From rfd200@is5.NYU.EDU Sun Feb 02 14:22:56 1997
DISCLAIMER: As we all know, X-Files belongs to CC, 1013, and FOX; but for
   a few moments, they will be MINE...don't sue me, 'cause I don't have
   any money :(
SUMMARY: A tragic day for Scully...
IMPORTANT NOTES: This is pertaining to the VALENTINE'S DAY challenge
   (Mulder, Scully, Valentine's Day, red rose)...short but hopefully
   meaningful...I hope you like it. 
   WARNING! WARNING! Character death. I know, I know. It's Valentine's Day
   and I'm supposed to be nice, but I can't...not when MY life is in such
   shambles...
RATING: PG
Category: V, MSR, Angst (what else would it be :) )
COMMENTS, ETC. : rfd200@is5.nyu.edu

MY RED ROSE
Rosalie Dela Rosa
rfd200@is5.nyu.edu

Valentine's Day.
I held in my hand a single red rose.
Red.
Blood Red.
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   A normal day. Another morning to wake up to. Another case to work on.
Another bad cup of coffee to drink.
   It had been more than six years since I started on the X-Files. More
than six years since I met my partner, Fox Mulder.
   He was a great man. An intelligent man. Seeking the truth. A believer.
Since the beginning, I knew there was more to Mulder than those traits.
More to him than just the obsessed paranoiac everyone thought him to be. 
   He had passion. He felt emotion. He absorbed pain. He emitted love.
   A normal day. Another morning to wake up to. Another case to work on.
Another bad cup of coffee to drink.
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   I was ready.
   This was it. It was time to face the consequences of my actions. It
didn't matter what the cost. I couldn't deny it anymore. I couldn't keep
the feelings bottled up inside.
   It had been more than six years since I first met my partner, Dana
Scully. For six years, I had bonded with her, more than with any other
person I had ever known. If she didn't realize that I loved her by now,
she never would...
   I climbed into the car, driving towards FBI headquarters. To work. To
HER. I finished setting it all up. I only hoped...
   I was ready.
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   The phone in our basement office rang.
   "Scully."
   I listened to the voice on the other line. Skinner.
   "Right away, sir." I answered to his order.
   I glanced at my watch. He was three hours late. Strange, he usually
never comes in this late without calling. Typical Mulder, though. He
always leaves me out when things get interesting...or in other words,
dangerous. To protect me. To keep me safe. Because he cares for me.
Because I'm his best friend. Because...he loves me. 
   Dream on, Dana.
   Reaching Skinner's office, I walk in, and he immediately strides over
to me and seats me in one of the office chairs. He breathed in deeply.
   "Agent Scully. There's something I have to tell you."
   I heard the trembling in his voice.
   "Agent Mulder has been in an accident..."
   The phone in our basement office rang.
   And no one picked up.
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   I reached my apartment.
   I would never see him alive again.
   I would never hear his voice, never feel his warm presence close to me.
   Only a cold body to look at, lying in a coffin.
   I entered my door, then closed it behind me. Leaning upon it, I was
barely able to hold myself up. I closed my eyes, wishing this day had only
been a nightmare, wondering what I was going to do next.
   Then I lifted my eyelids.
   And I gasped.
   The living room of my apartment was filled with flowers. Beautiful,
natural living daisies, roses, etc. Anything you could think of that could
possibly be the color of white. The space of my living room seemed to be
covered in a blanket of snow white flowers.
   I waded among them, inhaling their scent, relishing in the rich perfume
the plants emmited. I brushed my fingers over each of them, touching their
soft petals.
   "Oh, Mulder," I whispered, as my eyes filled with tears.
   I neared the focal point of the room, surrounded by the white wonders,
my heart filled with ache and longing. As I reached the center, I found in
a bouquet of tiny baby-breaths, a single red rose.
   I lifted it up carefully, noticing a single green leaf clinging to the
stem. A simple gleaming band of gold hung precariously from it. I could
clearly see small black words imprinted upon the little green leaf.
   "WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
   And as I read those touching words, I pricked my finger on a thorn. A  
crimson droplet fell upon the black lettering.

Valentine's Day. 
I held in my hand a single red rose.
Red. 
Blood Red.

The end.

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Rosalie Dela Rosa    rfd200@is5.nyu.edu    FLIPS IN THE HOUSE!

"Ditto." - GHOST

"I want you to know, that there are some places that I have to go
alone."  - Ernest Hemingway, IN LOVE AND WAR (the movie)

"I want the truth!"
"You can't handle the truth!"   - A FEW GOOD MEN

"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No. But I found something that I thought I had lost. The faith to keep
 looking."         - Scully & Mulder, "End Game", THE X-FILES

"My mommy said that there were no such things as monsters. Not real ones.
 But there are." -Newt, ALIENS
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