From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Sun Nov 24 14:16:41 1996
I sent this out to the DDTeens and they all liked it.  So I hope u do too:)
RATING: Kinda MSR-ish
DISCLAIMER: You know the drill, not mine, never will be, never have been.
You could sue me, but all you'd get would be around 200 pictures of David :) 
No spoilers.
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Forgotten Memories

Prologue - Just another drop in the ocean

San Francisco, CA
June 10th 1997 2:15am
Moonlight shafted across the entrance to the looming cavern.  The black rock
jutting out at obscure angles cast demonic shadows on the floor.  Mulder
shifted his grip on the gun, holding it close to him.  His other hand was
clenched into a tight fist by his side.  He was dressed in black jeans and a
black sweater.  The night was cold for June, and he shivered, despite
himself.  He slipped inside the cave.  Scully slipped in close behind him.
She was dressed similarly to her partner, and they both blended in with the
dark surroundings.  Mulder heard Gallagher's feet echo up ahead and he
gripped the gun tighter.
	Gallagher was wanted for murder in 10 states.  He drowned his victims in
their own bathtubs, sinks and swimming pools.  Mulder believed he was
amphibious, but that theory was discounted by everyone except Scully.  The
fish-like scales recovered from the bottom of the baths and pools were not
from any type of fish Scully had ever seen before, and witnesses had seen
both Gallagher and his victim remain under water for an extraordinary length
of time.
	He preyed on women.  His youngest victim was an 11 year old girl and the
oldest, her grandmother, aged 55.  Scully had been nervous about this case
from the start.  Gallagher got some twisted pleasure from killing the women
and 18 of the 21 victims had been raped prior to their murders.  The other
three, Mulder believed, had been impulsive, and Gallagher had killed them
straight away, due to lack of time.  
	Mulder hurried quietly down the dark passage that led into the depths of
the cavern, keeping Scully close behind him.  As they hurried away from the
milky light of the moon, Mulder flicked on his flashlight, keeping the beam low.
	The two agents heard a cry up ahead. "Woohoo!"  Mulder stopped abruptly.  
Jessica Newman, a college student had disappeared a day earlier.  The agents
had tracked Gallagher to his apartment and chased him down to the ocean
where they had followed him into the cave.  Jessica was no where to be seen.
	Up ahead, Mulder and Scully heard another voice.  "Please...." it sobbed.
"Ple-hease...don't k-kill me-he." 
	It was Jessica.  He had hidden her down here.  
In the distance, Scully could hear the roar of the ocean.  The tide was
coming in.  If indeed Gallagher was a mutant, he would have no problem
breathing if the cave flooded, but she and Mulder were in mortal danger.
They had called for back-up 20 minutes ago, but so far there was no sign of
other agents.
Mulder saw a light up ahead.  He advanced faster.  Gallagher called out.
"Don't you move!"
Mulder stopped, his finger flexing on the trigger.  "Throw down the
flashlight!"  Gallagher cried, in his long Southern drawl.
Mulder dropped the torch.  It rolled away and the light disappeared.
Gallagher moved the flashlight he was holding so it shone on Jessica's face.
Her eyes were filled with fear.  Scully shivered, afraid.  Gallagher was no
more than 20 feet away from Mulder.  With the light still shining directly
at the girl, Gallagher began sliding his hand down her face and down the
front of her body.  Scully could clearly see the girl tense.  Mulder saw it
too.  With the gun out in front of him, he lunged forward, pulling the
trigger back as  quickly as he could.  He took a massive step forward.
Instead of coming into contact with hard rock, his foot fell into
nothingness.  He lost his balance and fell.  Two bullets flew from the gun
and embedded themselves in the wall of the cavern.  There was an almighty
splash, as Mulder met the pool of sea water at the bottom of the hole.
Gallagher smiled, menacingly, and swung the flashlight round to reveal a
gaping chasm inches from Scully's feet.  She threw herself to the ground.
Peering into the inky blackness.  "Mulder!"  She called.
Gallagher slunk away before Scully could even pull her gun on him.  The roar
of the ocean got louder.  "Mulder!"
There was no answer.  A salty tear trickled slowly down her cheek.
"Mulder." She whispered, her voice hoarse.  The tear ran down her face and
dripped from her chin.  In the echoey silence, she could hear it meet the
water.  Just another drop in the ocean.


Hope you like it so far :)
Luv n hugz,
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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:02:49 1996
DISCLAIMER:  None of the characters in this story are mine.  So sue me!  The
song "It's All Coming Back To Me Now" by Celine Dion also used without
permission and I don't even know if I got all the lyrics exactly right :)

RATE: MSR-ish, very depressing *g*
No spoilers

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Part 1 - It's all coming back to me now

Two years later
FBI Headquarters, Washington DC
Special Agent Dana Scully sat at her desk.  After Mulder's death, she had
been promoted to head of Forensics.  Skinner had reluctantly closed down the
X-Files.  Scully had been even more unwilling to call off all
investigations.  The X-Files had been Mulder's life, and she had wanted to
carry on, but without Mulder's express belief in the paranormal, it had been
hard for her.  She had taken 4 weeks sick leave before she was able to even
return to work.  Mulder's death had come as more of a shock to her than she
could ever imagine.  She had gone to stay with her mother for a lot of the
time.  Now that she had returned to work and was head of the pathology
department, she made it her priority to take cases that sounded strange,
obscure.....spooky.
	In less than a week, it would be exactly two years since that fateful night
in the cavern.  She sighed.  She hardly ever thought about Mulder anymore.
Her coolly unemotive mind had forced all feelings she had ever had for her
ex-partner to the back, hiding them away.  But Mulder's death had left a
gaping void in her life, and her throat ached, as the devastating feelings
of loss and betrayal resurfaced.  A single tear slid down her cheek, and she
was reminded once again of that night.
	She had crouched over the abyss, staring down into the darkness.  Her eyes
fought the black that surrounded her, desperate to catch a glimpse of her
partner.  The thundering of the ocean got louder and louder.  With a
gurgling rush, gallons of salt water poured into the cavern, sweeping Scully
off her feet and tossing her around, slamming her against the rough stone.
She tried to scream and her mouth filled with sea water.  She kicked off her
shoes, struggling against the tide.  She hit her head on the roof of the
cave, and struggled against the waves of unconsciousness.  She slipped into
a faint, and could easily have died, but the water brought her up through a
crack in the rocks and set her down a few yards from the beach.  That was
where the back up team found her.  Wet, cold, and half drowned.
	She had been taken to hospital and released two days later, suffering only
superficial injuries.  Jessica Newman had been found three days after Scully
had left the hospital.  She had been raped and drowned.  Iain Gallagher was
never found.
	FBI agents hunted for days in the depths of the cavern, diving into the
chasms and abysses, searching for Mulder's body.  It had never been found.
Mulder's mom had arranged a funeral two weeks later.  The inscription on his
memorial stone read:
"In life, I searched for the truth,
In death, I have found it."
	Scully had attended the memorial service with her mom.  There had not been
many people there.  Mulder's few relations, people from the bureau, a few
friends.  Phoebe Green had come over from England, and Scully was shocked to
see her cry.  Halfway through, Scully had broken down and cried.  Even her
mother had tears in her eyes.  After the service, she had opted out of going
back to Mulder's mom's.  She went back to her mom's and cried in her
mother's arms for several hours.  
	It seemed as though her tears had dried up after that.  After the four
weeks at home, recovering, she had gone back to work.  At first it had been
hard, but she forced herself not to think about Mulder.  She managed, at
first it felt like an uphill struggle, but she managed, somehow.
	It was late afternoon, and Scully had finished work for the day.  She got
up and left her office.  She sat in the car and turned the radio on, needing
something to take her mind off Mulder.  A new song was just starting.  A
song from several years earlier.  

"There were nights when the wind was so cold,
And my body froze in bed if I just listened to it right outside the window,
There were days when the sun was so cruel,
And my tears turned to dust and I just knew my eyes were drying up forever,"

Scully reached over to turn off the radio, but stopped.  She had spent the
last 2 years of her life pretending things weren't happening, ignoring the
truth, hiding herself away.  She had to stop pretending.

"I finished crying in the instant that you left,
And I can't remember where or when or how,
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made,
When you touch me like this, when you hold me like that,
I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me,
When I touch you like this, when I hold you like that,
It's so hard to believe, but it's all coming back to me,"

Scully sighed, leaned back and listened to the words.  This was her, she had
done this to Mulder.  Fresh tears glistened in her eyes.

"It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now,
There were moments of cold and there were flashes of light,
There were things I'd never do again, but then they've always seemed right,
There were nights of endless pleasure,
It was more than any laws allow,
Baby baby,
If I kiss you like this, and if you whisper like that,
It was lost long ago, but it's all coming back to me,
If you want me like this, and if you need me like that,
It was that long ago, but it's all coming back to me,
It's so hard to resist, and it's all coming back to me,
I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now,"

In her mind, she played through her life since being assigned to the
X-Files.  All the events that had happened.  The cases they had been
through, the times he had risked his life for her, all the times she hadn't
thought about for two years.  She remembered Robert Modell, how Mulder had
pulled the gun on her.  At the memory, a tear slid slowly down her cheek again.

"I thought you were history with the slamming of the door,
And I made myself so strong again somehow,
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then,"

Scully shook her head.  How could she forget Mulder, her best friend?  But
it was true, she hadn't thought about him in so long.

"If I touch you like this, and if you kiss me like that,
It was so long ago, but it's all coming back to me,
If you touch me like this, and if I kiss you like that,
It was gone with the wind, but it's all coming back to me,
It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now,
There were moments of cold and there were flashes of light,
There were things we'd never do again, but then they've always seemed right,
There were nights of endless pleasure,
It was more than all your lousy love,
Baby baby,
When you touch me like this, when you hold me like that,"

She remembered Donny Pfaster, how Mulder had saved her.  How he had held her
afterwards.  She remembered the feeling of security as he put his arms
around her.  How he had comforted her after Melissa's death.  She could
almost feel his arms around her shoulders.

"It was gone with the wind, but it's all coming back to me,
When  you see me like this, and when I see you like that,
Then we see what we want to see,
All coming back to me,
The flesh and the fantasies,
All coming back to me,
I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now,"

She remembered when she had been taken.  How Mulder had sat by her bed and
told her he was there for her.  He loved her and she had never acknowledged
it, and now, he was dead.

"If you forgive me all this, if I forgive you all that,
We forgive and forget and it's all coming back to me, 
Now."
	
Scully put her head on her hands and began to cry.  Her whole body shook
with each convulsing sob.  God, Mulder, how much she missed him.  Why
wouldn't she just admit it?
	She put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space.  The last
two years had been hell.  Without Mulder, without the only one she trusted
and relied on.  Without her best friend.  She thought of all that they had
been through.  How he'd always been there for her, and then, when he'd
really needed her, she couldn't be there for him.  She hated herself for
letting Mulder die.  But he had, and she had cried, and then stopped.  She
had dried up, withdrawn, made herself forget about Mulder.  And she had, she
had forgotten about him.  But it was all coming back to her now.


Sorry if I made any of you cry at the thought of Mulder dying.  I had great
fun trying to establish the lyrics of the Celine Dion song.  If anyone knows
the right lyrics, I'd be grateful to know :)
Luv n Kleenex,
L@ur@ aka BJay, Mistress of Intrigue
X-F QOTW: "Sure, fine, whatever." Syzygy
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Welcomer~Die Bambi Die Brigade#3 - Secretary~Night Crew (Honorary
Member)~Keeper of Vesper (racing snail) and Felix (armadillo)~
Keeper of David's black silk boxers (I wish) And I'm going to MancheXter '97 :)

"You're too salty, like a pretzel."
Manda

"Sarcasm is never wasted.  Even if no-one got it, you still have to
satisfaction of knowing you've outsmarted someone."
Chris

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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:02:54 1996
DISCLAIMER:  i don't own any of em, and i really can't be bothered to put in
a long disclaimer :)
No spoilers
MSR-ish
Feedback to laura@self.ndirect.co.uk

Part 2 - Imagine

Dana Scully's apartment
5th June 1999 5:30pm
Scully pulled up the car and got out.  The DJ on the radio had gone on to
play some more recent tunes, and she had flicked the radio off.  The tears
had continued to trickle slowly down her face.  As she left the car she
slammed the door hard, and the car shook.  She wiped her eyes.  She knew she
must look terrible.  She staggered into her apartment and pressed the play
button on her answering machine.  There was a call from her mom.  She was
worried about her because she hadn't called in a while.  "Don't worry, Mom,"
she said to the machine.  "I'm fine, just missing Mulder, and it's about
time I did."
	She sighed and glanced in the mirror, wiping the tears from her eyes.
There was a loud beep, and the next message began.  "Scully, it's me.  Miss
me?  Sorry I left you.  I'm sorry, Scully.  I...."
	The message was cut off.  Scully turned slowly towards the machine, tears
forming once again in her blood shot eyes.  Mulder's voice?  She had to be
mistaken.  Mulder was dead.  And yet, it sounded so much like Mulder.  Of
course, she had been thinking of Mulder a lot just now.  It was probably the
memories that had made her imagine Mulder's voice.  She walked quickly over
to the machine and rewound the tape.  She played it again and listened
carefully.  Her mom's message seemed to take forever.  It ended with a long
beep.  Scully breathed in quickly.  The machine beeped again twice.
Scully's head snapped up.  Where was the message from Mulder?
	She collapsed on the sofa, taking her head in her hands, halfway between
laughing and crying.  Of course there was no message from Mulder.  Mulder
had died two years earlier.  It was just a figment of her tortured
imagination.  She sighed.  It had been a long time since she'd last cried,
particularly about Mulder.
	She curled up and hugged her knees, the tears falling afresh.  It had taken
two years, but the grief had finally caught up with her.  She lay back and
buried her head in the cushions on the sofa.  She sat up slowly, her cheeks
red and tear-stained.  She leaned over and pulled open a drawer on her
coffee table.  It was a drawer that, like many other things, had remained
closed over the last two years.  Inside were crime scene photos from many of
the cases she and Mulder had tackled over the four years.  There was one
from the Jersey Devil case.  Mulder was leaning over the wild woman's body,
a look of regret in his eyes.  His hair was falling gently across his
forehead and his chin was dusted with a 5 o' clock shadow.  She smiled.  It
was so Mulder.  
	There was one of the two of them together.  The photographer had taken it
to use up his film and Mulder had bought it off him and given it to Scully
as a kind of joke Christmas present for Christmas '96.  His last Christmas.  
It was after the cockroach case.  They were standing in the midst of chaos,
covered in manure.  Scully smiled, remembering that case.  Mulder had been
all over a certain entomologist.  Scully had not been impressed.  
But that was Mulder.  Mr. Unpredictable.  She flicked through the rest of
the photos, smiling gently at all of them.  Remembering.  The photos brought
back the memories she had discarded for the last two years.  She thought
back to the song she had heard in the car.  "I can barely recall, but it's
all coming back to me now."
She sighed.  It was a shaky sigh, full of uncertainty.  It was all coming
back, and she remembered it all.  She remembered Mulder holding her.  He had
always cared so much for her, and she had barely ever recognised it.  She
had cared for him too, but she had never really shown him how she felt.  She
had never let him know what he meant to her, and now, now it was too late.
He was dead, even if she did think she heard his voice on the answering
machine.  She had just better face it - she was imagining things.

Wow!  Depressing right!  Oh well, mebbe things will cheer up in part 4 :)
Luv n prozac,
L@ur@ aka BJay, Mistress of Intrigue
X-F QOTW: "Sure, fine, whatever." Syzygy
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SALTY TO THE END!
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Check out the Teenage Davidites Home Page -
http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/5996, 
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(JP) Twin~Pretzel Girl~X-Phile Newspaper~Gillian Admirer~Author of L@ur@'s
weekly BOSSIs~XPA#215~OEM#21 - Official Reporter for the FM Topic~FAMISH
(Fevered Admirers of Mulder's Intellect, Sensuality and Humour) - Official
Welcomer~Die Bambi Die Brigade#3 - Secretary~Night Crew (Honorary
Member)~Keeper of Vesper (racing snail) and Felix (armadillo)~
Keeper of David's black silk boxers (I wish) And I'm going to MancheXter '97 :)

"You're too salty, like a pretzel."
Manda

"Sarcasm is never wasted.  Even if no-one got it, you still have to
satisfaction of knowing you've outsmarted someone."
Chris

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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:02:57 1996
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, yadda yadda, belongs to CC, 1013 and Fox
MSR-ish
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Part 3 - Never Forget

Dana Scully's apartment, Washington DC
6th June 1999 8:23am
It was a Saturday morning.  Scully awoke to find herself on the sofa.  She
had slept on her sofa.  How like Mulder.  She gave a weak smile.  The phone
rang.  It was her mom again.
	"Dana?"
	"Hi Mom."
	"Are you okay?  I haven't heard from you in a while."
	"Yeah Mom, I got your message, I just didn't get a chance to phone you yet."
	"Dana, you know I worry about you."
	"I'm sorry, Mom.  I've just been kinda busy lately, and..." She trailed off.
	"I....I know it's coming up to the anniversary of Fox's..."
	Her daughter cut her off.  "Yeah, I know Mom.  I'm handling it, okay?"
	"Would you like me to come round?  I guess you might need a shoulder to cry
on."  Mrs. Scully was aware that her daughter had not shown any grief for
her partner after the memorial service, at least, not in front of her, but
that did not stop her from asking.
	"No, Mom, I'll be okay," Scully's voice started breaking.  "I just...."
She broke off and started crying again.
	"Dana, honey."
	"Oh, Mom, I miss him," she sobbed, uncontrollably.
	"I know honey, I know.  I'll come round straight away."
	"No, Mom, you don't have to..."
	"I want to, Dana.  You need me."
	"Okay, Mom," she whispered.
	She hung up the phone, her lip quivering, and tears shimmering in her eyes.
	Her mom was round half an hour later.  She held her tight and rocked her
gently, as if she were a child again.  All Scully could think of was Mulder
though.  How Mulder had held her.  He always knew the right thing to say.
Well, almost always.  He had his moments of tactlessness, but Scully wasn't
thinking of that right then.  
	"Are you all right, honey?"  Her mom asked, when at last her tears had
subsided.
	"I just miss him, Mom.  I never realised how much, but I miss him.  I miss
the way he used to joke, the way he used to smile.  I miss the way he used
to hold me."
	Margaret Scully smiled into her daughter's hair.  She had always suspected
there was more than just a working relationship between her daughter and her
partner.  But Dana had never seemed that overwrought at Mulder's death.  She
knew she was, particularly after the incident at the memorial service, but
after that, Dana had withdrawn from the real world and forgotten everything
about her partner.  Now it had all come back in a big rush, throwing her
emotionally off the scales.  
	She remembered the memorial service all too clearly.  Mulder's mom had
given a beautiful speech.  Afterwards, Dana had said something too.  It had
been the most beautiful thing she had ever her issued from her daughter's
lips.  She had walked slowly up to the lectern at the front, her eyes full
of pain and grief.  She stood behind the lectern and gripped the edges
tightly with her fingers.  The speech she gave came straight from the heart.
By the end of it, the tears were quivering in her eyes.  "The most memorable
thing about Mulder was.....was he was an....amazing person.  He had
so.....so much pain, but he always knew the right thing to say when you were
feeling down.  He was special, he.....he.......He's someone I'll never forget."
She hurried down the aisle, the tears streaming down her cheeks.  She
collapsed into her mom's arms.  "Oh, Mom!  I loved him......."
	Margaret Scully held her daughter tight, memories of that day seeming so
close.  
	Dana wiped the tears from her eyes, and sat up.  Her mom gave her a
sympathetic smile.  "Mom, what am I going to do?"
	Margaret Scully shook her head.  "You've spent these last two years
ignoring his death.  Now it's all come back.  You've got to learn to move on
and just keep his memory.  His memory it important."
	Dana nodded.  "Don't worry, Mom.  I'll never forget."


Luv,
L@ur@ aka BJay, Mistress of Intrigue
X-F QOTW: "Sure, fine, whatever." Syzygy
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
SALTY TO THE END!
bjay@the-lair.com, laura@self.ndirect.co.uk
Check out the Teenage Davidites Home Page -
http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/5996, 
Teenage Davidite Founder~X-Phile~DDTeen~XPRA~High But Grounded~
Samanthite#9~LODD~XF-Romantics~X-F-Fanfic~~SYDDDF~SPCDD~First Church Of
David Duchovny~Litchfield Twin~Tyxilix Twin of Intrigue~2 Point 4 Children
(JP) Twin~Pretzel Girl~X-Phile Newspaper~Gillian Admirer~Author of L@ur@'s
weekly BOSSIs~XPA#215~OEM#21 - Official Reporter for the FM Topic~FAMISH
(Fevered Admirers of Mulder's Intellect, Sensuality and Humour) - Official
Welcomer~Die Bambi Die Brigade#3 - Secretary~Night Crew (Honorary
Member)~Keeper of Vesper (racing snail) and Felix (armadillo)~
Keeper of David's black silk boxers (I wish) And I'm going to MancheXter '97 :)

"You're too salty, like a pretzel."
Manda

"Sarcasm is never wasted.  Even if no-one got it, you still have to
satisfaction of knowing you've outsmarted someone."
Chris

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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:03:00 1996
See part one for disclaimer etc....:)

Part 4 - Wiping away the tears

Dana Scully's apartment, Washington DC
6th June 1999 1:13pm
Her mom went home after about an hour.  Eventually the tears subsided and
Scully was left with an empty ache inside her.
	It was an indescribable feeling of grief, like nothing she had felt before,
not even when her father or her sister died.  But this was different.  This
was Mulder.  She sighed heavily and got up.  She changed her clothes, having
slept in her skirt and shirt.  She threw on a t-shirt and sweat pants.  It
was a fairly warm day.  This June was warmer than the June of two years
earlier.  She slid inside the car, the bright sun seeming too bright.  She
resented its brightness.  It was too happy and cheery, how could it be so
light, when her heart was so dark.
	She drove down the pleasant Annapolis streets, watching children playing
and happy couples walking arm in arm.  Life wasn't fair.
	In a moment of inspiration, she pulled over by a roadside flower stall and
bought a single red rose.  She eventually arrived at the Grove Park
Cemetery, where Mulder's memorial stone had been placed.  She wandered
through the rows of tombstones, thinking of all they represented.  Each
stone held a life, a person's life.  It held so much - people who knew that
person, people who were helped by that person, people who loved that person....
	She sighed again, feeling her eyes prick with tears.  Mulder's stone was
surrounded by a smooth grassy flat.  A row of bright purple flowers fenced
it off at the left and a majestic oak towered to its right.  Scully sat on
the wooden bench that was facing the stone.  She clutched the rose in her
small hands, feeling the thorns press against her palms.  She hadn't been
here since the memorial service.  She owed it to Mulder to be here now.
	"Hi Mulder," she said, her lower lip quivering softly.  "I thought it was
about time I came to see you again."  She sighed and squeezed her hand
tighter around the thorny stem of the blood red rose.
	"I....haven't been coping too well, I guess.  I haven't thought about you
in a long while and I'm sorry.  It seems as though you were never gone, like
you just died yesterday, and the pain feels that way too."
	She started to move her hand to wipe the steadily flowing tears from her
cheeks, but stopped and let them fall anyway.
	"I've never really been one to let my feelings out.....I know you only saw
me cry once....It's like I never grieved for you.  I know I did, but that's
not how it feels.  When you died, Mulder, you left a void, somewhere inside
me.  Instead of letting it heal slowly, I tried to fill it with something
else.  Mulder left my life and was forgotten.  I should never have let you
go Mulder.  You were always the best, closest friend I had.  How could I let
that go?  How could I forget you, Mulder?  What have I done to myself?  To
your memory?  I wish I could just turn back the clock and make everything
right..."
	She broke off in stifled sobs, the tears pouring down her cheeks in rivets.
	"But......but I can't"
	She put her head on hers arms and cried for over half an hour, letting the
tears drip from her chin and soak her t-shirt and sweat pants.  
	Eventually she looked up, her tear filled eyes blurry, barely able to make
out the shape of Mulder's stone, let alone the inscription she herself had
chosen.
	After a while, she became aware of the throbbing pain in her palms.  The
thorns from the stem of the rose had pierced the skin on her palms and blood
was dripping from her tightly clenched fists.  Smiling through the pain and
tears, she got up from the bench, he knees quaking under her.  Shakily, she
walked over to the memorial stone and laid the rose down beside it with
bloodstained fingers.  The stem of the rose was red-brown, stained with her
blood.  She pressed her palms together above Mulder's stone, watching the
blood drip slowly down onto the rough granite and damp soil.  
	"Mulder," she whispered under her breath.  "I'm so sorry, Mulder."
	She watched through her tears as her blood fell to the soil, soaking in
slowly.  Although Mulder's body had never been recovered, she felt as though
he was with her.  Here with her now, wiping away the tears.
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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:03:03 1996
Part 5 - Not a dream after all
Dana Scully’s apartment
7th June 1999 9:20am
Dana Scully slowly awoke.  Her eyes felt glued together by the tears she had
shed the previous night.  She looked in a mirror and grimaced.  Her eyes
were dark and tired, like she had hardly slept.
	She sighed and sat on the side of her bed, a million thoughts running
through her mind.  She had been such an idiot.  Mulder had been her best
friend....She laughed at herself.  It hurt her face to smile.  Mulder was
more that just a friend, she would just never admit it.
	She had fallen in Mulder almost instantly, but she had hidden it under her
highly scientific, sceptical facade.  The truth was, there was no man she
would rather have married than Fox Mulder.  Well, now it was too late, much
too late.  He was dead....
	She felt herself about to burst into tears again, but stopped herself.
What would Mulder think of her?  This was so un-Scully-like.  She got
through the day with a heavy heart (Authors note: sorry about the terrible
cliché there:)  and staggered into bed that night.  The last few days, it
seemed that she had been on autopilot.  She was doing things mechanically,
without emotion.  As the 2 year anniversary of Mulder’s death drew closer,
Scully felt worse and worse.  Her stomach felt twisted inside her stomach.
	On the evening of the 8th of June, she fell asleep early, around 8pm.  She
was awoken a couple of hours later by a doorbell.  She got up and staggered
to the door bleary eyed, the tears still staining her cheeks.
	She opened the door slowly, drawing in a gasping breath.  Mulder?  She was
sure she was dreaming, even pinched herself....
	Mulder tumbled into her arms, like a half remembered event of years ago.
He was completely doped out, and even Scully was not sure if she was
imagining things or not.  She carried him to her bed and laid him down.  
	She sat by his bed, holding his hand, afraid to close her eyes incase when
she woke up he was gone, that it was just a dream.  She sat with him all
through the night, holding his hand, and whispering in his slumbering ears.
He didn’t vanish at midnight, or fade away into the dawn.  He was here.  It
wasn’t a dream, after all.

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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:03:06 1996
Okay, tis more happy this time...:)  See part 1 for disclaimer, and anyone
is welcome to forward this put it on their homepage....whatever.  As long as
it remains intact w/ disclaimer etc.

Part 6 - No way out

Location unknown
11th June 1997, time unknown
Fox Mulder lay unconscious on a bed.  He had been bathed and cleaned.  He
had been brought back from the brink of death.  Despite Gallagher's
attempts, his lungs had been pretty full of water and at one point, the
doctors had worried that they had lost him.  But he was a fighter, like his
sister, he had pulled through.  He had been wheeled down corridors that
looked so similar, they could have been the same.  Not that he was aware of
it at all.  He had been in a coma since he had plunged into the icy cold
water at the bottom of the ravine.  Alongside the nurse pushing the gurney,
walked a fairly tall woman with wavy light brown hair and green eyes.  She
talked with the nurse and eagerly gained as much information of Mulder's
condition as she could.  They wheeled him into a room much like every other
room in this strange place.  The nurse left and the woman took his hand in
hers.  Mulder stirred.  It was a warm room he was in.  Not hot, but
pleasantly warm.  He smiled and drifted out of his slumber.  A woman was
standing over him.  She smiled at him.  Soft light radiated from wall lamps,
casting dim shadows on the floor.  He gazed up at her, unknowing.  His head
ached and his lungs felt cramped.  He could taste stale water in his mouth.
The woman was about 4 years younger than him, but her eyes seemed infinitely
older.  She leaned over and kissed his forehead, her lips soft and gentle.
"Hello, Fox."
	His green eyes opened wide and filled with tears. "Samantha?"
	"I missed you," she whispered in his ear.
	"I missed you too."  His voice was hoarse and low.  "Where are we?"
	"Just a place.  It's not important.  We can't leave anyway."
	"Why not?"
	"We're prisoners, Fox, and the sooner you accept that, the better.  There's
no way out."
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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:03:14 1996
Disclaimer in earlier parts

Part 7 - Deeper into darkness

Dana Scully's apartment
9th June 1999 6:17am
Mulder awoke, slipping out of his dream.  "Samantha?"  He murmured.  
	He opened his eyes.  A kind face stared down at him, eyes full of concern.
It was a face he knew oh so well.  Deep azure eyes and silken strawberry
blond hair.  It wasn't his sister, but he knew who it was.  "Scully."
	She smiled.  He recognised her.  She placed a hand against the side of his
face, feeling the rasp of the stubble against her soft palm.  Her eyes were
tired.  She had not slept properly in days, and had not slept at all that
night.  The sun had risen an hour earlier and was gently flowing in through
the window.  It reflected off her hair and made her eyes sparkle and alive.
He put his hand over hers, feeling the life flood back into his veins.  Her
touch brought him back from wherever it was he had been.  He felt alive.
	They rose soon after that.  Scully no longer felt tired, and Mulder was
refreshed and full of new life.  Scully was pushing him for information, she
was almost angry at him for disappearing for so long, but Mulder would not
say a word until he had eaten and showered.  Scully waited impatiently as he
did both.
	At last she got him to sit down and relate his story.
	"I thought I was going to die," he began, gazing astounded at the grief
captured behind her deep blue eyes.  "When I fell, I really thought that was
it, and I was dead.  I hit the water hard and went really deep.  I tried to
swim to the surface, but I was disoriented.  I hit my head on the side of
the ravine and I struggled to stay conscious.  My lungs were bursting and I
could hear the roaring of the water flooding the cave.  All I could think of
was what if you died, what would I do.  I felt something touch my leg, but I
was near drowning.  I finally gave in and let the unconsciousness wash over
me, but as I drifted away, I felt something cold pressed to my mouth and I
could feel air pushed into my lungs.  I guess I passed out then.
	"The next thing I knew, I was in this place.  Samantha was there, she said
we were prisoners.  I don't remember much else.  They pumped so many drugs
into me I can hardly recall a thing about those two years.  They're like a
dream."  He took a deep breath before going on.
	"It was a setup, Scully.  The whole thing.  Gallagher, he.....he was
working for them.  They employed a serial killer to set me up, so they could
catch me.  I was supposed to follow him to California and fall into that
ravine, they planned it.  He saved me, he saved my life.  He *was*
amphibious, Scully, he breathed through his gills for both of us, and gave
me mouth to mouth as he swam.  He saved me and took me to them.  They filled
me up with drugs, monitored my thought processes, my emotions, everything.
I'm betting I've even got a little implant hidden away in the back of my neck."
	He stopped and watched in amazement as his partner's eyes filled up with
tears.  "And Samantha?"
	"I wanted to bring her with me, but she wouldn't come, and I'm almost glad.
She's grown attached to that place, she wouldn't be able to survive in the
outside world, she has lived there since she was eight years old....she's
safer there than she would ever be with me."
	"How did you escape?"
	"Sam helped me, they know she is too afraid to leave and they've never been
too secretive around her.  She knows things about that place.  She helped me
escape."
	"Are they after you?"
	"I hope not."
	A crash made them both spin around in shock.  Iain Gallagher burst in
through the door an automatic shotgun clasped in his hand.  In one swift
movement, he had slid across the room and knocked Mulder out by clipping him
around the head with the barrel.  Her grabbed Scully from behind and pressed
the cold metal of the barrel to her temple.  "Let's go now, missy," he
whispered in her ear.  "Wouldn't wanta wake your boyfriend, there."
	He dragged her away, out of her apartment and into a sewer.
	Mulder lay unconscious on the floor, a tiny dribble of blood on his
forehead.  His mind not fully comprehending the events of the day.  She was
lost.  Scully.  Lost.  He had found her, but now, she was lost again.  Lost
and found.  He slipped deeper into darkness.
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From laura@self.ndirect.co.uk Mon Nov 25 06:03:17 1996
Okay.  Well this is *definitely* NC-17, so if you're a minor (yeah, right)
or easily offended, you may not wanta read the last part:))))  Anyway, same
old disclaimers it's not mine it's Chris Carter's, Fox's and 1013 etc.  Ya
know.  So, don't read this when the parents are around!:))))  Just don't say
I didn't warn you...


Part 8 - Take action

Dana Scully's apartment
9th June 1999,12:05pm
Mulder awoke slowly.  His head ached and he still felt weak from the journey
he had made on his return to Scully.  
Scully.  
	Suddenly Mulder was more alert.  Gallagher had reappeared, and now he had
taken Scully.  He had to save her.  Had to.  But what could he do?  He had
no idea what Gallagher had planned, or where he would take Mulder's pretty,
red haired partner.  He staggered to his feet, swaying dizzily.  He put a
hand to his forehead.  The cut on his forehead had dried.  Blood was
plastered in a small stream down the side of his face.  He staggered to the
bathroom and dabbed gently at the wound.  He cleaned it easily and as he
applied his thoughts to the task in hand, his head began to clear.  He
frowned and tried to concentrate on Scully's disappearance.  Where could she
be?  Where would Gallagher take her?
	Mulder glanced at the clock on Scully's bedside table.  It read the date as
9th June.  The day before he went missing.  Suddenly, Mulder realised
something.  When he had written the profile of Gallagher two years earlier,
he had established that Gallagher was a routine killer.  He kept to a strict
regime, and enjoyed reliving his successes.  
	Mulder picked up the telephone and dialled, his fingers shaking.  "Hi, I
was wondering when your next flight to San Francisco was."
	He nodded and "uh huh"-ed a few times.  "Yeah, as soon as possible, if
that's okay."
	He glanced at the clock.  Yeah, that'd be great.  Thanks."
	He quoted his credit card number and agreed to pick up the ticket upon his
arrival at the airport.  He put down the phone slowly and left for his
apartment.  He was going to have to pack.

* * * * * * * * * *

Part 9 - Confrontations

San Francisco, CA
9th June 1999, 5pm
Gallagher had tied Scully up and thrown her in the passenger compartment of
his small three man plane.  He had got his pilot's licence 5 years earlier
which would have surprised Scully if she had been in a state of mind where
trivial things like that mattered.  As it was, she was more concerned about
whether she was going to live or die.  They had landed in San Francisco and
he had bundled her out of the plane and into the trunk of a hire car.
Scully was so afraid.  She was having flashbacks to her abduction by Duane
Barry.  He had an apartment near the beach and he took her there.  She was
still tied up.  He threw her to the floor of the apartment.
	She was sobbing as quietly as she could.  He advanced slowly towards her,
and evil sparkle in his eyes.  He knelt beside her, his hands quivering over
her helpless body.  "Shh," he said, his Southern accent all but soothing.
"Don't worry, sweetheart."
	He brushed her hair off her neck and placed a kiss there.  Scully
shuddered.  He slapped her across the face.  "Don't push me, darling."
* * * * * * * * * *

9:35pm
Mulder left the airport and was about to head for the caves when he realised
he would be too early.  Gallagher would relish in sticking to his schedule,
and therefore, wouldn't be there for another 5 hours.  It was frustrating,
and he clenched his fists, looking for something to punch.  He had no idea
where Gallagher could be, he didn't know San Francisco too well and
Gallagher would no doubt be hiding out somewhere with Scully.  He found a
coffee bar and sat there for several hours, downing a coffee every hour or so.
	At 1:30 am, he started heading for the cave.

* * * * * * * * * *

1:15am
Gallagher had no idea Mulder was around.  He didn't expect him to follow
them.  He wasn't stupid, but his compulsive behaviour often caused him to
act before he thought.
	He awoke Scully who was asleep on the floor.  He picked her up and carried
her down to the beach and the caves.  At the sight of the black rocks
looming before her, Scully stiffened.  He entered the cave and tossed her to
the ground.  She tried to crawl away but he grabbed her by the wrists.  He
dragged her onwards a few feet and into the darkness of the cavern.  Her
legs were scratched up by the rough edges of the rock surface and she moaned
in pain.
	Gallagher placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up against the
wall.  Tears bled down her cheeks.  He pressed his mouth on top of hers,
forcing his tongue into her mouth.  She tried to bite him, but he sensed her
movements and dug his knuckles into her stomach.  Her hands were tied behind
her and pressed between her body and the cave wall.  She could feel her arms
going numb.  He pulled away from her and reached his hand up to unbutton her
shirt.  She stiffened, turning her head away as if doing so could stop him.
He ripped the shirt away from her, ripping it in half so it would come over
her hands past the rope binding.
	He smiled, an evil glint in his eyes.  It scared Scully more than she could
ever imagine.  He reached up and cupped her breast in his hand.  She
shuddered, trying to pull away from him, but being unable to because of the
wall behind her.  Using his body to keep her firmly against the wall, he
slid his other hand down to the bottom of her skirt.
	Tears were still rolling down her cheeks and her breathing was ragged.  He
pushed her skirt up her leg, his fingers gliding slowly up her thigh.  He
reached the top of her leg and then pressed her skirt down her legs until it
pooled at her feet.  Scully cried out softly, trying to pull away from his
touch but still not succeeding.  He brought his hand up and slapped her once
again.  "No!"  He said, sternly.  "Behave now, missy."
	He pressed his hand to the top of her thighs, trying to part her legs.  She
bit her lip and tried not to cry again.  She knew what was going to happen.
He was going to rape her and murder her.  That was it.  She had just got
Mulder back and now she was going to lose him again.  She was going to die.

* * * * * * * * * *

2:15am
Mulder staggered into the cave.  He listened carefully, he could hear
something up ahead.  He ventured forwards as quickly as he could.  As he
turned a corner, he saw Gallagher and Scully.  He had Scully down to her
underwear.  She was still alive.  Not happy, but still alive.
	"Gallagher!"  He called into the darkness.
	Gallagher spun round and Scully dropped to the floor, smacking her head
against the wall.  Mulder went for his gun and fired a couple of shots.
Gallagher fell, blood pouring from his chest.  Mulder advanced on him,
standing over him the gun pointed down at him.  Gallagher was dead.  Mulder
ran over to the side of the cave and lifted Scully into his arms.  She was
still conscious, but her head was bleeding and she was shaking.  He put his
arms around her and held her close.  "Mulder...."  She sobbed.
	"Shh, shh," he whispered. 
	He threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed his mouth to the top
of her head, planting a gentle kiss there.
	"Scully, I was so worried I'd lost you....  I couldn't take that, I......I
love you Scully."
	She looked up at him, her eyes red and tear stained.  Her speech was no
longer broken.  "I love you too."

* * * * * * * * * *

Part 10 - One life

Dana Scully's apartment
13th June, 9pm
Scully had been released from hospital earlier that day.  Both she and
Mulder had been interrogated by Skinner about their various abductions.
Many people were glad to see Mulder back.
	Mulder had picked Scully up from the hospital and taken her back to her
apartment.  They hadn't said much since their profession of their love for
each other, and both now felt awkward at the opportunity to discuss what
both had said.
	"Scully, I..."
	"Mulder..."
	They both laughed.  Scully waved her hand at him, and he continued.  "I er,
just wanted to say that I meant what I said.  I do love you."
	"I love you too."
	He smiled and moved closer.  He put a hand behind her head and gently
pressed his lips to hers.
	After her recent ordeal with Gallagher, Scully was nervous, but she felt
safe with Mulder.  She knew he would protect her.
	He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue soft and tender inside her mouth,
moving gently.  She put her arms round him, running her fingers up and down
his spine, making him shiver.  She reached down and slid his t-shirt over
his head, glancing her hands over his smooth chest.  She pressed her lips to
his skin, feeling the electricity spark through her body.  He moved closer
and made to unbutton her shirt.  He stopped, his hands hovering over her
breasts.  "Are you sure....I mean, after all that you've been through...."
	"Mulder, I love you, I want to be with you, to feel you inside me.  This is
the right thing to do..."
	He cut her off with another kiss, his tongue softly seductive on her lips.
She parted her lips, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth, feeling her
close. His shaking hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt.  He smoothed her
shirt away from her shoulders, running his fingers up her smooth, white
stomach.  His eyes trailed down from her face, past the black lace of her
bra, across the white expanse of stomach and down to the wait of her jeans.
His eyes met hers and he leaned forwards to kiss her once again.  At the
last second he pulled away and pressed his lips to her neck.  He made his
way down to her stomach.
	Scully leaned towards him and slid her had gently up the inside of his
thigh cupping him through his jeans.  He could feel the weight of her
breasts pressed against his chest.  He moaned quietly, but she moved her
hand away and undid the button, pushing his jeans quickly down his long
legs.  He moved even closer, drawing her near to him, and she could feel the
soft cotton of his boxer shorts brush against her stomach.  He slid her
jeans off next, throwing them away and returning his hands to her middle
where he softly caressed her stomach with tender thumbs.  
	He stroked his hands up from her hips and reached round behind her to
unclasp her bra.  It fell away from her and he threw it away to join the
rest of their clothes.  He pulled her close, enjoying the sensation of her
soft breasts pressed against his bare chest.  He lovingly caressed her his
fingertips grazing her nipples, making her shudder with pleasure.  He
pressed his mouth to her nipple, kissing and suckling.  She arched her back,
moaning in pleasure and excitement.  She slid his dark coloured cotton boxer
shorts off him, feeling the length of him pressed against her thigh.  She
sighed pulling him even closer.  He smiled, and slid her white panties down
her smooth legs.  He held her tight.  She moved, and he moaned quietly.  She
slid towards him, urging him inside her.  He held her back.
	"Scully, I...  I just want to make sure you really want this, that you
really........love me."
	She looked directly into his eyes, feeling as though she was falling into
them.  Green pools flecked with gold.  "Mulder, I love you.  I love you as
I've never loved anyone before.  I love you, and I want you, Mulder...."
        "I just....I need to know, Scully, that you really love me."
        "You know I do, Mulder.  Always.  I love you more than life itself.
I love you, Fox Mulder."
        He smiled, the final hint of anxiety melting away from his face. He
slid a hand down to the tops of her thighs, feeling inside her, exploring
gently.  Softly, huskily, she cried his name.  He withdrew his hand and
pressed her body to his, feeling the passion and the heat pass between them.
Enjoying the smooth sensation of skin against skin.  "Mulder please..."
        He kissed her and entered her in one swift motion.  She gasped,
biting her lip as she felt his hips grind against her own. Thrusting and
pushing he twisted his fingers through her hair pulling her mouth up to his.
The passion inside him took over, and he drove, pushing himself in further
and further.  She joined his rhythm and they moved as one.  One rhythm, one
love, one life.  She arched towards him again, feeling as though he
possessed her whole body.  "Mulder...." she cried, as she felt the euphoria
flood through her.
        Mulder gasped and cried out her name as together, they tumbled into
ecstasy.

El fin
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