From: Matt Anderson Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 04:25:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: And She Will Never Forget It by Ladyhawke1121 Source: direct And She Will Never Forget It by Ladyhawke1121 Rating: PG Classification: VRA Archive: Please notify. (Redistribute with permission only, and with headers and disclaimers intact.) Spoilers: The whole shootin' match, up to and including End Game Summary: As I lay here resting in Mulder's arms, my mind is anything but restful. I feel such a murderous rage burning within me. Author's Notes This is my first time out for fanfic, so be gentle! Feed back adored at Ladyhawke1121@yahoo.com. Flames used to roast Chris Carter to a nice, golden brown. DISCLAIMER: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, and The X-Files do not belong to me. They are the property Of FOX Television, 1013 Productions, Chris Carter, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. They are used here without permission. No profit is being made by their use in this story. Don't sue. Poem by Patricia Kennealy-Morrison from her novel Blackmantle, published by HarperPrism is used without permission but with much love. I hope she doesn't find out about me using it, cause I'm a lot more afraid of her than 20th Century Fox! /////////////////////////////// If a wife be denied by her enemies her name and her love and her truth and her honor She will never forget it She will never forgive it And she will want it back. And she will take it back: For she will fight And she shall win And they shall be destroyed. Patricia Kennealy-Morrison ////////////////////////////////// As I lay here resting in Mulder's arms, my mind is anything but restful. I feel such a murderous rage burning within me. We have lost so much. No, that's not right. We haven't lost it. It has been taken from us. Taken from us by men who would hide the truth, whatever the cost. They have taken so much from us. His sister, his father and mother. His sanity, if only for a time. His freedom. His honor. His son. Our son. My sister, my health, three months of my life. My ability to conceive. My daughter. My son. Our son. And in the end, they almost took him too. Sentenced to death by lethal injection by a kangaroo court masquerading as a tribunal. They have attempted to take the very thing we've been fighting for the last nine years, the truth. No more. No more will they destroy whatever lives are in their way to accomplish their goals. No more. I am taking revenge against these thieves, these liars, these murderers. Revenge against the liars who have stolen our honor, who call us murderers and crack-pots. Revenge against the men who suggested our love and our child was ANYTHING other than pure. Revenge against those who made a mockery of law and justice. They will pay, with their lives. We will expose the truth, we will fight the future that has been set for us. I will hunt down every last member of the shadow government, every last super soldier, scientist, doctor, lawyer, politician and members of the military who are responsible. And not to save the world, although I hope and pray that we accomplish that too. That is just a bonus. I want revenge on those who have stolen so much from us. Nothing more. Nothing less. It will take years, to track them all down, to find their weakness and exploit them, kill them and expose the truth. But we'll have help. The Lone Gunmen are gone but Walter, John, and Monica will help us. Mulder still has contacts all over, both in the government and outside of it who would love nothing more than to see us succeed. We will take our lives back. We will take the world's chance at life back. They will be made to pay. Mulder shifts restlessly in my arms. He murmurs something and nestles into my neck a little more. I know he feels the same as I do. I've seen it in his eyes. Tomorrow we have much to discuss, to plan. I pull him closer and close my eyes. And wait for what the dawn will bring us. ////////////