From: BlueMineral <bluemineral@aol.com>
Date: 11 Feb 2001 03:32:43 GMT
Subject: NEW:  Messages -- V, MSR, Post Requiem

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DISCLAIMER: Characters from the television show 
The X-Files used herein are the property of 1013 
Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corp. and the 
actors who portray them and have made them more 
than words on paper.

CATEGORY: V, MSR, Post Requiem

RATING: G

ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know first. 

SPOILERS: Assumes the reader has seen through Requiem

SUMMARY: Sometimes timing is everything. 

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DEDICATION: To the Muse... Please come again, soon.


He hadn't meant for things to happen this way. He 
hadn't believed that what had happened in the last few 
months had been possible. He adjusted his coat and 
braced himself against the cold, and walked out of the 
hotel he'd holed up in for the last week. He was on 
his way to see her, to explain. He hadn't wanted to 
stay away.

Agent Mulder walked along the early morning street, 
devoid of human obstacles, on his way to see the woman 
he loved. He hoped she still felt the same way as when 
he'd left.

As the cold wind blew, he walked off. He had no idea 
that Scully, who had been rushed into emergency 
surgery to deliver his baby, was now in intensive care. 
He had no way of knowing he was a father, and that 
she'd nearly died making certain that his child, his 
son, would be safe. He had no way of knowing that 
she'd whispered his name for the last time while 
holding their baby in her arms, as he made his way 
through the cold to tell her about the abduction, 
about the experiments, about the fact that he'd been 
tagged for pick up. He had no way of knowing that her 
last thoughts were of their last embrace outside of 
Skinner's office. He had no way of knowing that, now, 
she slept. And, would probably sleep for a long time. 

She knew. She knew when the pain became intense. She 
knew when a vision of him flashed before her eyes days 
earlier. He was back. He was safe. Yet, he wasn't with 
her. He had chosen to stay away. She knew his tortured 
dreams. She knew when they stopped waking her. And, as 
she whispered his name and fell into the coma, she held 
him again, outside of Skinner's office. She thought of 
the life growing within her then. She had decided to 
tell him upon his return. She had no idea that it would 
take this long. 

As Mulder crossed the street towards the taxi stand, 
Scully's voice called to him through the distance. 
He didn't understand. What did she mean? 
Had he imagined hearing her? Who was David?

End