From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 04:27:47 -0600 Subject: THE LIE ( SPOILER FIC) by mulderache Source: direct Reply To: tgw080160@aol.com TITLE: THE LIE XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SPOILERS: UNAIRED SPECULATIONS FOR "THE GIFT" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE. THEY DO BELONG TO 1013 PRODUCTIONS AND CHRIS CARTER. AND THEY BELONG TO DUCHOVNEY AND ANDERSON FOR MAKING THE SHOW WHAT IT IS TODAY, AN ICON. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX FEEDBACK: IT WOULD BE NICE TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE IS REALLY OUT THERE AND THAT YOU APPRECIATE WHAT I WRITE BUT IF YOU DON'T HAVE TIME,WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TIME. BUT THANKS TO THOSE WHO DO! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX SUMMARY: When I saw the spoiler picture of Mulder lying on the rug I could not help notice that he was very still. He did not raise his arms and he moved very little as the creature approached. Two scenarios could be at play here. First, he is expecting the creature and he will lie still and allow the creature to do what it does, which evidently is eat him and puke him up. Well, that sounds gross. Second it could be that Mulder is unable to move. He is too ill to move. The thing which is killing him may have progressed to the point of him being unable to move his arms or legs, like a stroke, especially if this thing was effecting his brain, ( AMOR FATI). The creature senses this and came to save Mulder as payment for MULDER saving him from the person trying to kill him ( THE SCENE WHERE MULDER SHOOTS THE TRANSIENT). My story is based on the second ideation. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX MULDER'S APARTMENT XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX He felt sorry for himself, a rare moment of self pity. He was going to die. His doctor had informed him of the prognosis a month ago. He stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get ready for bed. His thoughts were racing and all he wanted to do was to call Scully tonight and tell her the truth. The truth that he could not tell anyone, not even his best friend. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He picked up the phone again for the hundredth time but could not tell her about the lie he had lived for a whole month. He felt sad and very alone. He also felt sick tonight. The headaches were getting worse and it would take more and more out of him to hide the pain. He lay the phone back down into the cradle and stood to get dressed for bed. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He felt a small tremor in his hands as he picked up his shirt and then it hit him, total numbness bilaterally. He felt his skin connect with the scratchy feeling of the rug. He hit hard and was met with total darkness. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When he awakened he felt cold. The feeling of shivers shaking his body was frightening in that he was unable to reach for a blanket. He was completely numb from his neck down. Now he knew that death would not be far behind. The cold was different in that it reached all the way down to his bones. His thoughts now were racing. Why didn't he tell Scully? He knew why. She was trying to have a child and had actually asked him to be the father. A privilege and an honor to a daddy to a beautiful baby Scully. She should not have to suffer anymore for his bad luck. She had suffered enough. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He looked up the ceiling and saw his reflection in the mirror. How did he get a mirror up there? Hell, how had he gotten a bed? He never questioned these things till now. He tried to think of why he never questioned strange things in his life. Maybe because they didn't seem so strange to him. Now love that would have been strange. To actually have someone love him and care for him. Scully cared but she did not love him the way he loved her and that was difficult. He would have died for her and he knew that she would have died for him. But she did not love him. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He wanted to make things right for Scully by giving her something she could love and that would have made her very happy but that did not even work out in the end. She would have to wait for a miracle. It was not meant to be. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The floor continued to feel harder and his body continued to get colder. He tried to scoot over just a bit but his body would not move. He had wanted to tell her about his impending death but every time he started he failed to find the words that would make her understand that this would be final. There would be no miracles for him this time. He had used up his time. He had found the fate of his sister and witnessed the death of his father and ached over he tragic loss of his mother. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He had taken care of everything, including his headstone for his grave. The arrangements had been made and a Jewish funeral would be performed. He had made his will out and the only person he had told of his fate, his lawyer, would properly carry it out. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his apartment door opening. He could not see who entered but the quiet entry made his heart pound. Who had entered or even maybe what had entered? He was quickly made aware of the presence of the creature that he had been searching for the past month. He was standing over him making loud noises. He could not move and he could not avoid his fate. Death was awaiting him and this might be his only chance to survive. A soul eater. His salvation or his fate. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THE NEXT DAY XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Scully walked into her office to see the auditor sitting at Mulder's desk. Mulder did not look very happy.