Title-The Dying Truth 

Author-Kelly Paleczny 

E-Mail Address-SavyScully@aol.com 

Rating-G 

Category-Scully's Diary/ VA

Spoilers-None, just be aware of the characters. 

Keywords- Character dies

Summary-Scully's thoughts at Mulder's death bed. 

Disclaimer- 

Mulder and Scully are not mine 
they aren't making me a dime 
They belong to my God, Chris 
And Fox, the company of bliss 

Krycek does not belong to me 
But if he did, I'd be filled with glee 
Skinner and Flukie, don't forget Eve 
Alright, I'm done, and now I'll leave 

But just remember, morning glory 
they're not mine, now read the story 

Author's Comments-I was in Newspaper when I wrote this. I was really
depressed that day, as you will notice as you read on. Comments,
suggestions, and flames are welcome. Enjoy! 


I know there is nothing I can possibley do now. Nothing more than sit and
wait. His breaths have gotten shorter and farther apart. The machines are
beeping slower as every minute passes by. The end is coming soon.

I wonder if he can hear me as I speak the soft, tear-ridden words. 

"Fox....I know you probably can't hear me right now. But if you can, I
want you to know how incredibley stupid I've been. Six years and I haven't
been able to tell you how I really feel about you, Fox. I love you more
than words can describe. And I am stu pid for waiting this long to tell
you. Although I get I distinct feeling that you already knew that, I can't
be sure. But if so, then why didn't you say anything? How come we never
talked about our relationship, you know? Oh, God. If I could go back and d
o it all over again, I would. I would a millions times over until I told
you the truth."

I pause for a moment to wipe away the tears. I cannot bear these blasted
machines for much longer. He's been suffering for three days straight. Why
can't he just come back to me? If that's out of the question, then why
can't he just die already? 

The truth. I keep repeating those words in my mind. His journey. Who will
take charge when he's gone? Who's perseverance and consistance will
replace him? Nobody, that's for damn sure. I won't let him be replaced.
Besides, there will never be another Fox William Mulder. Never.

His mother walks in the door and places a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.
She is ready, I can tell. Ready to let him go. I can't. He's got more
strength than this. He can fight this.  Pneumonia. It took him so
suddenly. Now, it looks like it will win.

"Dana, why don't you get something to eat. I'll stay here." 

"I'm not hungry, thank you." I said. I'm not leaving his side until it's
over. I know she means well. She's his mother and she has a right to be
with her dying son, but I can't help wanting to scream "Get out!". I
silently sit and cry my grief stricken te ars.

April 18th. 

I can't take this anymore. I want him to wake up. I want to tell him the
truth. I want to touch him and hold him. To craddle his head in my arms,
like I have done so many times in the past. 

The machines are slowing to an inevitable stop. As doctors rush in, I
stand. I keep repeating the three words I never got a chance to say.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." 

His mother comforts me. I collapse in my tears and sobbing. A nurse rushes
to aid me as I close my eyes. I want to escape. From everyone. I want to
push her away and tell her to let me die.

April 21st. 

It's over. The wake and the funeral. There's nothing left but memories
now.  I can't help but feeling guilty that the truth was told too late for
him to know. I keep telling myself that he heard me, that he's known. But
what if he didn't. I'll never be able to tell him. It's eating me inside.
The dying truth that I'll take to my g rave. Forever.