Date: 29 Dec 1999 01:55:22 GMT
Subject: Legacy of Flight by Emcee Phile


Title: Legacy of Flight

Author: Emcee Phile

Email: Rainbow920@aol.com

Category: V, Implied MSR

Spoilers: Um, maybe, if you think really hard, The End.

Summary: A man muses on a legacy left by a friend.

Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Samantha, my narrator and the addressee of his
letter, are all property of 1013 and Fox and everyone else and I have no money
so don't sue.
There.


I suppose this is being written out of my insane desire to leave a legacy, to
have 
something tangible to pass on. Yet this is not even my legacy, it is that of a
man 
long dead, who did not know what his acts would result in. And it is not out of
loyalty 
to him that I do this. It is the manifestation of my regret that I chose the
work that I 
did, one where names and humanity ceased to matter. I have chosen you, because 
you have a regard for truth. For the way things actually are, not as they are
twisted to 
be. I had that once, but then came the tempting hand of power, one that
destroys you 
before it gives the desires you seek.

Perhaps my colleague realized this. For rather than putting his trust in the
present which seemed solid and real, he put his trust in his future, his
children. And neither of them know their story, know the impact it has and will
have on so many lives. I had to find someone to whom the story could be
entrusted, someone who could shape its ending, something the key players in it
seem unable or unsure of how to do. Even as I reveal my motives on paper, you
will not trust them. I know that no one does anything without a reason, and if
a motive remains that I have not told you here, I do not know that I am
consciously aware of it and thus it may lie to you to find.

The story begins when I was young, when I was beginning the ascent to power. I
met a man at the State Department, Bill Mulder, and he informed me that I would
be useful to a new division opening up, what is now the shadow government.  The
work seemed so powerful, the goal noble. We were all caught up in it. But Bill
was planning, for the future that is not certain even today. The tapestry is
incomplete, and the threads remain to be woven. Bill was a strong man, and his
wife was a wonderful woman. They loved each other sincerely, until... But you
have learned that story by now, and if not, I have seriously underestimated
you. His son and daughter now work at cross purposes, as they were intended to.
One, to fight the future, and the other to embrace it. Before they were parted,
they did not know they were to be adversaries and were fond enough of each
other. 

But that, is our best kept secret, that Samantha Mulder is one of us, working
for our goals.  Too many idiotic fools would run straight to Fox Mulder, and
tell him the truth. And then he would not play the part that he must. He would
lament of course, but he would in turn be comforted. Too many do not understand
the way to break him. And since the time is not right for it, I have never
brought it to light.

It's simple, really. First, give him this cruelest of truths, and then take
away Dana Scully, his strength, his means of bearing pain.

You've seen Fox Mulder, studied him.  A noble man,  with all the prowess of a
falcon in flight. But his ecstasy is not in the kill, he simply enjoys the sky.
Killing, and survival are reality, and although he survives well enough, they
are not his element. This can be seen by looking in his eyes, dreamy. Looking
for an elusive treasure, a Holy Grail. Power is not of value to him, unless it
will achieve his end, and then he will cast it off.

Samantha, on the other hand. She understood the nature of power, its
captivating promise. She's practical, and yes, the Project does make sense, if
you have the eyes to see it. She too is a falcon, but one who lives for the
kill, as a means to make greatness. She is alone, another marked difference
between her and her brother.

He is part of a matched pair. His partner is more efficient. To go back to my
fondness of falconry: She sees the necessity of the kill, but her heart wishes
for his freedom of flight. But she is able to hold him back from going too far
with his passions, a thing she is blind to because of her secret yearning. But
for the pair of them, flight is better when it is shared. All flights of sorts,
such as those of the soul and the spirit, are better shared. But there is a
price. If you lose the one that taught you such joy, life loses its luster. But
for them it is not all joy. They are bound to a quest, a truth. 
His sister respects him for what he is doing, but her practicality, her
sacrifices, will not allow his success. But, the future's embrace grows cold.
And somewhere, she yearns for flight.

So, there are things Mulder needs to know. Read him, Read Scully, Help them
find the words to be strong with each other. Only with that strength can he
learn the truth about his sister.

Tell Samantha this story, it is hers as much as his.

I may be a liar, but in the heart of every liar is the need to see a perfect
truth. 


END


Author's Notes: I'm probably going to get at least one email asking me who the
heck the narrator of this piece is.

There is a clue for who the narrator ISN'T. Kinda.

This piece is very open, almost surreal. I don't know why, I just do what the
muse says.

Feedback would be cherished. Rainbow920@aol.com

And finally, thanks to: Jessie, for reading it and not hating it. Megan, who
loves everything I've written in the last six months, who I just found, who
makes me laugh, who's my beta reader, and my friend, and I don't know what else
to say, but, lotsa hugs, and Agua Mala is more than bad.

And, to Amanda, who doesn't read fanfiction, but loves flight. Oh, and to all
at the Mulder and Scully board, who may just figure out who the narrator is...
Noreen, The Two Jamies, Marelle, Cindy, Jen, Roxane, DR, Lucy, and anyone else
I forgot. Your discussions help with hiatus survival and stimulate my muse.
Feedback will be well received and given a good home. Don't be afraid to, or I
may not write more...