From: junebug@raven.cybercomm.net (Junebug)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: New: Even in Death
Date: 23 Feb 1996 16:21:29 GMT


Title: Even in Death
Rating: PG
Mishmush: this little something goes out to friend and fellow LGW, 
	Heather Delong!!  Who hasn't written me lately...hint hint :) THis
	is another song inspired story, based upon Garth Brook's _Beaches
	of Cheyenne_.  Um yes you do see a theme here :) 
Disclaimer: Me no own Mulder, Scully, Margeret.  They be owned by CC, 
1013 and FOX.
		

			****************
			They she must of took it hard 
			the workers come on Monday to fix the door
			and patch the wall

			they say she just went crazy
			the night she got the call
			*******
		


	Sirens filled the air, as the lights of various vehicles lit up
the night.  People came and went.  Words, thoughts and ideas exchanged. 
Some drifted on the air, others were lost in the wind.  Yet a few pieces
sought the lone woman, the one holding the small dog.
	"Door smashed", a lieutenant said.
	"Holes in the wall", the captain replied.
	"The gun is still here", the A.D. told her. 


			***********
			he was up in Wyoming
			and drew a bull no man could ride

			he promised her it'd turn out
			well it turned out that he lied

			and all the dreams they've been living
			in the California sand

			died right there beside him
			in Cheyenne
			**************



	She was sleeping when the call came in.  The voice, no longer full
of life and animation, now was calm.  It was the calm before the storm. 
He was with the other one.  The one missing for so long, searched for the
same long time.  The one that was dead.  Had been for so long.  It cost
him.  Everything.
	She felt her pain.  The pain of the lost.  The emptiness of what
could of been. 

	"I'm sorry mam, as soon as we have any new information we'll let
you know.  Is there someone I can call for you?", the young officer asked.
	Shaking her head, the woman replied "No, theres no one now.  They
are all gone."  Hesitantly, the brunette stared out into the churning
darkness of the raging storm.  The lashing of the rain echoed the pain. 
The pain that lashed at her heart.  A heart that was slowly drowing. 
Clenching her palm on the one thing that remained, the solitary figure
made her way up the beach.  Alone she walked.  Alone. 

			*************
		they say she just went crazy
		screaming out his name 
		she ran out into the ocean
		and to this day they claim
		if you go down by the water
		and see her footprints in the sand
		Every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
			****************		

	No news is good news.  Right?  She questioned herself.  Questioned
too soon.  Sights were seen.  Sights of her missing one.  Seen headed out
of town.  At the shore.  Maybe the beach.  Yes!  She's at the beach.  Its
confirmed, a young couple had seen her.  Lost?  She looked lost?  Couldn't
be her, she loves the beach. 

			*****************
			they never found her body
			just her diary by the bed
			
			it told about the fight they had
			and the words that she had said
			when he told her he was ridden
			she said then I don't give a damn
			if you never come back from Cheyenne
			*************************

	A book?  What book?  A journal, no not a journal.  Diary, that's
what she use to call it.  Yes, thank you officer.  By her bed, I
understand. Thank you. 
	They fought, oh God.  Why?  He left her alone.  To seek out his
sister.  He wanted to protect her, risked her once before.  Not again, she
can't be left alone.  She needs him, like he needs her.  Their not alive
unless together. 

			****************
			they say she just went crazy
			screaming out his name
			she ran out into the ocean
			and to this day they claim
			that if you go down by the water
			and see her footprints in the sand
			for every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

			no body can explain it
			some say she's still alive
			they ve even claimed they've seen her
			on the shoreline late at night
			if you go down by the water and see 
			her footprints in the sand
			every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
			every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
			******************


	Its been weeks, months.  Two years, alone.  She's not coming back. 
Shes with him.  Sightings are all that remains. 
	Long dark nights, and then she's seen.  Her prints in the sand. 
Her cries on the wind, the same wind that teases her fiery hair.  A
partnership that not even death could end. 
	Slowly the lone woman looked at the cross.  The last thing that
remained of Dana Scully.  The last thing, Margaret had of her daughter. 
Slowly it drifts throught her fingers.  Into the churning sea.  Restless
waves pull at it to join her beloved daughter.  At rest.  Resting with the
one Dana would always love. Resting together with Fox. love.  Fox Mulder. 

*end*


Addedum:  Yes I would like to think, Scully alot stronger than to give her
	 life to follow Mulder.  But than it would be rather ironic, that 
	it would be her ghost seen.  Flames and critiques always sorta 
	welcomed.  

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