From: "flor ramirez" Date: Wed, 10 Feb 1999 13:31:54 PST Subject: Story: Reflections of the Moment Disclaimer: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are the product of Chris Carter's imagination. They aren't mine, although I wish they were. The copyright is solely his. The characters are used without permission and not intended for profit, so don't sue me. I wouldn't know what to do with all that copyright Laws stuff out there anyway. Relationship: This is an MSR story. Anti-shipper not interesting in reading M&S hitting the hay so to speak should just click to the next site of their choice. Summary: Mulder takes Scully home, reads her journal, and the rest, as they say, is history. Rating: NC-17. Hi there. This is a MOMENTO MORI story. This little piece is an MSR. This is the first time I've written an actual MSR with vivid descriptions of love-making. My last story TURNING POINT dealt with emotions and thoughts. There's a bit of both in here. Tell me if I made any sense, because after all, this is my second attempt to FanFicing X-Files. Summary to this story? I'm bad at summarizing without giving too much of the story away. Read on. Enjoy. 'LFR' Note: I did not write this story, I am posting it for the author. Since she does not have access to the net, please send all comments and such to flor_r@hotmail.com Reflections of the Moment: Leonora Radovcic Part I of II Fox Mulder sat quietly with his face in his hand wondering how this could have happened. Scully was with Penny Northern right now comforting the stricken woman who was about to cross over to the other side of life. Death's door was flung wide open for the dying woman. Mulder couldn't believe that in a month to a year Scully would be facing that same door. How would he handle the situation when the time came to watch as Scully died, watch her fading away? He didn't know. Mulder knew that she gave up on life. That was evident in her journal she was keeping - 'Which was intended for me, he thought, she was leaving me a testimony of her feelings on paper.' 'But why couldn't she just tell me?' He always believed her to be the strong one in this partnership, for her to just give up, lay down and let the cancer take her life like that wasn't like her. He would have done anything to keep her safe. But, how can he possibly protect her against this kind of evil? 'How can I protect her? How will I protect her?' 'Can I protect her at all?' His brain was swarming with questions he had no answers to. 'This has got to be the worst week of my life.' he thought. 'I'm about to lose the only best friend I ever had to cancer.' He began on a slow descend to self-blame and loathing for the things that have so far happened to Scully. His love for her caused him to self-torture himself to death. At the sound of the doorknob clicking open, Mulder raised his head from his hand to see Scully emerging from Penny's room. She didn't see him still sitting there since last night. She made her way down the hall lost in her own thoughts of sadness and despair. Without hesitation, Mulder shot up from his seat. "She gone?" Scully turned to face him, and in doing saw caused Mulder's heart to shatter into millions of tiny pieces. It was there on her face that he saw the anguish, the pain masking her beautiful face. Radiation and Kimo therapy marred her features. Her eyes were sunken in. Signs of the cancer already taking it's toll on her. He prayed to any Gods who were interested to give him strength to stay strong for Scully's sake. "I'm sorry. I know what she meant to you." Puzzled, Scully inclined her head slightly, sending him a silent question. They walked toward each other standing there just a breath away. "When I came to find you. You weren't in your room. I got scared that something happened. And I read something you wrote." Mulder told her. "Ah," she groaned, lowering her head. " I didn't want you to read that." Raising her eyes to him she spoke: "I decided to throw it out. I decided tonight that, um, that I'm not gonna let this thing beat me. I came in to this hospital able to work, and that's how I'm leaving." "Byers tell you about Dr. Scanlon?" "Yes." she whispered, lowering her head once again. "He may very well have killed those women." Mulder told her, never taking his eyes off of her. "That will have to be proven. If we find him." she said, lowering her eyes down. "When we find him." She raised her eyes once more to look at him. "Scully, something was done to you. Something that you just beginning to remember, you can't quite figure out, but it can be explained, and it will be explained. And no matter what you think as a scientist or a doctor there is a way, and you will find it to save yourself." Dana, her eyes still locked on his face, let out an audible sigh. That sigh told Mulder everything. He could feel her pain and frustration, and it was tearing him apart. "Mulder, I can't kid myself. People live with cancer. They carry on, and so will I. You know, I've got things to finish, to prove to myself, to my family. But, for my own reasons." Her gaze was intense and full of pain. "Come on back." Opening his arms to her, smiling. Scully smiled one of her rare smiles, and walked into his arms. Mulder wrapped his arms around her shoulders, feeling her body small and fragile under his strong hands as he rubbed her back. He felt her arms come around him, through his jacket, to hold him closer to her, rubbing her small hands over his back. Mulder rested his chin on her hair never wanting this closeness to end. He felt all his bottled up emotions flowing through him, overflowing and washing them all over her. She felt the warm rush of his raw emotions coursing through her. "The Truth will save you, Scully. I think it will save both of us." He whispered to her raising his hand to place it gently at the side of her head. Scully smiled again, shutting her eyes tight to absorb his last line to her heart, holding him ever so close to her. Mulder lowered his head and pressed his face into her hair. Scully sighed again, lifting her head away from his chest. Mulder placed his hands at each side of her head lowering his face down and gently planted a long lingering kiss on her forehead. Pulling away he gently gazed down into her eyes, fingers and thumbs gently rubbing her face -- running them through her hair. Puzzled again at Mulder's sudden show of affection, she arched one slender eyebrow. To answer her silent question, Mulder lowered his face dangerously close to hers, looking into her eyes for any sign of alarm or a negative reaction, only to find love and desire swimming in the depths of her ocean blue eyes. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he descended lower and touched her lips with his. That was all it took. Scully exploded like wildfire in his arms. She opened her mouth to him, licking his lips with her tongue, begging to be let in. Mulder answered her silent plea, opening his lips against her mouth and darting his tongue in to be met with hers. As their tongues touched, tangled, their kisses became more demanding, almost electric. The heat they were generating pooled down to their groin. Something in the back of Mulder's mind screamed out. Hospital. They were in the hospital. They couldn't keep this up here. He wasn't sure if he could trust himself, should he allow this to continue. His body stiffened, and he reluctantly pulled away from her. Bewilderment flashed briefly over Scully's face. She stared at him, then read the concern mirrored in his eyes. Safety, protect, love. Scully understood clearly his sudden withdrawl. 'He's always thinking about me never about him.' His safety means nothing to him, she thought. She closed her eyes, smiling, burying her face in his chest, Mulder running his hand down her hair. Scully stepped to one side of him and walked away. Mulder watched her leave. He knew she was going back to her room. As he watched her leave he dug into the pocket of his jacket and extracted a small vial. He nestled the container in the palm of his hand. Scully, Dana, K. It read. These were her eggs. This is what the black lunged son of a bitch did to her. She was experimented on, scrapped of all her eggs now, left to die with cancer. Even if she survived this ordeal she was barren as a desert. There never will be any little replicas of Scullys running around... Mulder's heart bled for her. And then he felt his heart tearing at the thought that he will never see little Mulders running around as well. Little ones. Their little ones. Her fire-hair, his intense hazel eyes. Mulder exhaled air he didn't realize he was holding. He swung his eyes down the corridor that Scully occupied. His mind spinning. His heart bleeding, His soul dying. His love for her growing. Turning, he made his way down to her room. When he reached her room, Scully was under the covers attempting to sleep. He sat down at the edge of her bed and gazed down at her. No words were exchanged. They didn't need to. Both of them shared that kind of silent communication that only strengthened their bond for one another. Mulder ran the back of his hand down her cheek. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Exhaling she opened her eyes to gaze at him. Mulder lowered his face and gently brushed her lips with his. "Sleep well." He whispered in her ear. He was about to get off the bed when she grabbed his arm. Mulder looked at her quickly seeing on her face a silent plea. Her lips moved, and what seemed like an eternity, she spoke: "Don't go. Mulder, don't leave me. I'm...scared." He nodded, and moved to plant his tall, lanky frame in a nearby chair. He dragged the chair to her bedside and took her hand in his. He held her hand until she slipped into sleep. Mulder couldn't sleep. Too many events happened all at once weighted heavily over his heart like concrete. He would be strong for her. He had to. But, God only knew just how hard that was. His head was swimming. Like God's merciful spirit, sleep claimed him in seconds. Morning crept upon the sleeping city. Soft rays of warm sunlight seeped through the blinds of Dana Scully's hospital room, caressing its golden fingers over the two sleeping forms - waking them slowly. Mulder gazed down at a sleepy Scully. It never did take him long to wake up. "Mornin', sunshine." He spoke, softly, "Sleep well?" Smiling, Scully nodded. "Did you?" She asked him. "As well as anyone asleep all night cramped on this chair." He said, and straightened, feeling his muscles yield under the strain. "Oh, well." He said, giving up and stood instead. "Ready to take on the world, Scully?" "Give me a few moments to take care of some things here, Mulder. Wait for me in the car." she told him. "You sure?" He asked her. She nodded. Mulder squeezed her shoulder before leaving her room. As he reached the door, he was stopped by her voice: "Mulder..." he turned to acknowledge her. "Thank you." He nodded at her and disappeared through the door. Left to herself, Scully drew her knees to her chest, buried her face in her arms, and cried all her frustrations. She couldn't let Mulder see her break down like this. She had to be strong for Mulder. She knew he was breaking apart from the inside out. If he saw her break down now he would lose all hope. She knew that she would fight this disease at all cost. She would give him that hope. She couldn't bear to see him in pain like this -- all because of her. All because he loved her. Wiping her tear stricken face, Scully got off the bed and dressed. Cancer or not, she was still a FBI Agent. She still had work to do. With that in mind she walked out the door. Fox Mulder walked out her door into the hallway. He couldn't think anymore. He was so tired from it all. Everything just kept getting harder and harder. All he ever wanted from life was to find his little sister, expose the Truth, and spend the rest of his life with Scully. Three simple things. But, they weren't so simple, were they? He was no closer to when he started about finding his sister. Everything led to a dead end. Most of the time he began to think that he just imagined it all. But, down deep in his heart he knew that wasn't true, so he kept looking. The world needed to know the Truth about what's happening to them. The shadowy governments all want the population to remain ignorant so they could have power over the world, to feel superior at the expense of innocent people. They play their evil little games with humanity, destroying lives, shattering hope. Their only gift to humanity is despair and grief. That's all they can give. That's all they know. And, Scully? God, how he loved her. And, if circumstances were otherwise he would have told her how he felt about her long time ago. But, somehow he had an inkling that she knew all along. 'Perfect timing, Mulder, you wait until she tells you she's dying of cancer and then you express to her how you feel.' But, he knew that in their line of work, they were prevented to become intimately involved. He wasn't one to follow rules and protocol. He knew that. Once Mulder realized just how deeply his relationship with Scully ran this was one protocol he obeyed. Anything to keep her still working with him -- still be with him. And, soon she wouldn't be there with him. Fate was cruel, wasn't it? It caused him to lose everyone he ever loved. Dana was taken from him only to be returned to him, so he could watch her die. He ran his left hand over his tired face, and looked up. He passed the nurses office, but he didn't acknowledge them. Instead he went straight through the door into the parking lot to wait for Scully in the car. Unlocking the door, he got in the driver's side, shutting the door he lowered his head to the steering wheel and prayed once again for a miracle. End Part I Title: Reflections of the Moment Author: Leonora Radovcic Part II of II Dana Scully made her way down the corridor towards the nurse's office to discharge herself from the hospital. She spent about half that hour arranging the funeral for Penny Northern. She wanted to say good-bye one more time to her friend before she left. She wished she'd remember that bright light that Penny told her. The one in which she was being comforted by her after the experiments were conducted. She felt she owed that to her. But, the dreams that Dana had been having lately scared her. She was beginning to get afraid to sleep at night. Mulder's presence last night helped. Just the idea that he was there with her should the dreams come, was a comfort to her. She didn't tell him about the dreams. She didn't want to worry him, but she didn't want to be alone either. She signed the necessary papers and walked out the hospital towards Mulder's car. She slipped into the passengers seat besides him. "Sorry I took so long, Mulder." Mulder waved it off. "It's okay, Scully." "What were you doing to kill time?" "Ah, you know, just sittin' an' thinkin'." "About?" But she already knew the answer to her question. Mulder's eyes fell to his hands. "You," Lowering his head. "Just about you." He raised his eyes to gaze at her. Scully's heart sank at the grief she saw there. She reached over and took his hand into hers. "Everything's all right. We'll make it through this, Mulder. Together." He gave her a tired smile, reached over and gently brushed her face with the tips of his fingers. Pulling his hand reluctantly from her face, Mulder turned on the car's ignition, pulling out from the hospital parking lot and headed towards Dana Katherine Scully's apartment. The day progressed slowly. Mulder took care of some work in the office while Scully took care of some personal things at home. She called her brothers to tell them the bad news about her illness, not trusting her mother to tell them. Oh, her mother meant well. Margaret Scully didn't want the boys to worry. But she remembered how they weren't there when the family buried their father. They weren't told about Missy's death either. They were out of town when their father died, and they couldn't be reached when their sister was murdered as well. She didn't blame them. They had their own lives and lived too far, but she sometimes missed them nevertheless. Mulder was in the office wrapping up their case; trying to concentrate on the task at hand instead of Scully's predicament. What should have taken just a few hours (an hour and half tops) took him all day practically. He couldn't keep his mind straight on his work. His mind kept wandering, letting his worry, his fear and his guilt distract him. He was so exhausted half the time that he wasn't sure if it was all worth the effort. Tired of the madness, tired of the violence, tired of time slipping away, tired of the future so uncertain. His life's work sometimes became a burden to him. He didn't always feel like this about the X-Files, only when it came down to his partner. Mulder felt sometimes that the Division, with the whole of the FBI, could all go to hell. Without Scully he was nothing. The X-Files became meaningless without her. He gave up on work. There was no way he could concentrate on it at this rate. Turning off the computer, he grabbed his coat, his keys, locked up the office and sped his way back to Dana Scully. Later on that evening Mulder and Scully were dozing off on her sofa. Mulder rented some bizarre B rated movie, which wasn't all that interesting, because, halfway into the movie both of them couldn't keep their eyes open for too long. He felt her head go thump against his shoulder. Turning a little he saw her asleep. And he smiled. She was so beautiful when she was asleep, sweet and innocent, just like a little girl. He didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead he scooped her in his arms gently, so not to wake her, and carried her into her bedroom. But, as he lowered her onto her bed, and her head touched the pillow, Scully's eyes flew open. "Wha? Where am I?" Mulder covered her with the blanket, "Shh. You fell asleep on my shoulder, Scully. I just carried you into your room that's all." He straightened and headed for the door. "Mulder, where are you going?" "It's late, Scully. I was thinking of crashing on your sofa." He told her. "No." she shot up and raised her left arm toward him. "Mulder...stay with me." Mulder stared at her for awhile, nodded, and climbed into bed with her. Scully didn't waste a moment. She went to him instantly, wrapping her arms around him and fell asleep. Fox Mulder sighed into her hair, tighten his arms around her sleeping form, and drifted to sleep. Dark. It was dark around him. He could barely see in front of him. Fear gripped him. Why was he so afraid? Why was he running? Who was chasing him? He looked behind him, but saw no-one there. He swung his head in front of him and just caught a flash of light up ahead. He stopped, heart and blood pounding in his ears. What was that? It was still dark, but now he could make out trees. In the distance he could hear laughter. Not the pleasant kind, but animalistic almost maniacal. Then he heard a mind-shattering scream. He plowed through the trees, branches lashing out at him, tearing at him, biting, cutting, and slashing him to shreds. But, he didn't care. Somehow he knew in his heart that he had to get there. Where ever there was. When he finally broke through, his body all covered in his blood, over the clearing he saw a woman being lifted into the air by a long beam of light. Arms and legs spread-eagled, hair strewn in all directions, pain marred her features, tears raining down her face, terror in her eyes. Following his hands to his head, he crumbled to the ground and screamed... Fox Mulder shot up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. His starving lungs gulped down air as he frantically swung his head around, momentarily disoriented. He let out a shaky breath of air when he realized he was still in Scully's apartment. He turned to her asleep next to him in her bed. So peaceful, so beautiful. He gently placed his hand on her face and traced her chin with his thumb. He stared at her sleeping. Then he threw the blanket off of him, swung his legs over his side of the bed, and got up. He padded softly to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Turning on the light he rubbed at his eyes from the sudden glare. As his vision adjusted he noticed a little brown notebook. The very same one he found in Scully's hospital room. He went to it, took it to the table, opened it, and began to read: For the first time I feel time like a heartbeat. The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numinous mysteries that once seem so distanced and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of the Truth entertained not in youth, but only in it's passage. I feel these words as if their meaning will wait being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to Trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and the experience that belong to you; that are you, is a comfort to me now. As I feel the teeters loose and the prospects darken for a continuance of a journey that began not so long ago and which began again with a faith shaken and strengthen by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you, and look at you incomplete. Hoping that you would forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you. In med-school I learned that cancer arrives in the body unannounced a dark stranger who takes up residence turning it's new home against itself. This is the evil of cancer. That it starts as an invader but soon becomes one with the invaded. Forcing you to destroy it, but only at the risk of destroying yourself. It is science's demon possession. My treatments science's attempt at exorcism. Mulder, I hoped that in these terms you might know it and know me, and accept this stranger so many recognize but can not ever completely cast out and if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this you must never think there was possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done. I know we've traveled far together this last distance must necessarily be traveled alone. I have not written to you in the last 24 hours, because the treatment has weakened my spirit as well as my body. Mulder, it's difficult to describe to you the fear of facing an enemy which I can neither conquer nor escape. Penny Northern has taken a down turn I now look at her with a respect that can only come from one who is about to walk the same dark path. Seeing her I can't help but see myself in a month or a year. I pray that I have her courage to face this journey. Mulder, I feel you close, though I know you are now pursuing your own path. For that I am grateful-more than I could ever express. I need to know you're out there if I am ever to see through this... Hot burning tears streamed down his face as he read this. Her words touched his soul, tore at the very core of him. Mulder lowered his head unto his arms and sobbed. It was cold. So very cold. Mind numbing cold. Somewhere in the distance she heard the sound of glass shattering. Loud whirling sounds emitted from the distance -- howling, shrieking. Whirlwind of debris flew her way knocking her down like a house made of playing cards. There was a man standing before her, large and menacing. She felt pain again and again as he beat down upon her frail body. She was afraid. Surly she would die from this kind of violent abuse. She felt the man lift her and take her away, not knowing where she was being taken to, or to whom. Her ears were pounding. Where were those noises coming from? Her brain was ready to explode. She tried screaming, but found that her screams were muffled by a cloth jammed into her mouth. Everything seemed to stop. Time seemed meaningless. She was only aware of the pain; the mind shattering noises exploding in her ears. Then there was a bright light. It stung her eyes, pain jabbed into her brain. The sound of alarms going off frightened her. Numb. Body paralyzed. Barely breathing. She needed air. There was a buzzing sound above her. She could hear others crying softly. The crying increasing in volume and pitch. Everything faded. The numbness, the fear, the pain, the alarms, the light. But, the cries remained. Deafening... Dana Scully jarred herself awake when she realized that she was no longer dreaming. 'Dreaming? More like a nightmare', she thought. Mulder wasn't next to her in her large bed. Where was he? The light was on in the kitchen and the muffled sounds came from within. She padded into the kitchen and saw Mulder, with his head buried in his arms sobbing. She neared him and noticed her journal open under his folded arms. Mulder read her entire journal. All her thoughts and feelings so carefully written with ink on paper. Everything that was in her heart was bared open for him to read. All for him. She covered her mouth, choking down the tears. With a trembling hand Scully reached out toward him. Her fingers touched his quaking shoulders. "Mulder..." Mulder raised his head. She bent down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. His hands shot up clutched her arms around him, needing to touch her, make sure she was still there. "Scully..." he spoke, voice full of pain. "Oh, God, Scully..." She held him tighter, not trusting her own voice. "Why didn't you tell me?" he spoke between sobs. "Why?" "I didn't know how." she spoke softly, her own tears rolling down her cheeks. "I could never find the right words to tell you. I wanted to, believe me I do. But, somehow the right time never seemed to come. I'm dying, Mulder. I would've never forgive myself when the time came and I never told you." Mulder turned to study her face. In her eyes were the truth, sadness, and love. He wrapped his arms around her torso and buried his face there. Scully held on tighter to him, running her fingers through his hair. The silence hung between them like a protective blanket, both lost in their own thoughts. "I wrote things in my book the things I couldn't tell you, because at the moment I denied myself that luxury. My dying of cancer forced me to see inside myself and found you alone and incomplete...without me. I felt compelled to leave you a piece of myself. Now, I see that I owe you more than just ink on paper." They separated to look at each other. "Here's my hand. Here's my heart. Here's my soul." she said, opening her hands to him. "Take it, Mulder. It's for you. All for you. I give it freely. Take it." Mulder looked at her hands, then slid his own hands into hers. Getting up he brought her closer to him. Taking his right hand he traced her face again ever so tenderly. "I will." he whispered. Scully smiled, eyes dancing with joy. Mulder brought his face down and gently brushed his lips over hers. "Come to bed." she tugged at his hands, backing away, never taking her eyes off him. Mulder followed her like a little obedient puppy, back to her room. Scully stopped just at the foot of the bed. "Dana, are you sure this is what you want?" he asked her, gently running his hand down her cheek. She nodded into his hand. Then she took his hand and placed it over her heart. "More than life." She spoke, and closed the distance between them. At first she just held him tight. Wanting nothing more than just to absorb him. Mulder ran his hands up and down her back, breathing in the scent of her. He lifted one hand and moved her hair to reveal her neck. Lowering his face down he rained butterfly kisses all over her neck and her ear. She gasped at the sudden pleasure of his lips assaulting her neck and left ear, making them sensitive to the touch. "Mulder..." she breathed his name. He backed her up against the bed and laid her gently down. He watched her for a moment, marveling at how beautiful, and strong this woman was; this woman who loved him strongly with all her heart, body and soul. He lowered himself gently down on top of her. She intertwined her fingers through his hair as she brought her hungry mouth to his. 'Oh, God, I'm gonna die happy', he thought, feeling his heart explode with all the love he had for her. Words were too much right now. Mulder spoke to her with his touches, caresses -- running his hands all over her body, telling her how much he loved her, just how much he appreciated her. Moving his mouth from hers, he trailed light kisses down to her breast, where he took one sensitive nipple into the heat of his mouth, working them until they were like hard little rocks under his tongue. Scully gasped, squirming under him, wanting this pleasure-pain to never end. She ran her fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp lightly with the tips of her fingers. She opened up to him, legs spread to cradle him. Mulder moved to position himself between her legs, pushing himself gently against her. Scully felt the burning tip of his manhood just at the edge of her aching core. She squeezed her knees against his hips urging him onward. "Mulder, now. Please, now." And, he dove in into her. Into her hot inferno. He moved inside her feeling himself melt with her with each thrust. Scully met him thrust after thrust, moving with him, gasping, moaning his name over and over again until the words became slurred ending in grunts. Mulder's own breathing became haggard as his moves became more fast paced. He watched her thrashing under him; it aroused him further, loving her even more to see his Dana react to him like this. He bent down to capture her lips again. Scully devoured his mouth, drinking in the taste of his mouth like sweet wine. She broke away from his kiss as she felt that familiar ache build it's way inside her to a crescendo. "Oh, God. Fox..." she gasped as he brought her over the edge and beyond. She gripped the sheets from under her as she bucked against his wild hammering. "Mulder, yes. Oh, yes..." she rasped, breathing heavily. That was enough for Mulder to follow her into her endless abyss of total abandon. He let out an animalistic cry of release as he tumbled after her, feeling all the frustrations of four years wash away. He collapsed on top of her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight. Scully did like-wise, wanting to melt and blend into him, wanting to be more a part of him than they already were. Mulder shared her thoughts. "Scully, I need you more than anything in the world. I love you more than life..." he whispered in her ear. She responded by wrapping her arms tightly around him, and drawing him closer to her. Finally spent, both Mulder and Scully, wrapped in each others arms, fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. All thoughts of despair went flying out the window, all traces of their nightmares banished. Cares and worries do not exist in their own private realm of peace, hope, and love. But, Mulder knew, as well as she did, that pain and frustration are still out there. This was just the beginning. But, they will conquer the unconquerable. Anything is possible if you believe. And, if Fox William Mulder is anything, he is a true believer. He will put his trust and his belief in her. He would give up his life for Dana Katherine Scully. The End