From: junebug@cybercomm.net (Junebug)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: New: Last Words
Date: 2 Apr 1996 21:42:34 GMT


Notes: this is a simple one scener that due to a few rather loud hints,
will be developed into a prequel.  Thanks goes to any singer whose ever
made or sung a country song.  They know what music is!  Excuse me while I
duck the flames :) Most of all this goes to M&Sers whose nagging and
hinting will see me through the prequel, right Tim? 

Disclaimers:I don't, have never, and probably won't own Mulder, Scully or
Margeret.  I do own the story, which you welcome to distribute with
permission, most likely happily given :)

Title:Last Words 
Rating: PG 
Notes: Undertones of romantic torture. 
email:Junebug@raven.cybercom.com
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	Dim yellow light, from the bare bulb glinted off the silver of the
tin tray.  Seeds, once his favorite, laid forgotten as all thoughts of
eating died.  Died like the dreams and hopes he held for his future.  A
future lost to those who invented it.
	Looking inward, Mulder remember the only reason he ever tried to
continue in his room of hell.  Where the beige bare walls, echoed the
bareness of his soul.  Gone was all decorations of life.  Only a single
thought to match the lone single bed.  Where he would lie wondering how
life went so wrong. 

	Standing up, Mulder walked over to the bookshelf that contained
his only link to his now diminishing sanity.  Pulling a small volume from
the shelf, his finger tip traced the lone word on its cover; Journal, as
the tear traced its own path.
	Opening the cover, familiar words long etched in his memory,
leaped to pull him into a time of beliefs.  Beliefs in a world where the
Truth still existed.  Dana's words reminded him of their dreams, in words
once written by her long since cold hand, told of her hopes.  Hopes of the
wedding they shared, the house they wanted and the child they were
expecting.  Hopes that died when Dana fell to the hands of the unreachable
enemy.
	"Dana, what did we do?  Where did I go so wrong?", his plea asked
his wife.  As if even from death, her answer would be forthcoming. 


	"Fox", came the cautious reply outside the steel bars of his cell. 
The cell that locked the body, could not compare to the one around his
heart.  The one long ago sealed.  Never to be opened to day's promise, a
promise of the future.  No, future was gone.  It had been buried when Dana
was, a goodbye he never got to witness.  Inmates weren't afforded that
luxury.
	He didn't want to see her, another reminder of Dana.  Another
vision of things lost, things never to be given to her aging eyes.  She
didn't condemn him, just the opposite.  Margeret Scully believed in him,
and in his truth. 

	Margeret refused to let Fox build a wall against her.  She'd lost
so much in her long life, and now she faced another. 
	When her husband died, she had been devastated but yet Margeret
continued on.  After all, one expected to eventually to lose their life's
partner.  Melissa's death had been one to almost tear her apart.  To know
her daughter died as a mistake, a mistake that meant to take her other
daughter, had ripped her soul apart.  Oh how she wanted revenge, to go
against all her beliefs and kill the one who did.  In the end Dana's
perserverence brought the man to some form of justice.  Knowing the man
was killed by his own, didn't stop the ache.
	Now Margeret failed to find the strength to continue.  How like
Fox, she wished to join Dana in that ceaseless sleep.  Dana's death had
done more than destoyed Fox, it was killing him. 

	"Fox, please.  I came to say goodbye, please don't shut me out",
Margeret's voiced begged. 
	He did finally.  He turned around to face the mother of the one he
would never leave, even in death.
	Slipping the small book towards the woman's age-worn hands, Mulder
said "Take this.  Its Dana's, she would want you to know how she felt." 
Mindless of the tears that ran down her face, Mulder continued.  "She
loved you, and she loved the way you loved her father.  It.....".  Mulder
choked as he tried again, "it was something she believed we had, something
that we would never lose".
	Reaching throught the thin slots, Margret touched his face. 
Burning his soul at the reminder of another woman's touch.  "Fox, you had
that with Dana.  She believed in you.  Don't blame yourself for this, we
all know you didn't do it".  Margeret added, as the tears from her face
spilled, "We'll never blame you, no one could love Dana like you did and
hurt her.  Oh god, where did we go wrong?  Fox, I love you.  Please tell
my family I love them, tell Dana"  Her voice choked, words halted as pain
began an ew.  Pain that would never leave her tired body.  "Tell
her.....", she tried but failed again.
	"You better go, Margeret", Mulder insturcted her grasping her hand
in silent support.  "They'll be coming soon for me", he said in finality. 

	Wordlessly Margeret nodded.  Turning from her son, Mrs. Scully
walked away.  Away from his cold, dark cell, the one that echoed the soul
of her daughter's husbands soul. 
	It wasn't till she was outside, that Margeret looked down to the
book Fox so treasured.  The blue cover of scattered flowers, spoke of
scattered dreams.  In the safety of her car, long gone from the forboding
death of the state penitentary, she dared to look at the words of her
beloved daughter. 

	Mulder,

	Last week I left as your parnter in the X-Files.  Today, I joined
you as partners in life.
	There is no sadness for me, only sheer bliss.  Today begins *our*
life, as husband and wife.  Soon we'll begin our new department.  With
everything we do, remember I'll always be at your side.  Never will you
ever be alone, not as long as breath remains in my body. 
	Always, will I love you.
					Dana



	Mulder,
		Thought I didn't know, did you?  The house is beautiful!  
Did you have to really go with the white picket fence?  I was teasing, but I 
love it.  But I love you, quircks, ties and all.  When do we get to fill 
it with tiny feet?  Not that I don't mind practicing, not at all. 
						Dana




	Fox,

		Did you have to take me so literally?  You and your, "Gotta
practice".  Well love, practice we did.  Now you can practice with Charles
jr, so his new cousin can tell how great of a father he has.  Thank you,
for this child.  Always, for your love.  Life is not, without you.
					Dana


	Dana,
		They wouldn't let me say goodbye to you.  They took more 
than our child when they took you from my life.  Sorry is to inadequate to 
tell you how I wish your forgivness. 
	I know I promised to never let guilt drown me.  Guilt is all I
have now, all I can feel.  I didn't pull that trigger, but I put you in
that coffin.  It doesn't matter anymore, you killer goes free and I wait
here to make my final walk. I walk to that ch air gratefully.  Your
involvement with me ended your dreams, that is my death sentence. And
still I know as I walk to that chair, my thoughts will be of you and our
child.  Wishing that one day I can forgive myself, but hell would be too
good for me. 
	Dana, never did I imagine the turns our life would take.  Never
did I believe for a second, that we would be divided by death and yet just
as cruelly we will be joined in it.  Oh how I wish it was me there, and
not you.  How I wished you could raise that child you carry.  Dana, I love
you.  Now and forever, never will that love die.  Never once did I forget
you and all you showed me.  Please, I ask you one last time.  Show me the
strength to face my death, to face the questions I failed to find the
answers. 

				Forever, even in death
				I love you, I'm sorry but I do
					Fox


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