Title: ONLY IN HIS DREAMS-Last Chance pt.II
Rating: See Part I 
Spoilers: " 
Description: " 
"The X-Files: Last Chance" 
Part II of II 
By: Danielle Miller 
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not property of me and soli
belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox. There is no money being made
off of this story and no copyright is intended.


The doctors pushed Mulder out of the room.

"No," he said. "I have to stay here!"  But that didn't stop them, he was
soon out of the room.

Inside, the doctors were yelling orders to others, poking things in and
out of the dead Scully.  The heart monitor stayed at a long beep. Mulder
started walking back and forth infront of the window, running his hands
through his hair.

"Scully, come back," he said. "I love you." he now whispered.

"Pulse is a steady 56, we've got her back!" a doctor said.

"Alright, lets get this woman to surgery if we want to save her!" another
said.  Mulder sighed a breath of relief. Scully was alive. But not for
long, not if she didn't get into the OR. They weren't out of the woods
yet.

The doors of the her room burst open, making Mulder jump back. Before he
could say anything, Scully was in her bed flying down the hallway with
doctors surrounding her.  There was nothing he could do now. He walking
into the waiting room and rested his head in his hands, which were resting
on his knees.

Mulder jumped up as the doctor came in.

"Where is Mrs. Scully?" the doctor asked coldly.  For a moment, Mulder
thought he sounded like Skinner. "She's not here, but you can tell me," he
said.

I'm sorry," he said turning around to leave. "Only family members."

Mulder put his hand around the guys arm and turned him around. "Please
tell me, she means to the world to me."

The doctor paused for a moment. "She died in surgery. I'm sorry, she
didn't make it." the doctor said, leaving the room.

Mulder was left standing in the middle of the waiting room all alone. Any
minute he would break down and cry, and he didn't want to do it in the
open. He quickly walked into the bathroom.  There, he started to cry.

His partner was gone. He was left with no one. Who could he talk to? No
one understood the way Scully did. No one could ever replace her porcelain
skin, her beautiful smile. Scully was gone.  She was dead. Forever.

All his pain and anger was left out as he sobbed in the bathroom. It
wasn't fair. It wasn't right. Without Scully, nothing in Mulder's life
would be right. then he felt a sharp object slam into his left temple. He
turned around and his eyes were met by a scrubby man with clothes on that
were to big for him and had holes everywhere.

"I finished Scully off, now it's your turn, and I wont miss," a low voice
answered.  Usually, Mulder would have fought and argued in a situation
like this. But not this time. No.  Scully was dead. And now he might as
well die.

He rested his head on the mirror and closed his eyes. "Do it," he said, as
the man pulled the trigger.

Mulder shot up from his couch, breathing hard with sweat dripping down his
face.

A dream. He looked over at his clock. It read 3:45am.

Just to make sure, he reached for the phone and dialed in a number.

"Hello?" A very tired voice came.

"Scully, are you ok?"

"Mulder! It's quarter till! What do you want!?"

"Just to see if you were ok. Better let you go. Try to get back to sleep.
See you in a couple of hours," he said and hung up.

Scully hung up the phone, half annoyed and half delighted. "Why did he
call?" she mumbled, and was soon lost in a world of dreams.

Scully was alive.

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