From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 28 May 2002 18:50:26 -0000
Subject: Are You There, God? It\'s Me, Scully by Agent Michael
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Title: Are You There, God? It's me, Scully.
Author: Agent Michael
Classification: V
Keywords: Scully vignette
Summary: Scully prays for Mulder on Christmas Eve.
Disclaimer: Scully is property of one Chris Carter. And God, well, 
he's the top guy and yes, I asked permission.
Rated: not rated
Dedication and Notes: This is a sequel to the short story that I 
wrote with Mulder. This is what Scully's relationship and prayers 
God could be like.  It was also the hardest to write because I am 
not a mother nor have I known what it is like to not have a father. 
Hopefully, I am able to convey some sort of depth to Scully's 
prayers.
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1:07 pm
Immaculate Conception National Shrine
December 24, 2001
Washington D.C.

Are you there, God? It's me, Scully.

Do you have time for me? I know you're busy and all being that 
tomorrow is your special day.

It's a time for special feelings and a time for families to be 
together. But this year my family is not going to be doing that.

But this is the time when I need him the most. Me IS my family 
and my everything. He shouldn't be robbed of seeing his child 
growing. I wonder what Mulder would get him for Christmas? A 
little baseball glove? Maybe the child's first X-Files starter kit? 
Would Mulder hug my child, my miracle baby?

I miss him every moment that we're apart. I think about him, I 
wonder if he's safe. I have asked you so many times for you to 
bring him back to me. He is out there somewhere, hiding from 
the evil in this world. I need to feel him here. I need to feel his 
tender touch. I need to know that he is somewhere safe and able 
to laugh. I need to know if he is using that wonderful charming 
smile and thinking up some zany one-liners.

If you're up there, and I believe that you are, and you hear me, 
could you make my Christmas and bring him back to me soon?

You always listen. He always comes back to me.

I need him. He completes my very existence.