Title: She Has Cancer
Author: Jen Bascom
Rating: G
Category: VAR
Spoilers: Fourth season
Summary:  Scully thinks about Mulder's death
Disclaimer:  Mulder and Scully aren't mine and I am just borrowing them for a minute... Don't be angry 
CC, 1013, Fox and everyone else!!


Hi everybody!  Just some of my thoughts.....  I don't like to think about Mulder being dead or Scully 
having cancer but this needed to be written.
Hi Nor Z Doats! :o)   Like my story?? I Love David Duchovny and APV!!  


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She Has Cancer
By Jen Bascom



She saw a small girl digging in the sand.  Her hair was a beautiful shade of auburn and it complimented 
her hazel eyes.  She was about one or two years old.  She was digging in the sand near the water.  The sun 
was setting and making the scene before her look so pleasant.  A tall lanky man with brown hair came 
running towards her.  He was wearing a black bathing suit showing off his muscular chest.  His face was 
free of worry and a pleasant expression filled his face.  He scooped her up in his arms and swung her 
around.  The girl was screaming out "Daddy." She saw herself calling out a warning but couldn't make out 
her own words.  The man and child laughed and continued spinning.  She ran up and they shared a family 
hug.  Just as they sat down on their blanket the girl disappeared.  She saw the man's face fall and his 
expression was filled with worry, pain, and stress.  Her own nose was dripping blood and she no longer 
looked cheery, just emotionless.  Everything turned dark.  The tall man was crying and screaming.  The 
girl was no where to be seen.  He pulled out a gun and forcefully brought it to his head.  Blood dripped 
onto the floor.


Dana Scully awoke abruptly.  She took in the scene before her realizing she was in her apartment.  It was 
jut a dream.  A dream of her most hidden and unexpressed emotions.  Mulder! The man in her dream 
{nightmare} was Fox Mulder her partner and friend.  A man she TRUSTED.   She has cancer.  She is a 
FBI agent. He is Mulder.  He is dead.  Nothing could ever happen between them now.  The young girl was 
a figment of her imagination.  A small thought of what life could be like.  If she didn't have cancer.  If she 
wasn't a FBI agent.  If Mulder was HER Mulder.  If Mulder wasn't dead.  She began crying violently.  She 
loved him.  God she knew, always knew.  Now the truth had destroyed them, him, her happiness.  If only 
her words were kinder, sweeter, caring.  "They gave me this disease to make you believe."  Her words 
though not intended to hurt him had been painful for him and her.  She had made him feel guilty she 
knew.  She could no longer go on living with cancer.  She could no longer be a FBI agent.  She could no 
longer live with him gone.  She could no longer live.  She wiped the tears hastily away from her eyes so 
she could see to find her gun.  No longer would she live with cancer.  No longer would she be a FBI agent.  
No longer will she long for him.  No longer will she live.  "Mulder, I love you with all of my heart!" She 
brought up the gun and just as Mulder had, felt the hot bullet pierce through her skull and enter her brain.  
She won't feel the pain of cancer.  She won't feel the pain of being a FBI agent.  She won't feel the pain of 
loving Mulder.  She won't feel the pain anymore.


The End


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