From: "Samantha Hopwood" Date: Sat, 10 May 2098 20:55:12 +1000 Subject: RE: STORY From: "Samantha Hopwood" Date: May 11, 1998 Subjet: No Darkness Remained Classification: Va/ Vingnette/Angst Rating: I don't know really. Spoilers: None. Warning: Character deaths. Archive: Everywhere I guess. As long as it has my name on it, and I know about it. Summery: Scully's book of revelations opens before her. What will it reveal? Disclaimer: The characters herin are the property of Fox Broardcasting, Chris Carter, and 1013 Productions. I mean no infringement. I just took them to MacDonald's for lunch. Authors Notes: This is my first fan-fic, so I really have no idea what I am doing. I just felt like writing - so here it is. It's nothing special, just something I wrote while at the vet. Please be gentle. Please don't B.B.Q. me too much. Any comments can be sent to . My mailman delivers seven days a week - gotta love him! So, sit down, relax and grab some milk and cookies. Please enjoy! No More Darkness Remained by Samantha Hopwood It was very dark. The rain was beating down over the window pane. The garden that stood outside were full of the groans of mighty trees that wrung in the tempest, and the air throbbed with thunderous crashes that oscillated through the stormy night sky. And Fox William Mulder had died! Dana gently put her mother's arms away from her, walked blindly across the kitchen, through the hall, up the stairs into her old room. A room in which she once shared with her sister. She too had departed this world.At the window she knelt down, took her cross that lay around her neck between her fingers and began to grieve. She closed her eyes and let her head gently fall onto the cold glass as a silent tear fell from her now red eyes. There is a book of revelations in everyone's life, as there is in the bible. Dana read hers that bitter night, as she relived her agonized sorrow through the hours of the storm and darkness. She loved Mulder - had always loved him! She knew that now. She knew that she could no more have casted him out of her life without agony than she could have cut off her right hand and cast it from her. And the knowledge had come too late - too late even for the bitter solace of being with him at the last. If she had not been so blind - so foolish - he would have the right to be standing right here with her now. But he would never know that she loved him - he had gone away from his life thinking that she did not care that way. Oh, the black years of emptiness stretching before her! She could not live through = them - she simply could not! She cowered down by her window and wished, for the first time in her life, that she could die too. Mulder had gone away from her, without one word, one sign or message, she could not, would not live. Nothing was of any value without him. She belonged to him and he to her. In her hour of supreme agony she had no doubt of that. He did not love Phoebe Green - never had loved Phoebe Green. Oh, what a fool she had been not to relies what the bond was that had held her to Mulder - to think that the flattered fancy she had once held for Jack Willis had been love. And now she must pay her foolishness as for a crime. Mrs. Scully crept to her door before she went to bed, shook her head doubtfully over the silence and went away. The storm raged all night, both inside Dana's soul and outside her window, but when the dawn came it was spent. Dana saw a tiny fringe of light on the skirts of darkness. Dana had come to her resolution. Dana rose from her knees and walked to her desk, took out a piece of paper and began to write. "To Mum: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Love Dana". She folded the note in half and crept down stairs taking her coat as she made her way to the door. As she tip-toed past the fire place she took the time to remember every photo, every memory of her life. She removed the note from her pocket and placed it in front of a photo of her and Mulder taken at the annual F.B.I. picnic. She ran her finger over the glass remembering that day as if it happened only yesterday. They were sitting on the grass eating hot-dogs. Both wearing their Quantico sweat shirts, their knees covered in grass stains from the baseball game they had just finished. And they were both laughing. For once in their life they were both truly happy. She sighed, straightened her shoulders as she looked around the room once more and put on her coat as she made her way out of the house through the back door. The freshness of the rain-cooled wind blew against her white face and knotted her fiery red hair as she went out into the backyard. It cooled her dry, burning eyes. The early morning was filled with gloominess and a frosty-gray mist. She wrapped her coat tighter around her and made her way to the Willow tree that her father had planted many years ago. In a corner of the garden which surround the tree Dana found a surprise. A rich new-budded, crystal-dewed rose. It's long stem and crimson petals reminded her of someone who walked the earth not so long ago. She clasped the fragile flower between her thumb and forefinger and bent over to smell it's sent, to drink it in. She tenderly plucked the rose from it's life force and straightened herself while still lost in it's perfume. How sweet it was and how it reminded her of him. She looked up to the sky. The clouds had started to roll themselves away into great soft masses of white fluff on the horizon. The sky now gleamed, blue and silvery. A quizzical smile played across her face. Stopped in thought, she looked down to the rose pondering it's meaning. Then the wave hit her like a bullet train. She had found her sign, the one word, she had received his message. She tilted her head to the side and looked up through the tree branches, through the clouds, through the sky, past heaven and towards her Mulder. Slowly, she semi-closed her eyes and lowered her gaze to the rose. A petal fluttered effortlessly to the ground and she nodded her head in approvement to his message. Dana removed a cold metallic object that lay hidden from sight in her coat pocket. She raised it's cylindrical barrel to her temple and closed her eyes, her soul, her heart, and her life. A hush fell over the world and no darkness remained. *Fin*. There is is. I hoped you liked it. I don't know what inspired me to write this. I can only say that while waiting for your puppy to come out of surgery on Easter, one has to doing something constructive while waiting for the phone to ring. Hope to catch a wave with ya. Keep on surfing!