From kategayle@aol.com Sat Nov 30 22:48:15 1996 "Epilogue " 1/1 11-10-96 This is not my first attempt at fanfiction, but it's the first one I've finished and actually posted. It was born out of my dissatisfaction with the episode "The Field Where I Died." Please send comments to KateGayle@aol.com Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters and situations created by Chris Carter, the Fox Network, and Ten Thirteen Productions. As such, the characters named are the property of those entities and are used without permission, although no copyright infringements are intended. OK to archive. Rating: PG Classification: V * * * * * Epilogue to The Field Where I Died by Kate Gayle (KateGayle@aol.com) X-Files Office F.B. I. Headquarters, Washington, D.C. The next day. He was staring off into space again. "So, Mulder, are you gonna spend the rest of your life pining over someone you'd just met and barely knew --- just because you think she might have been your one true love in some past life --- or lives?" "I dunno," he mumbled morosely. "Of course, if she really is your soul mate through all eternity, that means you're gonna have to take a vow of celibacy for the rest of this life, if you want to remain true to her." "Hmmmmm." A slight frown had replaced the vacant stare. "Or you could just go ahead and kill yourself, so you can join her. But then you'd have to give up your search for Samantha." "Hmmmmmmm." "And the way everybody's souls kept changing sex in those previous lives, what if you both ended up the same sex in the next life? I guess you'd just have to be gay, Mulder." "Hmmmmmmmmm." A scowl had replaced the slight frown. She paused a moment. Then, in a softer tone....."I know about the pictures, Mulder." "What?" "I know that you saw those pictures BEFORE your hypnotic regression session." "How......" "I got to thinkin' how very strange it was that those two particular photos just happened to be on top of the stack of pictures. So I went back and asked the clerk if anybody else had been there looking at them. She described you to a 'T'." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Why didn't you tell me, Mulder?" "I.....I was afraid you'd think those pictures had influenced what I remembered." "And you were right. That's exactly what I think! You and I both know what an over-active imagination you have --- it's what enables you to make those quantum leaps in logic that everyone else finds so spooky." A glum look had replaced the scowl. "Mulder....you heard her story about past lives....then you saw those pictures. They must have been the last ones you looked at, 'cause you left them on the top of the pile.....Then you were hypnotized. Your own mind made it all up! "And don't you think it's a little bit of a stretch that Cancerman was there? I mean....sure....evil may reincarnate as evil, but I hardly think that one particular Nazi would be targeting that one particular Jewish family. And ....do the math on this one, Mulder....for Cancerman to have been in a previous life during Kristallnact in 1938, he'd have to be no more than 58 years old today. I don't think so! " And it was pretty strange that I was there both times. It seems to implicate that even in past lives, I have no life apart from some relationship to you. Notice how every character seems to revolve around you, Mulder? And that's just the way your mind would imagine it!" He was positively crestfallen, eyes downcast. "Don't take it too hard, Mulder. You've got two choices. One....you can go on believing it all really happened. In which case, if I'm not gonna have a life of my own in future lives --- as I didn't in those past lives --- then I'm damn sure gonna have one in THIS life. I'm gonna quit working so hard, and I'm gonna go get me some cute boyfriend I can snuggle with, and make babies with, and be so busy with my own family that I won't have time to be just a satellite orbiting around you and your sweetie in your next life. "Or, two ....you can acknowledge that I'm probably right, that it was just your imagination. And you can go on working on the X-Files, trying to find your sister, searching for the truth.... With me.... And without worrying about what might have happened before or what might happen in the future. Just living THIS life, and concentrating on one life at a time." As she spoke, he had raised his head, and was looking at her now. A slow smile spread across his face. "I guess you're right, Scully. It's hard enough just to handle one life at a time." "Good! Then let's get back to work!" "Uh....Scully?" "Hmmm?" "Before you spend too much time looking for that horny boyfriend, how 'bout having dinner with me tonight?" "Hmmmmmmm." * * * * THE END * * * *