From: Shipper15@aol.com
Date: Sat, 13 Feb 1999 17:05:25 EST
Subject: my fanfic

"Dispair"

Mulder's Office
Wednesday 12:27pm

	Mulder sits in his office staring blankly at the various clippings and
pictures scattered on the walls. He sits there pondering the previous night's
events. The night which turned his whole world upside down and shattered his
life forever.The night that his partner, his soulmate, and quite possibly the
only person who ever believed in him and his quest for the truth, had be taken
away.The night that will remain etched in his memory for all of eternity.

Mulder's office
11 hours earlier

	It was a pretty normal evening. Mulder was working late on an X-File when he
noticed something that he needed Scully's medical expertise on.He was going to
let it wait until morning, but he just couldn't. It was too important. So he
gave her a call. 
	"Hey baby" he said when she picked up.
	"Mulder, what do you want?" she replied, half awake.
	"Were you sleeping?"
	"No Mulder, I'm always awake at 1:00 in the morning." she answered
sarcastically. "What do you want?"
	"I need you to come down here. There's something that I need you to take a
look at"
	"Mulder, can't it wait until morning?"
	"No it really can't"
	"I'll be there in a half an hour." she said witha sigh, realizing she had no
chance of winning. She was too tired to argue with him right now.

	After an hour had passed, Mulder was starting to get a little worried. It
wasn't like Scully to go back on her word.He tried calling her a few times but
he got no answer. He couldn't understand why she hadn't taken her cell-phone
with her. He was getting ready to give her another call, when the phone began
to ring. He picked it up. "Scully" he said, expecting it to be her. But to his
surprise it wasn't.
	"No mulder, it's Skinner.
	Mulder wondered why Skinner would be calling him this late.
	"Scully's been in an accident. She's been taken to the hospital."
	Right then, Mulder hung up the phone and darted for the door. When he got to
his car, he felt panic begin to set in. He tried to keep himself calm, at
least until he saw the full extent of her injuries. It was probably nothing
anyway, just a few cuts and bruises.
	When he got to the hospital, he pushed his way through the various patients
and demande to know what room Scully was in. No one seemed to know, or even
care. Then finally someone acknowledged hi existanceand told him the room
number. After about a minute of searching, he found the room. He opened the
door slowly, not really knowing what to expect. Then he saw her and a wave of
nausea passed over him. He had seen Scully in the hospital before, many times,
but never like this. Never this bad. She was unconcious and looked as though
she were barely clinging on to life. Her whole body was bruised from haed to
toe and there was blood all over her. It looked like the doctors had tried
their best to clean her up, but it hadn't worked too well. Just then a doctor
came into the room. He was a short man, in his early 40's , with a receding
harline. The look on his face told Mulder that he wasn't bearing good news.
	"Dr. Sincaro." He introduced himself and shook Mulder's hand.
	"Fox Mulder." he replied.
	"Are you family?"
	"No, just a really close friend....How is she doing?" Mulder asked
impatiently.
	"Unfortunately, not that well. Your friend has massive internal bleeding and
there isn't anything we can do at this point to help her....There is little
chance that she'll even make it through the night. It's just a matter of
time."the doctor said slowly, trying to break it to Mulder as easily as
possible.
	By this point, Mulder's whole body was paralyzed. He could barely even
breathe, he was so dombfounded by what the doctor had just told him. He didn't
know what to say. He couldn't have said anything even if he wanted to. It felt
like someone had ripped his heart out and cut it up into millions of pieces.
	Realizing that Mulder needed some time alone, Sincaro excused himself and
told him that if he needed anything that he'd be right outside.
	After he left, Mulder pulled a chair over to Scully's bedside and sat down.
He leaned over the bed and pulled her toward him, being careful not to disrupt
the tubes and wires that were attached to her and he cradled her head in his
arms while he cried and prayed.He held her in his arms until she passed at
around 4:30am. Even after she was gone he didn't want to let go. He thought
that maybe if he held her long enough and kept telling her that he loved her,
that she would come back. That she wouldn't leave him, not now.

Mulder's office
Wednesday 12:40pm

	 Mulder still sits in his chair, not staring at the clippings anymore, but
rather at the empty chair across from him. The chair that Scully had sat in so
many times. Now there are streams of taers flowing down his cheeks and he is
obviously extremely upset. He is filled with desparation and depression. He
has an emptiness inside that he doesn't feel will ever go away. Scully was the
only person that gave him a reason to wake up in the morning, and without her
he is totally lost. And on top of all of this, he couldn't help but feel
totally responsible. If he hadn't asked her to come and help him so late, none
of this would have happened. She'd still be here with him today, if he hadn't
been so wrapped up in his work.
	Consumed by all of these feeling, he looks at the gun in his hand. He makes
sure that there are at least two bullets in it, even though he'll only need
one. Then he cocks it, closes his eyes and....

   By:Stacey ;o)