show too much. She didn't want him to

misunderstand. ". . . . Yeah, I guess I did!" Despite herself, a grin

broke out on her face. "But it wasn't 'haunted.' "

"Well, 'Be that as it may!' " Mulder broke out his best imitation

of Scully, and she laughed out loud - she just couldn't help herself, he was

just so funny - "I'm glad you had a good time. I had figured you might

like something different to do right around then, even if it was Christmas

Eve. Especially considering. . . . everything else that was going on around

that time. And as for the fine denizens of that spooky old mansion, let's just

agree that 'their exact nature or design could not be determined.' "

Scully smiled widely, and answered, "Well. . . . it's appreciated,

Mulder. You're a good friend. It's like they say, 'what's important in life is

the people you meet along the way.' " Scully quickly rubbed at an itch at the

corner of her eye. "Ah, here we are!"

Mulder was surprised to find that they were already at the door.

He opened it for her and remarked, "Beauty before age!" while gesturing at

the doorway. She put her hand on his back and playfully shoved him

through with a laugh. Two minutes later they were in the labs of Richard C.
Kelder, Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Physics. Five minutes later Dr. Kelder
was showing them a device which (he thought) had the potential to eventually become a Time Machine. Twenty minutes later Mulder's life changed forever.
". . . So you step in here," said Dr. Kelder to Scully. . . "and I go to the computer and simply hit 'control-alt-F1.' " Smiling widely, remem-
bering her days in the physics labs in college, Scully stepped into the booth.
"Okay, give it a try," she said, still smiling. Despite herself, she found that
she was taken in by Kelder's enthusiasm. She was having a lot of fun now.
Kelder "fired up" his creation. The lights in the room dimmed, a bright light flashed in the booth Scully was sitting in. . . . and nothing else happened.
"Well, that was interesting!" commented Scully.
Kelder visibly blushed. "Well, it still, uh, needs some work. I
think the electromagnetic field is fluctuating beyond allowable variations, and that's causing the 'Time-Warp,' as it were, to break down. But once
my grant application is approved" (Scully made a heroic effort not to grin,
she really did), "uh, yes, uh, I'll be able to hire a Research Assistant in order
to get these issues resolved."
"Why not increase your coil density? That'll give you more power!" suggested Scully.
Kelder gave her a puzzled look. "Are you a physicist?"
"Oh, I used to tinker around a bit" (Mulder looked at his shoes, stifling an appreciative laugh).
Kelder answered, "Well, it's a good idea, but again, any improvements are contingent upon my grant money coming through in May.
People just don't appreciate how science is so dependent upon financial support in order to 'make the wheels turn.' But then," (he sighed), "they expect us to improve their lives for them and 'magically' improve
the technology they've come to love so much, without being willing to supply us with the funding we need. This is just one example. I mean, just think of the benefits if one were to actually make a Time Machine!"
Before Mulder could get Kelder started on a 50-minute long
discussion on the philosophical and metaphysical implications and ramifications of time travel, Scully "wished him luck with that," politely
said good-bye and ushered Mulder out the door, turning to smile at Kelder and his "Time Machine" one last time.
Out in the hallway, Scully leaned over to Mulder and spoke
to him in a confidential tone. "Fascinating, Mulder. But I don't see why
this is an 'X-File.' "
"It's not. But I strongly suspect it's going to become one very
Scully tilted her head upwards towards him in sudden understanding. Five minutes later, they were in the parking lot, being
confronted by the Cigarette-Smoking Man.
"Smokey! Imagine seeing you here!" said Mulder with an
exaggerated smile. "I was just thinking of you!"
"Mulder, I'm here as a friend." Mulder let loose a sarcastic laugh. "Scully, Mulder, I came here today to warn you off of this. I assure
you that you will be in grave danger if you pursue this any further."
Mulder put his hand gently on Scully's lower back, urging her
forward. She was shaking slightly, just barely discernible to his touch. Mulder knew it wasn't because of what Spender had said, but who he
was. "We'll take our chances, Cancerboy." Together, they walked over to
the car, with Spender staring after them. Scully shivered. It wasn't cold out.
Very quietly, Mulder said to her, "Dana, suppose there's a one-in-ten chance that Kelder pulls this thing off and that monster over there gets his hands on it. Even with a one-in-ten chance of that, we can't afford to ignore it. This could turn out to be a really bad thing. Tell me I'm wrong here, Scully."
Scully couldn't. She just stared into Mulder's eyes, wishing she
could read his thoughts, wondering what was going on in that brilliant and yet muddled mind of his. Mulder looked back, enjoying for the ten thousandth time looking into Scully's brilliant depths and beyond into the golden, unstoppable heart he knew was underneath. And then, very suddenly, he heard a loud 'pop,' and everything changed in an instant. Scully's head tilted slightly to the side, and all of a sudden the light suddenly
just vanished from her eyes. One moment it was there, the next it was not. Everything went into slow motion then. Scully's jaw dropped down, and then she started to fall to her right. Lightning-fast, a thought flew through Mulder's brain: "She's okay though no she's not Fox help me!" He
heard three loud bangs from his left as he saw his own arm coming up, gun
in hand. Reflexively, his head turned to the left, and he saw Spender standing with his knees bent, arms outstretched, fire spouting out of a gun he held in both hands like an image of his soul in Hell. He then saw his own gun fire in the same direction, and saw a man there bouncing up and down as if he were dancing, and then falling down and remaining motionless.
Then everything suddenly went back to normal speed. Mulder wished to God it hadn't.
"She's okay though she's okay she's okay she's okay she's fine it
just glanced her she's good everything's good she's just fine she's okay!" Except that she wasn't, and Mulder knew it. Gently, he held her up in his arms, cradling her as she had once cradled him in the depths of the
Antarctic, with a last vestige of strength that by all rights should have been exhausted. In utter disbelief and despair, he found himself shouting the word "No!" to the clouds at the top of his lungs, a desperate cry of denial and negation to a deaf and unresponsive Universe. He shouted her name as loud as he was able, and then Mulder found himself sobbing against her still-warm shoulder.
Fox Mulder didn't even hear Spender. He was a little busy just then.
"Mulder." No response.
Spender then grabbed Mulder by the armpits and hoisted him up. Mulder stared back at him blankly.
"Mulder! Mulder listen to me! You've never given up hope before, don't now!" Spender grabbed Mulder by his shoulders and shook him. "Listen to me, Son! There may still be a way!"

Here is another piece from Timothy Rigney and i`m sure you`ll enjoy it!

Dana Katherine Scully found herself looking up into Mulder's
eyes, wondering what was going on in that brilliant and yet muddled mind of his.
"How am I ever going to tell him?" she wondered. "He's so special, I don't want
to hurt him. Oh GOD what if I lose his friendship? What am I going to do? I have to listen, this is important to him. What's that hey that hurt!" She suddenly found herself falling, and then was floating above her body looking at Mulder cradling her on the ground and shouting something at her. "What's going on?"
she wondered. "Why am I . . . . oh my GOD! But I can't be dead I have so much
to do yet and I have to. . . . Oh my GOD! Oh my GOD! FOX HELP ME!!!!!"
Dana Katherine Scully then found herself being drawn upwards, away from her friend Fox and everything she had ever known. There was a bright light around her and yes, there was a white light up above. "Welp. . . . I guess this is it!" she thought. "At least I found love. . . ." She suddenly realized who it was that she was thinking of. Then she started to move horizontally, forwards, faster and faster into the unknown. Overwhelmed, she broke down and began to cry, great sobs that racked her lungs and left her gasping for air (this made complete
sense to her at the time).
She kept moving forward and forward, not knowing her destination and already missing what (no, who) she was leaving behind. Suddenly, images from her life began to move past her slowly on both sides:
At age three, listening to her mother:
"I'm sorry, Mommy!"
"I know, Dana, but I want this to be a learning experience for you. You're
very special and I don't want you to ever forget that."
Age seven, also with her mother:
"But Dana, what does it matter if you were 'picked last' at recess for some stupid baseball game? C'mon, dry those tears, sweetheart. Besides, they're just
kids, they'll grow up some day..."
Age 16: "I don't care!!! You don't understand! This 'curfew' thing is bullshit anyway! No I won't 'watch my language,' I have every right to come and go as I
please. You don't own me!!!" A sound of a door slamming. Scully winced, regretting the memory and missing her father terribly.
Another memory, at age 18, delivering her Valedictory Address. Then college and all her experiences there - both in and outside of the classroom.
Medical School and all of her friends there, and hours and hours upon hours of
studying. The time she threw up the first day of Anatomy Class and everybody
laughed at her. Her first exam returned, with a big 'F' on the front of it. Then, her eventual success when she earned her nickname of "Hurricane Scully" and began to shine and show her true potential to be a truly gifted Medical Doctor.
And then:
'Are you familiar with the X-Files?'
'I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena.'
'This is bullshit this is not what I went to Medical School for
I think I'm going to oh my GOD he's handsome!. . . .
Agent Mulder, I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with
you!' . . . . 'Oh, isn't it nice to be suddenly so highly-regarded.
So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?'
. . . 'We need to talk, Scully. . . . ' . . . 'Y-. . . Yes, tomorrow.'
. . . 'I don't get it Mulder. Does this have something to do with an X-
File? I thought you only liked those, er, paranormal type cases. Am
I missing something here?'
. . . 'What are you going to do?' . . . 'I'm. . . . . not going to give up.
I can't give up. Not as long as the Truth is out there. . . . '
. . . 'Mulder, we have to go. . . . evidence is worthless if you're dead.'
. . . 'I need something to put my back up against' . . .'I feel the same
way. We've both lost so much. But I believe what we're looking
for is in the X-Files. I'm more certain than ever that the Truth is
in there' . . . . 'I've heard the Truth, Mulder. . . . Now what I want
are the answers!. . . .'
. . . 'Earlier this morning, I got a call from the police, asking me to
come to Agent Mulder's apartment. The detective asked me ... he needed me to identify a body. . . . (Oh my God I can't believe I'm
doing this. . . . God forgive me). . . Agent Mulder died late last night from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.'
. . . 'Dana, she needs your help. She needs you, Dana. . . . Go to her.' . . . .' Who - Who is this?'
. . . . 'According to this - - - I am Emily's mother!. . . . '

. . . 'It begins where it ends - in nothingness - A nightmare born in deepest fears, coming to me unguarded - Whispering images unlocked from time and distance - A Soul unbound - touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at last, I reach the end - - - Facing a Truth I can no longer deny. Alone, as ever. . . . '
. . . ' Who are the men who would create a life whose only
hope was to die?'. . . . 'I don't know - but the fact that you found her . . . and had a chance to love her - then maybe she was meant for that too.'. . . 'She found me.'. . . . 'So that you could save her.' .
. . . 'There is evidence of what they did . . . . Oh God - hold me, Mulder!'
. . . .'Do you believe there is a life after this one?'
. . . Yes.'
. . . 'Are you sure? . . . . Has it occurred to you that maybe this, too,

is part of what you were meant to understand?'. . . . 'You mean,

accepting my loss?'. . . . 'Can you accept it?'. . . . 'Maybe that's

what Faith is!. . . . '

. . . 'Mulder, whatever you may believe. . . this time they may have




. . . 'Mulder, get in the car . . . THERE'S NO TIME! ! !'

. . . 'Scully!?' . . . 'Yeah?. . .' . . . . 'RUN!!!'

. . . 'But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been

sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have

saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest ... you've

made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you

owe me nothing!' . . .'Mulder - something's wrong. . .'

. . . 'So if that were true, that would mean that Gibson is in some

part extraterrestrial.' . . . . 'It would mean that all of us are!'

'His name was Maurice. He was a... a brooding but heroic young

man beloved of Lyda, a sublime beauty with a light that seemed to

follow her wherever she went. They were likened to two angels

descended from heaven whom the gods could not protect from the

horrors being visited upon this cold, grey earth.' . . . . 'And what

happened to them?' . . . . 'Driven by a tragic fear of separation they

forged a lovers' pact so that they might spend eternity together and

not spend one precious Christmas apart.'

. . . 'Sir - I wouldn't bet against him.'

. . . 'Right. We're going to wait on the pitch. We're going to keep

our eye on the ball. Then, we're just going to make contact. We're

not going to think. We're just going to let it fly, Scully, okay?

- - - All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that

little ball... the rest of the world just fades away-- all your everyday,

nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock. How you

probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's

salary. How you threw away a promising career in medicine...

to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner. Getting into the

heart of a global conspiracy. Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill.

Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not

yours.'. . . . 'Shut up, Mulder! I'm playing baseball!'

All of a sudden, images and sounds began to pass by that

Dana Katherine had never seen before. She was very confused by

what she was seeing and hearing. It was her, and yet she had no

memory of these things:

. . . 'From Space, it seems an abstraction-- a magician's trick on a

darkened stage. And from this distance one might never imagine

that it is alive. It first appeared in the sea almost four billion years

ago in the form of single-celled life. In an explosion of life spanning

millions of years, nature's first multicellular organisms began to

multiply... and then it stopped. 440 million years ago, a great mass

extinction would kill off nearly every species on the planet leaving

the vast oceans decimated and empty. Slowly, plants began to

evolve, then insects, only to be wiped out in the second great mass

extinction upon the Earth. The cycle repeated again and again.

Reptiles emerging, independent of the sea only to be killed

off. Then dinosaurs, struggling to life along with the first birds, fish,

and flowering plants - their decimations Earth's fourth and fifth great

extinctions. Only 100,000 years ago, Homo Sapiens appear-- man.

From cave paintings to the Bible to Columbus and Apollo 11, we

have been a tireless force upon the Earth and off, cataloguing the

natural world as it unfolds to us. Rising to a world population of over

five billion people all descended from that original single cell, that

first spark of life. But for all our knowledge, what no one can say for

certain, is what. . . or who. . . ignited that original spark. Is there a

plan, a purpose or a reason to our existence? Will we pass, as those

before us, into oblivion, into the sixth extinction that scientists warn

is already in progress? . . . . Or will the mystery be revealed through

a sign, a symbol. . . a revelation?'

. . . 'I know that you can hear me. If you can just give me some sign.

I want you to know where I've been... what I found. I think that, if you

know, that you could find a way to hold on. I need you to hold on. I

found a key... the key... to every question that has ever been asked.

It's a puzzle... but the pieces are there for us to put together and I

know that they can save you if you can just hold on. Mulder...

please - Hold on!'

. . .'Mulder I don't believe that I. . . I don't believe it . . . it's


. . .'Is it any more impossible than what you saw in Africa? Or what

you saw in me.' . . . 'I don't know what to believe anymore. . . .

. . . . I was so determined to find a cure to save you, that I could deny what it was that I saw! And now I don't even know, I don't know. . . I don't know what the truth is, I don't know who to listen to,
I don't know who to trust! . . . . Diana Fowley was found murdered

this morning. I never trusted her... but she helped save your life just

as much as I did. She gave me that book. It was her key that led me

to you. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I know she was your friend.' . . . . 'Scully I was like you once, I didn't know who to trust, and I . . . . I chose another path. . . . another life, another fate where I found my sister. The end of my world was . . . unrecognizable and upside-down. There was one thing that remained the same. You. . . were my friend - and you told me the Truth. Even when the world was falling apart you were my constant. My touchstone.' . . . . 'And you are mine!' (Dana Katherine saw the image of herself placing a
baseball cap on Mulder's head. She recognized its meaning and burst into tears.)
. . . ' We will find him. I have to. . . . . I loved him. . . . I'm having a

hard time explaining it. Or believing it. But, um. . . I'm pregnant!'

. . .' Whatever you and I may differ on, I'll find him, Agent Scully.'

. . . 'He was the last. His father and mother... his sister... all

gone. I think the real tragedy... is that for all of his pain and

searching... the truth that he worked so hard to find was never

truly revealed to him. . . . I can't truly believe I'm really standing


( ' What am I seeing!?' thought Dana Katherine. )

. . .'Do you know...? Do you have any idea what you've been

through?' . . . . . 'Only what I see in your face.'

. . .'Mulder... I don't know if you'll ever understand what it was

like. First learning of your abduction... and then searching for you

and finding you dead. And now to have you back and, uh... I prayed

a lot. And my prayers have been answered!'

. . . 'Get him out of there, Gunmen! ! ! !'

. . . 'They want my baby. Why?'

. . . 'Agent Doggett. Get on the phone. If we're going to get Scully

out of here we're going to need some help.'

. . . ' What are you going to call him?. . . . William . . . . . after your

father. . . .'

. . . 'I don't understand, Mulder-- they came to take him from us--

why they didn't.'. . . .'I don't quite understand that either. Except that

maybe he isn't what they thought he was. That doesn't make him

any less of a miracle though, does it? ' . . . 'From the moment I

became pregnant, I feared the Truth... about how... and why. And I

know that you feared it, too.'. . . . 'I think what we feared were the

possibilities. The Truth we both know.' . . . .'Which is what?' "

Very suddenly, the images and sounds stopped, and

Dana Katherine found that she was no longer moving forward. She looked in front of her, and all of a sudden. . . . "DADDY! ! ! ! !
Oh my God DADDY! ! ! !" She raced forward and into her
daddy's waiting arms. He hugged her tightly and she melted into
his arms, finally reunited with her long-dead father.
"I love him, Daddy!"
"I know, sweetheart."
"I'm SO happy to see you. But I already miss him so
much! But I'm so confused, I have so many questions!"
"You always did, 'Scout.' "
'Scout' sobbed. She wasn't the only one.
"What happened, Daddy!?"
"Someone who's very mean has done something
very bad. But you know by now that things aren't
always as they seem. . . . . He's going to save you,
"Daddy". . . (she sobbed) . . . . "he already has!"

Chapter Five -

Mulder sat in the van, staring into space. He still could not

believe that Scully was gone. He kept thinking about earlier in the morning.

She had been so alive, so happy, so vital. He remembered the laughter they

had shared earlier and how happy she had seemed in the "Time Lab." He

hadn't had the first clue that that morning might very well be the last time

that they were ever together.

Spender had done what he did best. He had grabbed Mulder (who was very, very far from being in any condition to resist) and hoisted him into a nearby blue van, and then taken Scully's body and placed it, surprisingly gently, into the back. Five minutes later they were much further away from the crime scene than anybody would have imagined possible. Spender had pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned drive-in movie theater, and was droning on about the future or some such B. S., but Mulder was not yet ready to listen.
Mulder's thoughts were darker than they had ever been. He kept thinking about that morning and how playful she had been - and yet, there seemed to be a certain seriousness hidden underneath the playfulness. It almost seemed as if she had wanted to tell him something, but seemed unable to. Mulder racked his brain - or, rather, his brain racked itself, for he certainly had no control at this point over his racing thoughts: "Mulder, I'm sorry I'm late but I had something to do last night" . . . . "Uh, structure of atoms, radiation, stuff like that. Mulder, there's something I. . . "
"You're a good friend. It's like they say, 'what's important in life is

the people you meet along the way.' " . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Oh, I used to tinker around a bit." Mulder's head fell into his hands, and he
started to weep - deep, dark, heart wrenching sobs that made ever Spender
feel for him. His thoughts became darker and darker, and began to turn
towards murder. Words went through his suffering mind, unsummoned and
unwanted: "She was my friend. She was the best friend I ever had and now she's gone. Dana was my heart, my soul, my image in the mirror. Maybe her heart wasn't "pure," but neither is mine. She knew that and she accepted me for who I am, as I took her for all she was. She lent me her both her genius and her golden heart. She pushed me back on the right path and showed me when I was wrong. She was the 'yes' to my 'no,' the 'up' to my
'down,' the 'white' to my 'black.' I didn't even realize what she meant to me
until now and now she's gone! I'll never know for sure how she felt. But I feel like this person was my Soulmate. She was so perfect for me. And I was a lucky dog to even meet her. She really did have the rarest of hearts, a
heart of gold. Her integrity was unquestionable, her strength unlimited, her patience astonishing, her mind so remarkable, and her love infinite. I . . .
I loved her!" Mulder suddenly realized that he had been talking aloud. He didn't care.
"Well then. . ." said the devil in disguise. "Mulder. . . as I said,
there may still be a way."
Mulder looked up at Spender through tears and hatred - but with just a shade of hope. - Smash Hits You Control

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