From: Assling@aol.com
Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 13:57:04 EDT
Subject: Dear Unknown: Is Somebody Looking?
Source: direct

Title: Dear Unknown: Is Somebody Looking?
Author: Mikey G.W.
Summary: Mulder writes a letter. . . a very short one. heh heh 
Disclaimer: Not today, it's too hot. translation: the X-Files don't belong to 
me.


    Mulder sat at his desk in his living room. With pencil in paper in hand 
he had no idea what to write- if anything at all. Mulder held his breath and 
slowly released it. 
    
    "Dear Unknown:

    "I met you the other day. As if by chance you fell in my life and now it 
seems your here to stay. And still as if by chance you brought me a companion 
that wasn't one to discouraged like you Unknown. And for that I thank you. 
But for every thanks I give for her I'd give a shallow sigh of bewilderment 
as I find myself wondering if The Unknown wasn't one to favor a soul like me. 
    
    "I do try to keep my eyes open when charting the unknown, but I just 
often find myself closing my eyes to the reality that you show. The awesome 
reality and cruel fates await you in your unjudging eye. 

    "And while I wasn't looking the other way I hope somebody else was. The 
unknown parts of life seemed as contrived as this letter I'd hope they'd get 
better. Only to find The Unknown wasn't likely to change. It might have 
broken my heart  to know what you had in store for me. But it tore me like is 
letter to know what you had waiting for her. To The Unknown you gave me her 
and just the same you could take her away. And with that I treasure the finer 
moments when I'm looking and you leave her to stay."

    Mulder set down his pencil and flicked off his only means of light: a 
pathetic lamp resting on the edge of the desk. He laid himself down to sleep. 
Unknown to him that somebody was looking out for him that day.



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