From: "C.J." Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 13:28:43 -0700 Subject: Story from C.J. Angels Come By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Disclaimer: Do we really have to do this? I mean, if I owned these characters or even had ANY say over what happened to them, they would have been together and married a LONG time ago (Well, maybe not MARRIED, but still, you get my point). Also, I woul dn't have to write fanfic about them. I'd just put it in the show. As it is, they belong to Chris Carter (Hail to the fuhror!) and the rest of the gang out there in Fox studios. Oh, and I haven't read all of the Gethsemane fanfic stories, so if this st ory bears any resemblance to any of them, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Spoiler Warnings: Pretty much just Gethsemane. There may be a few others hiding in there though. Rating: Slight PG-13 for language Category/Key words: Mulder angst, Scully angst, MSR. Archive: Absolutely anywhere. If you like it enough to actually use it, by all means. Just do me a favor and tell me where it's headed, alright? Oh, and please keep my name attached, huh? Summary: Mulder and Scully are separated again by death. Scully believes Mulder is dead. Mulder must find Scully's cure and make it back to her before she does something to get herself killed. WARNING: This IS a MSR!!! All of you anti-shippers get out of here! We don't want your kind around here! Okay, I guess you can stay if you like. Just don't come crying to me if you don't like the relationship thing. I personally believe that they be long together. :-) Hi everybody! How are we all doing today? This is my VERY FIRST story for the Internet. Don't you just hate it when fanfic stories are made in which characters act NOTHING like they probably would? Well, if you hate that sort of thing, you may not lik e certain parts of this story. I tried to get it as authentic as I thought it might be, but when I look back on the story, I realize that a lot of it isn't how I think they would ever act on the show. Just thought I'd clear that up. I would like to tha nk my cyber friend, Scully, for making me keep the title. I really am starting to like it, Tanya (please note I put a character in the story named after you). Oh, and I know, we ALL know what happened after "Gethsemane." If you don't know what episode I'm talking about, I would really like to know how you expect to understand any this. Anyway, even though everyone knows what happened already, I got this idea in my head and I HAD to get it out some way, so I figured all the shippers out there might appreciate another little story since CC obviously doesn't want it. Just humor me. BTW, please forget about the scene from the episode of Scully identifying the body, because I rewrote it to suit my own needs (actually, the only thing that needs to be known for my story is that Scully's cancer was blamed on Mulder and that Mulder shot himself). I would appreciate any comments. Praises or flames. Just remember, it is only my first story and flames too high will crush my will to go on writing any long er. Then again, I might just keep writing to torture you. ;-) On with the show... (curtains rise, the audience grows silent) Angels Come (1/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Scully was crushed, to say the least. She had woken up this morning with the intention of going to Mulder's apartment to straighten everything out. To apologize to him for placing the blame on him for her cancer. Instead, her shower was interrupted by a phone call. A phone call which she had prayed she would never have to even think about. She answered the phone, believing that it was Mulder. That he wanted to tell her how sorry he was about the pain he had caused her. She had every intention of telling him that she hadn't meant a word of it. That she was just angry at her disease, the injustice of it. She had planned to tell him she loved him. Instead, she was asked to come to Mulder's apartment right away. When she asked why, the young man on the other end told her she was needed to identify a body. HIS body. She quietly agreed that she'd be there shortly. After she hung up the phone, she let out a sob of disbelief loud enough that the neighbors probably could have heard. *********** She hadn't been kept long. She couldn't even remember who was at the apartment. All she could remember was walking in and finding a circle of dried blood lying next to the couch. Her focus landed next on a tall, lanky form lying beside it. The form was completely still. She could vaguely remember a young cop telling her that they had left the scene exactly as they had found it. She walked slowly toward the body that laid on it's stomach, with it's left hand trapped between the floor and torso, the other one outstretche d with a gun lying just out of reach. She knelt beside the body and reached out to turn it over. But before she could touch it, one of the cops grabbed her hand and told her that she'd have to wear gloves so as not to disturb the evidence. She glared at him with a look of both hatred and despair. She knew that she was being irrational, but she didn't really care at this point. The officer saw this and acknowledged it by taking his hand off hers and motioning for the other officers to move away. They all left the apartment and closed the door. They saw the need in her eyes to be left alone with him. After all of them were gone, Scully looked back at the body. Keeping her mental fingers crossed, she continued with her hand to turn him over. She gasped and almost threw up. "No, Mulder." What she saw WAS Mulder, but he had been so maimed. His face, the face that she saw in her wildest dreams every night, was half blown off by a bullet placed there at point-blank range. But the thing that unnerved her the most, the thing that would haunt her forever was the look on his face. It was one of anguish. Not like any she had seen him make before. It was pure agony. She reached out to touch his face, the side that was still intact. He was so cold. When she couldn't stand the sight of it anymore, she started to look over the rest of the body. It seemed alright, but in his left hand, there was a small piece of paper. She cleared her eyes of the tears that were brimming, ready to overflow. Although she knew it was directly against everything she should have done at a crime scene, she reached down and took the piece from the fingers. It wasn't just a piece of paper, but an envelope. On the front of it was a word scrawled in Mulder's handw riting: Scully. She looked around and tucked it into her coat pocket. Taking one last look at him, she put two fingers to her lips, kissed them, and brought them down to his. "Good-bye, Mulder. I love you." With that, she turned around and walked out of the apartment. *********** Back in her apartment, Scully sat down on her couch. She had even forgotten to remove her trench coat. She knew there would be no sleep this night. Probably not for several nights to come. She remembered that she had called her mom to tell her she wouldn't be over the next day to see her. She explained her reason, and her mother told her that she'd come to Scully's apartment. Scully had refused, saying she needed some time to think. Sitting on the couch, she curled up in a ball, wrapping her arms around herself protectively, and cried. Just as she thought she could cry no more, she remembered the envelope in her pocket. Glad that she hadn't removed her coat, she reached into its depths and grasped the last item left to her by the man she loved. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she opened it and read: Dana, I want to say I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. If I could take it all back, I would in an instant. As it is, I cannot stay and watch you die, knowing that it is all my fault. I know you will grieve, but believe me, it is al l for the best. If there is any such thing as a Heaven, I know it will never compare to our time together. I WILL be with you again. I want you to know that my life was complete because I got to spend a few short years of it with you. I love you and I will always be with you. Yours Eternally, Fox As she stared at the note, she thought what he must have been thinking when he wrote it. She only wished that she had been there for him, there to tell him how much he truly meant to her. That she loved him. Now she would never have that chance. End part one. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Like it? I'm assuming by the fact that you actually went this far into it that you do, or you're waiting for "Days of Our Lives" to come on and have nothing better to do. Either way, I'm happy. Disclaimer: See part one if you've forgotten that my name isn't Chris Carter. Onward and upward... Angels Come (2/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com He awoke with a start. Looking around him, he tried to find his bearings. Then he remembered. He'd been sitting on his couch, thinking about some of the things that had happened recently. He was about to call Scully to apologize for things when he ha d heard keys jingling in the door. ********** He hadn't been worried about it. He'd just thought that it was Scully there to check up on him. Imagine his surprise when the one and only Alex Krycek walked into his apartment. He was on his feet immediately, but Krycek had been ready for this; he al ready had his gun trained on Mulder. "What the hell do you want, Krycek?" "Agent Mulder, can't we ever have a friendly conversation without voices turning so harsh?" Mulder had to smile. "Well, it's kind of hard to be friendly with someone when they come into your house unannounced with a gun trained on you, isn't it?" Krycek looked down quickly to his gun. "Oh this? This is just a precaution to be sure that you didn't blow my head off when I walked in." Mulder was getting tired of this. "Is there some special reason that you're here, or did you just want to say hi?" "Actually, I was sent here to kill you. Don't begin thinking that we're pals now or anything, but I'm going to do you a favor." Mulder shook his head. "I can do without your kind of favors." Krycek looked at his opponent. He shook himself out of his daze. He would use the direct approach. It's not like they were friends or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Scully's dying, Mulder." Mulder laughed mockingly. "Tell me something I don't know." "No, I mean that she's dying right now. The men that I am associated with have decided that she's become too dangerous, so they've activated the cancer to be more aggressive. She'll be dead within the next two weeks." Mulder could only stand there with a dazed look on his face. Then a little part of his mind peeped up over the rest of it. He looked at Krycek inten tly. "Why should I believe you? I mean, you and I aren't exactly the best of buddies." "There is no reason for you to. But, you can either believe me and I'll help you, or you can not believe me, I'll leave right now and you can wait and see for yourself." "I thought you were sent to kill me. Why haven't you?" Mulder was stalling, trying to read Krycek's face. "Listen, Mulder. Let's not beat around the bush. I don't like you and you don't like me. But, as much as I don't like you, I like the men who sent me less. And believe it or not, I do have a family and I wouldn't like to see them hurt in a world colo nization." Mulder almost smiled. "That's funny, Krycek, I never really pictured you as a family man." "Hey, I'm not talking wife and kids. But I do have parents, a sister, a brother." "Hmm. Parents. I thought things like you crawled from under rocks." Krycek sighed. "Listen. It's not that I'm not enjoying this little conversation, but I don't have a lot of time. What's it gonna be? Come with me and save Scully's life, or stay here, watch her die, and then be killed by another assassin sent to take my place?" Mulder closed his eyes briefly. Did he really have any choice? He looked up at Krycek. "People will look for me if I just disappear suddenly. Scully will look for me, anyhow." "Thought of it, already." He lowered his gun and went to the door of Mulder's apartment. Opening it, he moved out of the way. Coming through the door was the alien bounty hunter. "What the hell?" Mulder was already on his feet. "Hold it a second, Mulder. This man is here to help us." "I don't think I want any part of his help. I've seen him in action before." "This is the only way. Believe me. He won't hurt you. This man can be trusted. He's not the same man you encountered before." Mulder sighed in resignation. "What's the plan?" Krycek explained. "This is Tom. He is a shape-shifter, as you already know. He is going to be you. What I mean is, he's going to be the dead you. You're about to commit suicide." Mulder's eyes widened. "What?!?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Tom stepped in. "I can make myself look like you. Well, for our purposes, a very maimed you. I also have the ability to stop my pulse for an extended amount of time, to give the appearance of death." "But, aren't you a healer?" Mulder asked the shapeshifter. "Couldn't you just heal her?" "Yes, I could heal her, but not permanently. There would still be a chance it could come back. This way is better." "What about blood? Committing suicide and being maimed usually produces some blood if I'm not mistaken." Mulder was still in shock over all of this. Krycek produced a bag from his coat pocket. It was filled with a thick red substance. Blood. "This blood is yours. It was taken from a hospital where you recently gave blood. We'll spread this around on your carpet, next to your 'body'." Mulder shook his head to clear it. "Okay. But how are you going to get out of being buried?" "You are an organ donor, right?" Tom asked. "Yes, I am." "Then, it will be easy. I have many friends in the hospital. He will remove all of 'your' organs, and then you will have to have a close-casket ceremony. In your casket will be the body of someone who looks remarkably like you, just in case. This man is a clone that we have been perfecting since we learned of Scully's cancer. He is not a perfect look-alike, though, so he will be there only for emergency purposes." "Looks like you guys have been planning this for some time," Mulder said. Krycek spoke up now. "We've had to be very thorough, if we are to fool everyone." "I have one more question. How am I going to be able to come back to life? I don't have any intentions of staying dead to everyone I know." Krycek looked away for a moment. "I knew that this question was coming. Of course you will be able to return to your life after the cancer is removed to where *they* can't activate it again. But for now, so Scully won't want an autopsy, thinking it wa s murder, you'll have to write her a suicide note. You must keep her totally in the dark about this. She must really believe you're dead. They'll be watching her closely. The only downside to this plan is, once it is learned that you're truly alive, m y life will be worth shit. I'll be dead within a couple of days." Mulder studied him closely. "Then why do all this for us?" Krycek smiled. "Like I said, my family is important to me. If you and Scully were eliminated, no one would be left to stop them. You two are the ONLY ones who have the power to do it." "Okay. Let's do this." Mulder sat down to write the letter. He was hesitant about putting in the last part, but he figured if he was going to tell her he loved her, it should be before one of them died, in case this plan failed. Besides, he had more courage to say it in a letter. When he got back, if she felt the same, he would have the courage to say it out loud. When he was done with it, he stuffed it in an envelope and wrote her name on the outside. A thought came to him suddenly, and he sat down and wrote another letter quickly. Scully would probably kick his ass for this, but he needed to make sure she was taken care of. He put that one in an envelope, scrawled an address on it, licked a stamp and quickly put it on the outside. Then he turned to Krycek, who was just finishing spreading the blood on his carpet by his couch. He tried some humor. "You know, I'm going to have to replace my carpeting when I get back. Blood is a son of a bitch to try and get out." The corners of Krycek's mouth turned up slightly. "Okay, Tom. Get over here and do your stuff." Tom walked toward Mulder until the two men were face to face. Then Mulder stood amazed as Tom's face and body shape morphed slowly into his own. Soon it was like gazing into a mirror. Mulder gasped. "Oh my god." Krycek looked up, on alert. "What is it?" "I just realized how unbelievably good looking I am." Mulder looked at Krycek. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" He almost laughed. Krycek shook his head. "You know, you really are a bastard." Mulder turned back to Tom. His mirror image now made him sick to his stomach. Tom had morphed half of his face into a bloody mess. "Ugh. Forget I said anything." Mulder turned away. "So this is what Scully will be seeing?" "Yep. Now, Tom knows what to do. We gotta get going. Some people will be sent by soon to see if I did my job." Krycek walked to the door and waited for Mulder. Mulder joined him at the door, and followed him toward what he hoped would be Scully's cure. ********** Now, he was in a laboratory, waiting for some results... End part two. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- You like? Remember, I thrive on mail. :-) Disclaimer: Not Chris Carter. I am C.J. Close enough in the first names, but no cigar. As a result, the characters are not mine. Although, any characters NOT found on the show I'll claim. Chris, you can borrow 'em, but treat 'em right, okay? Plus, I think I can claim Tom. Although he is a shape-shifting alien, HE has never been on the show. And away we go... Angels Come (3/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Scully didn't know what to do with herself. She had went to Mulder's service, but she wasn't feeling well enough to go to the cemetery. Within the last few days, she'd been getting sicker. She had just barely made it through the meeting with the FBI b oard to announce Mulder's suicide. She was just about to go to bed when there was a knock at her door. She pulled herself off the couch and over to the door. Looking through the peephole, her face suddenly brightened. She took the chain off the door and threw it open. "Tanya!" she practically yelled, and threw her arms around her cousin. Tanya Scully walked into her cousin's apartment, getting the door shut behind her. Then they went and sat on the couch. She smiled at her cousin. "Dana, how are you?" "Fine." Scully knew it wasn't true at all, but she didn't want to upset Tanya. They had been best friends since childhood, when they wrote to each other all the time and visited whenever possible. They had told each other everything, but this was one thing that she just couldn't bring herself to tell her cousin. Tanya's face grew serious. "Dana, that's bullshit and you know it. You look like hell, and I-I can't believe you didn't tell me about your cancer." Scully's mouth fell open. "I-I--I didn't want to worry you." "Oh, so you were just going to wait for your death, so I wouldn't get to say good-bye. So it would be up to Aunt Maggie to tell me?" Tanya's face softened. "Do you know how it made me feel to hear it from a complete stranger?" Scully frowned. "Who told you? I told the family not to tell anyone. And the only person I ever talked about you to who wasn't in the family was M-M--Mulder." She started to cry again. Tanya pulled her cousin into her arms. "I'm sorry about yelling at you. I was just worried. I was sent a letter; it told me to come take care of you. I didn't mean to make you cry." Scully sniffed a little. "It's not you. It's just that Mulder--Mulder--" "What is it, Dana? What about Mulder?" She was a little worried at this stage. She decided on using a light tone of voice. "Did you finally tell him what you've been whining to me about for the past few years?" Scully turned away from Tanya and looked out the window. She had stopped crying so loudly, but tears were still running down her cheeks silently. "No. I wish I had've, though. He's dead." She said it a neutral as possible, trying to detach herself. Tanya's breath caught in her throat at the news. "God, Dana. I'm so sorry. What happened?" "He shot himself last week at his apartment. Oh, Tanya, I can't believe he did it." She was losing the control she had just so desperately composed. "Are you sure it was him?" "I'm sure. He wrote me a letter. A-A suicide note. I'll get it." She got up and walked over to her coat. She reached in for the envelope she had put back there after she had read it last week. She dug it out and took it over to the other woman. Tanya took it and read it carefully. "So he did love you. At least you know now." Scully laughed bitterly. "A hell of a lot of good it does me now. All I can do now is sit back and wait to die from the tumor. I almost welcome it." Tanya's eyes widened in shock. "I can't believe you said that. You could still beat this. What happened to my strong-willed, mule-headed cousin?" "She died in apartment forty-two last week, next to Mulder. All I want now is release, so I can be with him again." She put her head in her hands, and sighed deeply. "If you're going to be like this, there's no way I can help you." She looked Dana over. "Then again, maybe you don't want help. I'll just leave." She got up and headed toward the door. "If you need anything, I'll be at Aunt Maggie's for a few days b efore I head back to California." With that, she left. Although Scully was sorry Tanya was leaving, she was also relieved. Now she could be alone. She went to bed and closed her eyes. And waited for the inevitable. ********** She woke up suddenly, on her guard. She thought she'd heard someone in her room, but there was no one there now. It must have just been a dream, although she couldn't remember having one. She took in a deep breath to steady herself. That was when she smelled it. A faint hint of Mulder. It was the smell only he had. "Mulder?" "Not much longer now, Mulder. I'll be w ith you soon." Then she slipped off to sleep again. She never heard the soft click of her front door as the figure exited. End part three ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Hmmm.... Whaddya think's gonna happen next? Okay, you might be noticing that I go back a lot in the story. For example, I'll tell what's happening to Scully then, when I switch to Mulder, I might go back into the story farther than I did with Scully. I just found it easier to write and ultimately , easier to understand when read. Okay? Okay. Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. Yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill. Angels Come (4/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com "Is this it? Is this what will save Scully?" Mulder was looking at a vial filled with a green liquid. "A weak form of it, yes," the scientist Mulder had come to know only as Jerry said, taking the vial from him. "I have to make it stronger, of course." "Do you know how to do it?" Jerry, a young red-headed man, smiled. "Yes, I know how to. I've cured this type of cancer before. I have to start out with this weak formula before I can develop it. You're gonna have to calm down, or you'll have a stroke before we can cure Dana." Mulder nodded in agreement, not quite realizing that it was a joke. He really didn't hear all of it, truth be told. His mind was wandering as well as his eyes to the liquid in the container that was to save the life of the woman he loved. "How exactly, will this cure her better than Tom could?" Jerry set the container back on the table. "You see, this, when injected, will kill all the cancer cells in her bloodstream as well as the ones that make up her tumor. They will all be obliterated." He sighed. "I guess all I can do is trust you. I wish Tom and Krycek would get back, though." It had been two days since his "suicide" and Tom still hadn't returned. He was beginning to think something had gone wrong in the plan. About five minutes later, though, there was a soft knock at the door. Mulder looked through the peephole in the door to see who it was. There, he saw Krycek and Tom waiting to be let in. They had decided not to carry keys because they could be traced if something should happen to the carrier. After all, the address of t he place was printed on the keys. He opened the door. "Where the hell have you two been? I thought something had gone wrong." Krycek smiled slightly. "Worried were you? I didn't know you cared, Mulder." "Yeah, whatever. Did it work?" Mulder asked anxiously. Tom spoke up. "Like a charm." Mulder relaxed visibly. Tom cleared his throat. "Uh, Mulder? Can I talk to you for a second in private?" "Yeah. Sure." They went into the little office that was next to the lab. When they were alone, Mulder looked at Tom. "Is something wrong?" "No, I don't think so. But I wanted to ask you a question." Mulder looked at him expectantly. Tom looked a little nervous. "Um, did you have something going on with Agent Scully?" Mulder's eyes widened slightly. "Why do you ask?" "Well, when she came over to identify your body, she was quite distraught." He then proceeded to tell Mulder what Scully had done at the crime scene. When he was finished, he added, "I wouldn't ask you, except I wanted to know if this would upset the o peration." Mulder had a shocked expression on his face by now, but managed to say, "I don't know how it would upset the plan, but no, we had no romantic relationship." Tom took this as his cue to leave. "Okay. I just wanted to ask. I'll leave you alone now." With that, he left Mulder in the office to contemplate what had just happened. She loved him? He was beginning to think there was no end to her marvels. Maybe he had a reason to get back to the land of the living, and soon. He turned the knob on the door and went into the lab to quicken the pace. ********** "Here it is. All finished." Jerry announced as he held up a syringe filled with the green substance. Mulder jumped up from where he had been at one of the tables in the lab where he and Tom had been talking. Taking the needle from Jerry, he studied it closely. "Sure it'll work?" "Yes, I'm positive. But it needs to be administered as soon as possible, especially if they've turned the cancer as aggressive as I think it has been made. If it's not given soon, it'll be too late. She'll die." Mulder's heart dropped with those two words. "That's not going to happen. I'm going to take this to her tonight." Krycek spoke up from his place across the room. "And how exactly, do you plan to do that? We haven't made the preparations for you to come back from the dead yet. You just go waltzing in, announcing your presence to the world before we're ready and th ere will be a shitstorm like you've never seen. With the Syndicate, anyway." "Well, I can't just sit around and wait for my best friend and partner to die! What the hell do you expect me to do?" Mulder was getting really angry now. Tom broke in the middle just then. "Why don't you sneak into her apartment after she falls asleep? I'm presuming you have a key. Just wait until she's sleeping, sneak in there, give her the shot, and get the hell out." Mulder nodded his head. "Okay, okay." Then he turned to Jerry. "How will this work? I mean, how will we know if it's successful?" "Well, within twenty-four hours of this being injected, she will become sick. So much so that she will need to be hospitalized. Now, when this happens, tests will be run to see how much time is left for her. When they run these tests, it will confirm that the tumor and cancer is completely gone." "Then we can work on getting you back into life," Krycek muttered. Mulder seemed to accept this. Nodding his head, "Okay, let's go." ********** Mulder and Krycek were waiting outside Scully's apartment building for her lights to go off. "Okay, so we'll go in there, do it, and get out." Mulder shook his head. "No. I go in alone. It's easier. It's quicker. Plus, if she wakes up, it'll be much easier for her to convince herself it was a dream if she just sees me." Krycek began to protest, but the look on Mulder's face silenced him. Just then, the lights in the apartment went out. Mulder took a breath to steady himself, then got out of the car. When he reached her door, he put his ear up to it to try and detect any noises. Hearing nothing, stuck his key through the keyhole and crept into the apartment. Moving as slowly as possible, he made his way to her bedroom. Peeking in to see if she was asleep, he pushed her door open further. Then he saw her. She was so peaceful lying there with the covers pulled up to her shoulders. You could only see her head, because the rest of her was lost it the covers. He walked over to her bed slowly. She stirred slightly, but didn't awaken. He sneaked to her bathroom and got a cotton ball. Putting some alcohol on it, he moved back into her room. Pulling the covers down to expose her arm, he rubbed the alcohol on her arm and stuck the syringe in as quickly as possible and gave her the shot. Then he pulled it out as fast as possible and rubbed the cotton ball back over the spot. After stuffing the syringe and cotton in his pocket so as to not leave any evidence, he pulled the covers back around her shoulders. Hesitating for just a second, he leaned down and left a kiss on her cheek, caressing her other cheek with his hand. She smiled slightly in her sleep. This caused him to smile. "Soon, Scully. Very soon. I just hope you don't shoot me when you find out." Walking through her living room, he tripped on the corner of her coffee table. He froze as he heard a gasp from her room. He didn't even breathe as he waited for a reaction. He heard a sigh, followed by a very soft, "Mulder?" He fought the urge to go to her or speak to her. Then he heard, "Not...longer...be with you soon, Mulder." Then there was nothing more. He hurried to the front door and closed it behind him, making sure to lock it. Getting back into the car, Krycek asked, "Did it go smoothly?" Mulder sighed deeply. "As smoothly as to be expected." With Krycek's questioning look, Mulder added, "It went fine. Let's just get back to the lab." End Part Four ------------------------------------------------------------ I really need to work harder on this story. Disclaimer: THEY ARE NOT MINE!! I borrowed them because I am not creative enough to make my own characters. Sue me if you want Chris, but about all you'll get is a computer, a few CD's, some movies, three dogs, and nine cats (and you can have about six of them if you want). On with the story... Angels Come (5/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Scully wasn't feeling well at all. She had woken up feeling horrible and it had gotten as the day progressed. Her stomach hurt and her head was killing her. Finally around ten a.m., she decided to call the hospital for an ambulance. But before she co uld get there, she collapsed on her floor. The last thing she heard as she slipped into the blackness was a knocking at her door. ********** Slowly, the blackness receded, leaving Scully staring at white ceiling tiles. She could hear the constant beeping of the heart monitor that sat beside her bed. She looked to the side of her bed for Mulder before realizi ng that he wouldn't be there with her this time. What she did see, however, was Tanya sitting in a chair by her bed, dozing. She must not have been sleeping very soundly though, because she awoke when Scully began to reposition herself in the bed. As soon as she saw that her cousin was awake, Tanya Scully smiled widely. "Hey there, Dana. How are you feeling?" Scully sat up in the bed while Tanya put pillows behind her to brace her. Scully did a mental check to see how she felt, finally deciding on, "Crappy. How the hell did I end up here?" Tanya scooted her chair a little closer to the bed. "Well, I went to talk to you this morning. I wanted to apologize for our fight. Anyway, I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer, so I used the key to get in. When I opened the door, you were p assed out on the floor. My God, Dana. You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead there for a minute. Then I saw you breathing, but I couldn't wake you, so I called an ambulance." "Where did you get a key to my apartment?" Scully was confused. "Aunt Maggie gave it to me. She said you might be sleeping late and to let myself in if you didn't answer." "Oh." Scully looked around the rest of the room. "Where is Mom?" "She went for coffee. She should be back any min--" At that moment, the door opened and Margaret Scully came in with two coffees in her hands. With a hint of humor in her voice, Tanya said, "Speak of the devil." Seeing that her daughter was awake, Maggie discarded the cups onto the nearest table and walked to the bed quickly. Leaning over to give Scully a hug, she asked, "How do you feel, Honey?" "Not so good, Mom. I still have a bit of a headache." Tanya spoke up. "Well, that's probably from the bump on your head. You whacked it pretty good when you hit the floor." Feeling the side of her head, Scully confirmed what her cousin had just told her. She had an awfully large bump, but she didn't feel any soft spots around the bump, so there probably wasn't any internal damage. Her mother fidgeted nervously. "Uh, Dana? While you were unconscious, the doctors performed an MRI." This made Dana sit up straighter. Looking at her mother expectantly, she quietly asked, "And? What did he find?" Maggie looked down at her lap. Tanya jumped in then with, "We don't know yet. The doctor wanted to wait until you had woken up." About five minutes later, the doctor came in. Smiling at Scully, he offered her his hand. "Hi, Dana. It's nice to see you up and about. How do you feel?" Scully smiled. "Why is it that everyone asks you how you're feeling when you're in the hospital?" The doctor chuckled. "Just human nature, I guess. I wanted to go over the results of the MRI with you, if you feel up to it. I understand you're a doctor?" "Yeah, I am. But could you just give me the basics?" Scully didn't feel like discussing her fate with anyone. "Uh, actually, I haven't looked at them yet. I figured you might like to have the first look." Scully took in a deep breath. "Okay. Let's look at them." The doctor took the x-rays out of the envelope and held them up to the light for Scully to see. As they looked at them, Scully gasped slightly and said, "But--but this can't be. This is impossible." Maggie and Tanya both moved to the other side of Scully's bed to try to see what it was that they were seeing. "What is it? I don't see anything." Tanya kept turning her head to see what was there. "That's it exactly." Scully kept shaking her head. Finally she pointed to a spot just behind the nasal passages on the x-rays. "See, this is where the tumor is supposed to be, but..." She trailed off. Tanya finished for her. "It's gone." She turned to the doctor. "What does this mean?" He shook his head in disbelief as Scully had done. "What it means is, assuming these results are correct, that Dana's tumor is gone. I--I mean, we'll need to run some more tests to be sure, but if these are right, this is a miracle." The doctor slid the x-rays into the envelope again and headed for the door. "I'm going to go schedule some more tests for you, if you'll excuse me." Scully just nodded as he left, closing the door behind him. She could just stare into space until her mother spoke up. "Well, this is wonderful news, if it's true. Think about it, Dana. If those results are right, then you have a long life left." Sh e had a smile on her face that stretched from ear to ear, practically. Scully didn't feel quite so happy, but she also didn't want to upset her mother. "Mom, I'm kind of tired right now. Why don't you and Tanya go home for a while and get some sleep? I'll be fine for a little while by myself." Maggie seemed to understand. She shook her head, saying, "Okay. We'll leave you to rest." She bent over to place a kiss on the top of her daughter's head. Tanya did the same, saying, "We'll come back tomorrow evening. Maybe that'll give you enough time to rest up." They both left Scully to her thoughts after that. Scully turned the lights off and settled down into her pillows. Thinking about Mulder, she fought to get to sleep. ********** There had been more tests performed on her the next day. The doctors had gotten the results that evening because they had put a rush on them. All the tests that came back had shown the same thing. The tumor in her head and the cancer in her bloodstrea m were gone. They had just vanished. The doctors were calling it a miracle. Scully was calling it a curse. Why couldn't this have happened before Mulder killed himself? Then he would still be alive. It seemed so unfair to Scully. While she was having these thoughts, she partially paid attention to the conversation going on between her mother and Tanya. They were saying what everyone else was. How it was such a miracle. How they had never been happier. Things like that. Scull y knew she should be happy, but her thoughts kept turning to Mulder. She was getting ready to go home, in fact. So she had a good enough reason for being a little preoccupied when her mother or her cousin would ask her something. It had been six days since she had been put in the hospital. Almost two weeks since Mulder had died. Just as she was getting ready to leave, the doctor came in. He smiled at her and said, "Well, you're all signed out. You can go home and put this all behind you until your checkup in a couple of months." He offered her his hand. "I hope you have a lo ng and happy life." Scully smiled back. "Thank you Doctor Huis." Doctor Huis ran a hand through his red hair and smiled. "You can call me by my first name if you want. It's Jerry." "Well, thank you Jerry. Thank you for all your help." With that, Scully walked out of the room and down the hall with Tanya and her mother beside her. Jerry smiled down the hall after them, then moved into the hospital room, closing the door. He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he said, "Yeah. She was just released. We ca n start putting the plan into action." End Part Five -------------------------------------------------- I know it's dragging a little, but I DID intend to have a bit of a story included in here. Not just a shipper fest. THAT part is coming. You just have to wait a little bit more. Disclaimer: Mine they are not. Chris Carter's they are. Strong in him the Force is. Let get going... Angels Come (6/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Mulder scrubbed his face with his hands, trying to wake himself up. He'd just been sleeping on the couch in the office adjoining the lab, waiting for the signal to begin the plan to get him back into his life. He'd been anxious for the call that would throw it all into action since learning that Scully's cancer was officially gone. The phone ringing in the lab had woken him. As he sat on the couch, yawning, Krycek came in and said, "That was Jerry. Scully was just released. She's on her way home now." Mulder sat up, suddenly wide awake. "So we can start the plan?" Krycek nodded. "The beginning of your life. The end of mine." Mulder almost felt sorry for him. Almost. After all, none of this would have happened if Krycek hadn't stopped him from saving Scully before Duane Barry took her to be abducted. Mulder stood up. "I'm ready to go." He'd been ready, in fact, since Jerry had informed them three days ago that Scully's cancer was gone. Krycek looked him over. "You know, you look like hell. Maybe you should clean up a little before we do this." Mulder shook his head. "No. If this is to be believable, I have to look like hell. When do we begin?" "As soon as Jerry gets back." ********** Jerry returned to the lab a little under an hour later. Mulder was already prepped for his procedure. He had begun to get groggy when Jerry and Krycek decided to go over the plan one more time. Jerry leaned over Mulder, who was barely staying awake. "Okay. Here's what's gonna happen. When you go under, I'll perform the procedure to wipe your memory clean of the past two weeks. Alex will then..." He paused, trying to find the right words. Krycek jumped in. "I will then beat the shit out of you. I've been waiting a LONG time for this, I can tell you." He had a big grin on his face. Jerry smiled slightly. "Uh, I was going to say rough you up, but--whatever. Anyway, once he has left enough damage to make it believable, but not quite so much as to require hospitalization," he added, giving Krycek a look, "you will probably be consci ous by then. Krycek will keep you for a day or so, so you can get an idea in your head about what has happened to you. Then you will be released and make your way back to your life." By this time, Mulder was fighting sleep. "Wh-What about the body in my apartment?" He still hadn't gotten this part down. "Don't worry. That part will sort itself out. Now, just relax. This will all be over soon." Mulder nodded his head and gave into the darkness that was calling him. Jerry pulled out his needle. "Let's begin, shall we?" ********** Mulder groaned as he the darkness receded. He had one hell of a headache. He put his hand to his head, or at least he tried. His hands seemed to be restrained. The last thing he remembered was being in his apartment, watching some of his old tapes. He thought he faintly remembered someone being at his door, but he couldn't be sure. Forcing his eyes open, he looked around to get his bearings. What he saw almost made him wish he'd kept his eyes closed. Alex Krycek was sitting across the room looking at him. "Ah, I see we're awake. Pleasant dreams, I hope." There was a devilish grin on his face. "Is that a-a hint of sarcasm I hear in your voice?" Mulder tried to get into a more comfortable position, but it was impossible. Krycek seemed to sense his discomfort. "I hope you like your surroundings. I tried my very best to make it as uncomfortable as possible for you." "Congratulations. Now, can you tell me what the hell I'm doing here?" "But of course. I was to keep you here until Scully died so you wouldn't find the cure for her illness. I've had you here for two weeks. Now my job is over." Mulder didn't like the way this conversation was headed. "What do you mean, your job is over? What's happened to Scully?" "What eventually had to. It was the inevitable." Mulder was really upset now. "Do you mean she-she's..." he couldn't finish his sentence. "Yes," Krycek said. "She's cured." Mulder's eyes widened at this. "What?" Krycek smiled at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I make you think that she was dead? Shame on me. Anyway, she was cured. Somebody must like her enough to give her back her life. Either that or they thought that they shouldn't lose both of the people on th e X-Files." "What do you mean?" Now Mulder was confused. "Oh, didn't I tell you? When I took you, I left behind a present for your friends. A body. A clone, actually. Everyone thinks you offed yourself. Even Scully. You should have seen her when she found out. God, the look was priceless." "But she's alright, right? I mean, she's healthy again?" Oh, of course. For now, anyway." "I don't understand. What does that mean?" Krycek was thoroughly enjoying himself. "What it means is, I don't think she's going to be around for much longer. Without you, she has become very dangerous. She may be out for revenge, and that won't sit well with certain people. I do believe she's in love with you, Mulder. Care to tell me how that one came about?" Mulder wasn't paying any attention to Krycek's little plight to get him to admit anything. He was focused on just one thing at a time. "Scully would have known the body was a fake. A simple autopsy would have shown a number of mistakes, probably." "Not if she received a suicide note from you in your handwriting. Although, you were very drugged when you wrote it. I could barely get you out of the apartment. Had to carry you part of the way. You know how heavy you can be?" Mulder didn't even answer him. If Scully was as heartbroken as Krycek said, she may end up doing something drastic. He had to get to her. "So, does this mean I get to be released now?" Krycek was quick to answer. "Of course. These people did not go through all the trouble of saving her life for her to get herself killed for nothing. But, I can't have you knowing where you've been exactly for all this time, can I?" He got up and walked over to Mulder, making a fist. Bending down over Mulder, he said, "You understand, this is only my job. No hard feelings, I hope." With that, he sent Mulder back into unconsciousness. ********** Coming out of the blackness this time seemed to be a little more painful than the last. At least this time he could put his hands to his head, though. When he opened his eyes, he was in his apartment, on his couch. Closing them again, he got off his couch and headed for the kitchen to find some aspirin. Taking a couple of caplets with a glass of water, he waited for them to do their magic. When his head had cleared a little, he remembered what Krycek had said about Scully. He needed to get to her, he knew he did, but when he searched for the energy to do it, he just couldn't make it. Sitting back on his couch to steady himself, he found he had the energy left to do nothing more than lay down and sleep. End Part Six ------------------------------------- Almost finished, folks. Disclaimer: For the last time, the ARE not mine!! Keep that story rollin' along... Angels Come (7/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Scully felt horrible. It wasn't the cancer. The cancer was gone. That was what was making her feel terrible. She no longer had an early death to look forward to. No, she would live a long and healthy life now. Without Mulder. Suicide was out of the question. She had already thought it through. Thinking about that subject only brought up painful memories anyway. She would never want her family to go through what she had in the aftermath of Mulder's suicide. She didn't wish that on anybody. But she had to do something. She would continue the X-Files and the search for Samantha, but only after she took her revenge on the people who had driven Mulder to his grave. The people who gave her a disease with no cure to make him believe, only to p rovide the cure when she no longer wanted it. Yes, these people would pay. She would make sure of that. In fact, she would start that night. Half out of her mind for the moment, she went into her bedroom and grabbed her gun off the night stand. Checking to make sure it was loaded, she grabbed an other clip out of her drawer and walked into the living room. Grabbing her trenchcoat, she made her way to her couch. She started to go over in her mind just what she would do as she stuck the extra clip into the coat's pockets and laid the coat and her gun on the coffee table. She wondered briefly if she should let anyone know what she was doing. She didn't want to tell her family and there was no one she could really trust otherwise. Putting her coat on and sticking her gun in the waist of her jeans at the back, she walked out the door wanting revenge. ********** Finding she needed information on these men, she figured the safest place to try first would be Mulder's place. Well, safest in the physical sense, anyway. What it might do to her emotionally, though, she couldn't tell. Putting her key in the keyhole, she took a deep breath and turned it until she heard the telltale click, meaning it was unlocked. She turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside. The first thing she noticed was how lifeless it seemed in the dark, but she was unwilling to turn on a light. She could go by the faint moonlight. The second thing she noticed in the apartment was that it still had Mulder's essence in it. She made her way to his desk and started searching through the papers he had there. Most of them were X-Files, but a few looked like they might be of some significance. She took all of the non-X-File related papers and moved to the couch to look through them. When she sat down, though, she came into contact with a pair of legs. They moved as soon as she jumped up. The next thing she heard defied belief. "Who's there?" It was Mulder's voice, but how could it be? She couldn't answer, and again the person spoke. "Who is it?" Not hearing an answer this time, the man moved up to a sitting position on the couch and switched on the light. "Scully?" Scully couldn't answer. It was Mulder. Alive. And saying her name. The shock combined with the surprise of finding a person in the apartment in the first place was too much for her. The last thing she remembered was Mulder jumping up from the couch to catch her from her fall. End Part Seven -------------------------------------------- Last part comin' up. Disclaimer: I'm too tired to write one right now. You know who they belong to. Make up your own disclaimer for here. Note: In the interest of keeping the story from being too drawn out (when I started it, I meant it as a little four or five page thing), I've decided to write the last part using both sides of the stories. For instance, in the previous part, I told the story only as Scully saw it when she discovered Mulder. In this part, I'll be bouncing back and forth. I would have done it that way in the last section of Part Seven, but I hadn't explained it and I thought it would confuse a few people. Well, actuall y, it would really have only confused me. I'm getting forgetful in my old age of sixteen. :-) Now for the big finale... Angels Come (8/8) By: C.J. scully_mulder@hotbot.com Mulder hadn't expected Scully to act the way she had when she found out. Hadn't expected her to faint dead away. It had been lucky the she'd been standing right by him and had fallen forward or she would have hit her head on the coffee table. Now he had her lying on the couch. He had removed her coat and gun, and was finishing cleaning up the papers she had dropped when she started to come around. "Mulder?" was out of her mouth before she even opened her eyes. He was right there kneeling by the couch in an instant. "Yeah, Scully?" she heard in answer to her one word question. She opened her eyes and stared right into his. She couldn't believe this. She was looking into his eyes, trying to see if it was really him. He didn't know what to do, except to keep his position. Her next question momentarily left him without an answer. "How do I know it's really you? I saw your body right there." She ge stured to a place next to his couch that he hadn't noticed before. There was a big stain of blood on his carpet. He didn't know how to prove it to her. Any information from their cases could have been found out by other means. He finally thought of something. She was waiting for his response. It seemed like he was thinking. His eyes were going darker as he searched for something to prove that he was Mulder. Finally he leaned into her and said, "Do you believe in the existence of extra terrestrials?" She thought for a moment if this was a suitable response. Sensing her hesitation, Mulder leaned right up to her ear and whispered, "Do you think I'm spooky?" She turned her head to face him. His words and soft tones combined with the softness she saw in his eyes convinced her. He was smiling slightly when she said, "Oh, Mulder," and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his arms circle around her wais t as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "What happened to you? I thought you were dead." Even though the question was muffled, Mulder still heard it. He went to take his arms from around her to explain what had happened, but her arms wrapped around him even tighter. "No, stay like this with me for a while." She knew she was being silly, but if this was all a dream, she didn't want to let go of the illusion. She was calming down by the time he had finished his story. "So Krycek was going to keep you away from me while I was dying? The bastard. I swear, i f I ever find him, he's dead." Mulder smiled. This was his Scully. "Not if I get there first." He shifted slightly. "You know, it's not as if I don't enjoy hugging you, but my legs and back will never forgive me if I stay like this for much longer." Scully hadn't realized what she was doing. "Oh my god, Mulder. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be in such a position in your condition." She stood up with him and began to inspect his bruises, running her hands over them to detect any breaks. "Do any of th ese places hurt very much? Like there might be a break?" Mulder sighed. "Not when you're doing that, they don't." He leaned into her touch. "I'd almost forgotten what your touch felt like, Scully." Tears started to well up in Scully's eyes. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face. "I thought I'd never get to do that again. That piece of hair is as stubborn as you, Mulder." The tears overflowed and streamed down her face. Mulder wiped a few of them away with his thumbs as he framed her face with his hands. "I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you might go out and get yourself killed for revenge, like Krycek said you would." "I almost did." Scully thought how foolish her idea had been, but she would have done it for Mulder. "I thought they'd driven you to suicide, only to provide me with my cancer's cure. I wanted them to pay. In a way, I still do." She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Mulder pulled her even closer and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He got caught up in the moment and accidentally let something slip he thought he never would. "I love you," he whispered into her hair. Almost immediately, he realized his mistake . Scully wasn't sure she'd heard right. She was almost sure she'd heard Mulder say he loved her, but she couldn't be positive. She was sure, though, when he started backing off, saying things like, "Uh, what I mean is--. I didn't mean to--." Generally just tripping over himself. Scully smiled widely. He thought she wouldn't return his feelings. He'd made a mistake in his mind when he'd let his words slip. He truly didn't know. She walked toward him. "Mulder, do you really think that was a mistake?" "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." Scully stepped up to him and said, "I'm not. Let me ask you something. Did you mean it? Was it the truth?" Not quite meeting her gaze, he nodded slowly. "Then why are you sorry? Isn't the truth what you're always searching for, always so desperately grasping for?" Once again, Mulder nodded. He found that he couldn't do anything but. Scully brought up a good point, but she'd also said another thing that peaked his interest. She wasn't sorry for what he'd said. Did that mean she returned his feelings? She was mere inches from him now. He began a question, "Does that mean that you--" She smiled even wider. "Come back to my apartment, Mulder. You may have a concussion and you need supervision. I don't really feel like spending the night in this place." Putting on her coat and grabbing her gun, she grasped his hand and led him out of the apartment and toward her car. ********** Closing her front door and locking it, she directed Mulder to her kitchen. Sitting him down at her table, she began to fix some coffee for them. "Do you need anything for a headache? Aspirin? Ibuprofen?" He shook his head. "No, I took some back at my apartment when I first woke up. I would have come over then, but I passed out again before I could make it out of the apartment." Scully sat the coffee on the table and sat down. "That's okay, Mulder. There was no way I would have wanted you out on the road in that condition." He grabbed her hands. "Yes, Scully, I should have been over here as soon as I was free. There's no excuse for me not being here. You could have been killed if you hadn't stopped by my apartment. I could have lost you to them again." Freeing her right hand from his grasp, she smoothed the lock of hair back again. "Mulder, if anything ever happens to me, I want you to promise you won't go out for revenge. You promise me and I'll promise you the same thing." He looked down at the table and back up at her before answering, "I promise." Scully relaxed a little. "That's good to hear. I would never want to be the cause of your death." Putting his hand to the side of her face, he whispered, "You still haven't answered my question from before. Do you love me?" Leaning back a little, she thought for a moment. Then, inspiration struck. Jumping up, she led him into her living room, making him sit on her couch. "Be right back," she said and hurried back into the kitchen. Mulder was confused as to what was happening. A few minutes later, she came back into the room with her hands behind her back, containing something. Plopping down beside Mulder, she pulled the object out from behind her. It was a brown paper bag. She handed it to him. Taking it, he gave her a questioning look. "Just open it," she said. "It's the answer to your question." He opened the bag and pulled out the first item. "A liverwurst sandwich?" "What else?" she asked with a smile. Mulder was catching on. "If there's an iced tea in this bag, could be love." "Must be fate, Mulder." He took a deep breath and reached into the bag, bringing out the bottle. Looking at the label, he felt his heart speed up. 'Nestea Iced Tea.' Dropping the sandwich and bottle back into the bag and slipping it to the floor, he didn't notice that Scully had moved her face to within inches of his. When he turned his head to say something to her, she caught him in a kiss, snaking her arms around his neck. His arms encircled her waist and he almost pulled her into his lap. When the kiss finally ended, he leaned his forehead against hers while they both caught their breath. After a few moments, he faced her again. "Does that mean yes?" She laughed at him. "Am I not making myself clear?" she asked and kissed him again, running her tongue along his lips before breaking again. Grinning like a fool, he asked, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of a kiss yet. I mean, this is all kind of sudden." "Nearly five years together, and you think it's too sudden?" She pulled him to her again and kissed him. This time, he started running his tongue over lips. She opened them slightly, allowing him access. They remained that way, tongues entwined, her sitting almost on top of him for a long time. They only broke when they could no longer breathe. Scooting off of him, she sat as close as she could without being on him. Sticking one arm between him and the couch and the other around the front of him, she snuggled in close when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head every few minutes, always pulling a little bit tighter around her shoulders reassuringly. After being that way for a while, she started yawning. Mulder whispered, "Maybe you should go to bed." Standing up, he pulled her up with him. Whispering back, she answered, "Maybe you should come with me. I don't want you to leave me now. Not for a while." "Okay," he agreed. "Let's go." She didn't respond. "Scully?" He looked down in her face. She was fast asleep against his shoulder. He smiled at her. "Okay, Scully." He repositioned his arm around her back and under her shoulder, and then he bent and looped his other arm under his knees and picked her up. Starting toward the bedroom, he felt her shift in his arms. When he looked at her, her eyes were closed, but there was a small smile on her lips. "Gee, Mulder. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet." "Get some new lines, Scully. That one's older than dirt." He laid her on the bed and pulled her shoes off. After taking his own off, he pulled the covers down on one side of the bed and slid them out from under Scully. Climbing into bed opposite her, he pulled the covers up over both of them. Once he was settled, she slid over next to him. He once again put his arm around her shoulder as she laid her head on his chest, one arm draped across his stomach. After they had lain for a while, Mulder noticed she still wasn't asleep. "What's the matter? I thought you were too tired to even walk." She sighed contentedly. "I'm just listening." "To what?" "The sound of an angel's heart beating." He chuckled softly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Scully, but you sure have some nice pillow talk." He hugged her tightly and pressed his lips to her hair. She propped herself up to look in his eyes. "No, Mulder. I mean it. I've always believed that angels existed. You can't believe in God and not angels. At least I can't. What are angels really, but beings who come to you in your darkest hours to hel p and comfort you?" She leaned up and kissed him softly. "You are my angel, Mulder. I know it sounds totally unlike me, but you are. You are the one that's always there for me, loving me. I love you, Mulder." Mulder was reeling from this piece of news. "Well, Scully. If I'm an angel, then I learned from the best, because you're mine. Promise me something, Scully." "Anything." "Never go. Never leave me. I don't want to lose you." "Mulder, haven't you learned anything?" She kissed him again. "You called me an angel. An angel's heart is true, and if you know anything about angels, then you'd know that people may come and go in your life, but when angels come, they remain. Alway s." She settled back against him, placing a kiss to the middle of his chest, right over his heart. "Yes, Mulder, I will stay with you." She yawned deeply and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat. Before Mulder fell asleep, he heard her say one last thing. "Always." The End --------------------------------------------------- So? Love it? Hate it? Either way, I would like to know, just to make sure that at least a few people made it all the way to the end. I was thinking about a sequel and I'd like to know if I should bother. If you are in favor of a sequel, I have a few ideas, but I can always use a few more. :-) Feedback at scully_mulder@hotbot.com Author's Note: I feel I should say thanks to Tanya for putting up with me and my unwillingness to get this thing done quickly. I'm glad it's done, but I really enjoyed writing it and I would love to write another. I would also like to say that I have a bsolutely NO connection to Nestea. I know it probably doesn't matter, but you can't be too careful in these sue-happy days. Also, I know there are probably a lot of things wrong in the story as it may happen on the show (as in, how easy it was for Mulder to convince Scully he was actually him), but that is why I don't own them. I would probably write them wrong. Anyway, thanks for reading it and I hope you would like to read another. I've enjoyed working with you. "Scully?" "Yes?" "I love you." "Oh brother." -'Triangle' Season Six