From: PhilesGrrl@aol.com
Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 15:11:30 EDT
Subject: The Three of Us by Meg Taylor

 Title:          The Three of Us

Author:       Meg Taylor

E-mail:        PhilesGrrl@aol.com

Rating:        PG

Spoilers:     None  

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance

Summary:   Mulder and Scully visit a girl who is full of mystery, but
each time the see her in their heads,  they were dead before they woke
up.  Who is this girl,  and why do they feel so close to her?

Disclaimer:  They aren't mine, no matter how much I wish they were,
blah blah blah.                   
                   They belong to Chris Carter and Fox and yada yada.

Feedback:  Write me and let me know what you think!  I'd love your
comments. 

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      The girl sitting across from him smiled and giggled as she knocked
down his queen.  He groaned with a smile and thought carefully about
his next move.  The girl wasn't Samantha, though.  She had long red
hair, a color that reminded him of Scully.  She wore a white satin dress
that was a little too long.  The room they were in was dark except
where they sat,   which shone like gold for no noticeable reason.  Both
of them felt happy and close.  They were playing a game of chess.  He
wasn't sure why or how he knew it was her favorite game,  and in fact, 
we wasn't exactly sure where he was.  But he just didn't care enough to
worry.
     "You're pretty good at chess," Mulder told the girl.  She smiled up at
him innocently.
     " It was Mommy's favorite game too.  We used to play all the time."
     "Where IS your mommy?"
     "Back home,  with everyone else.   I'm glad you came to see me.  It's
lonely here."
     "Where's home?"
     She giggled slightly.  "Where ever you want,  I guess."
     He shook his head but kept the happy smile on his face.  "But
then...Where is everyone else?"
      "A place where we used to live."
      Mulder nodded.  He understood what she meant on the outside,  but
in his head he scrambled for a more specific answer or even a meaning
to his questions.  Seeing himself from outside his body,  he picked up a
rook and knocked down her last pawn.
      "Oh, man.  That was my last plan.   You're good at chess too, Fox."
      What was her name?  For some reason,  he didn't think he should
ask.  It almost didn't need to be said.   She moved her queen,  and
Mulder laughed when he realized his dumb move.
       "Ha!  Checkmate!"  She announced,  standing up and bowing to the
darkness as if an invisible audience sat smiled and cheering.  Mulder
stood up and tickled her,  and she shook as she laughed happily.  
Mulder felt so happy.
       "Thank you for coming to play with me."
      Mulder said nothing even though he was begging himself to.
      "I think you have to go back home with everyone else now,  but will
you come back?   You're my bestest friend."
      "Of course I will.  Don't get too sad while I'm away."
      "I won't."
      A door opened from the darkness around them and from it shone a
bright,   bluish light that lit up their eyes and faces.   Mulder felt
himself now fully inside his body again,   and suddenly he couldn't turn
around to face the girl anymore,  there was a wall in the way.   Then
gravity shifted and he was lying on the ground,  still and too tired to
move.  The light grew closer and all around him until everything turned
to the brightest white.

    "Mulder?!" her voice cried,  sounding inside his head.  She sounded
worried.   "Mulder?  Are you all right?"
      He couldn't see her,  but he said hello.  She didn't hear him.
      "Mulder!" her voice was different now.  It came from the outside. 
"God damn it, Mulder, answer me!"
     The light faded into reality slowly and blurred but familiar figure of
Dana Scully's face became clear,  though he was blind to his
surroundings.  Her face turned for a moment and shouted in another
direction words he couldn't understand, her hands on his forehead,  and
he suddenly felt dizzy.  They were cold and shaky,  making his head
feel worse.  She pulled closer and looked in his eyes.  She was so
worried and frightened,  it made him nervous.  Her reached up to her
and pulled his fingers through her hair.  
    "Don't be scared, Scully," he thought.
    Suddenly everything became clear.  He was lying on the pavement of
a street surrounded by police cars,  the lights of their sirens shooting all
around them.  Two paramedics hurried beside him,  telling Scully to
back away.
     "No, SCULLY!" He shouted to her,  confused as ever.  He had no
idea where he was,  how he had gotten there,  or what happened before
the chess game with the girl.  He shuddered,  suddenly frightened. 
Scully stood close by,  the tears in her eyes escaping down her cheek. 
Skinner stood by her side.   He was lifted on to a stretcher and reached
out his arms for her.  "SCULLY!!"
      She followed the paramedics as they put him in the ambulance and
placed a plastic something over his mouth.  "Mulder,  it's going to be
okay."
      She sat down next to him.  There was still cloudiness in his head, 
and it began to get worse.  She dropped down then to her knees and
wrapped her arms around him.
     "Somebody help me!  He's drifting off again!"
     His vision became crumpled.
      "Mulder,  you have to stay awake,  please, for me!  I know it's
hard..."
      He tried to speak to her.   It was becoming too hard.  I'm trying,  he
thought.  He felt the air passing through his throat,  and as things again
began to clear up,  he realized he was yelling and  screaming.
       "Shhh....shh..." Scully whispered,  her head lying on his shoulder. 
"Mulder, it's okay.  You're safe."
       His head was now perfectly clear and conscious.  Her felt her
nervousness as she held him close to her.  He was scared for them both, 
even though he had no idea what was going on.  He wasn't yelling
anymore,  and he turned his head to look in Scully's stressed and
worried eyes.
      "I don't understand,  Scully....what happened?"
      "It's okay,  Mulder," she whispered as her hand ran along his
jawbone.  "I'll tell you soon."
      "There was this girl,  we were playing chess...."
      The siren flared and the car was off.  Scully breathed deeply to keep
herself from crying again.  She shut her eyes of relief and felt herself
drift away into sleep.   Mulder petted her hair gently,  trying to grip and
remember what had caused his visit with the girl,  why Scully was so
scared, and it made him tired too.  The dreariness in his head overcame
him and soon he too fell asleep.

*     *     *     *     *

      Scully sat silently by Mulder's bed.  He slept sound and like a child, 
looking so innocent.  She wish she knew what kind of trouble he'd
gotten himself into this time.  She re- lived the event as if a flashback in
her head.
      She was talking to him on her cell phone,  driving down a creepy
ally to where he was.  He told her to meet him there,  at the dock by the
sea.  They were in Seattle,  and Scully had no idea where she was,
really.  She parked her car next to the dock and waited.  Suddenly,  she
heard noises coming from near the building next to the small lot.   She
ran up with her fun and saw just in time around the corner as he fell
from who-knows-where, landing in a garbage bin.  A man all in black
with a black face mask on pulled him up and banged his head against
the metal before he threw him on the ground.  She cried out and
threatened the man with her fun,  but it flew out of her hands,  shot
away by someone on the roof.  The man ran up to her from behind, 
throwing her violently into the brick walls of the building.   She played
dead but felt her blood surrounding her body.  No, she had thought, she
didn't want to die this way!
     She had waited for them to leave and then called 911,  barely
conscious.  She crawled over to Mulder,  suddenly kneeling in his
blood.  She was so sure he was dead.  Something unbearably heavy
slammed at her heard,  and she turned to the heavens and screamed of
desperation.
   "NNNNNOOOO!!!!"

    She gasped as Skinner awoke her from her daydream.
    "Agent Scully," he said,  almost like an apology in itself.  He
carefully walked up next to her. "How are you?  How's Mulder?"
    "He's fine.  The doctors are going to let him go soon," she said,  still
staring at Mulder.  "I'm okay,  I guess.  Dr. McKeith said I have no
serious injuries."
    "That's good.  I don't know what to say,  that was pretty traumatic, 
for you too I'm sure."
     "I thought he was dead,"  she said,  her voice dead itself and
unreadable.
     There was a long silence in the room as they both recalled what
happened earlier that night again.  Finally,  Skinner nodded to himself.
     "Good luck,  Scully.  I hope you'll both feel better soon."
     Scully nodded silently and stepped closer to Mulder's side, sliding
her hand on the side railing.  Skinner looked at them sadly and walked
out of the room,  and Scully pulled up the chair to where she was
standing and sat,  listening with her eyes closed to the sound of his
breathing and heart monitor.  But the echoes in her head wouldn't
leave!  Her heart must have jumped when Mulder opened his eyes.
     "Mulder?" she said hopefully.  She really wanted him to feel better, 
she really needed to talk to him.
     He smiled happily when the fuzziness left.  "Hey,  Scully.  How are
you?"
     "Oh, god,  what a question," she said,  taking his hand in hers.  "This
has been hell,  absolute hell.  I was...I was sure you were-"
     She stopped when she realized the shaking in her voice.  She knew
that if she kept talking,  she just might cry.  Mulder's smile faced,  and
he felt overwhelmed with guilt.  This was always HIS fault.  He knew
what she was trying to say.
     "It's okay,  Scully.  I'm okay now," he assured her,  but she dropped
her head doubtfully,  and he saw the scar on the side of her face.  "Oh
no,  what happened to you??"
     "I caught them in the act,  Mulder.  As soon as you were out they
came for me."
     He hit his dad angrily on the pillow.  "Damn it!"
     "I'm fine,  Mulder.  But I'm not so sure about you."
     "What do you mean?"
     She sat back in the chair,  again hearing the echoes of that night. 
"Mulder,  you were drifting off in and out of consciousness.  You had
no pulse,  and I couldn't wake you.  Mulder,  you were physically dead. 
But when the paramedics came-"  she paused to gain strength in her
voice,  as she bit her lip.   "  Your heart mysteriously began to beat,  as
if you woke up from the dead...I just don't understand it.  What I really
want to know,  though, is what the hell was going on,  why those men
tried to kill us,  who the little girl was..."
     A headache pounded in Mulder's head.  He sighed and covered his
eyes from the brightness of the room.
    "Mulder...you said something about a little girl,"  she repeated,  more
demanding.
    "We were playing chess in a dark room,  Scully.  A room that's walls
went on forever," he recalled it clearly.  He knew he sounded crazy, 
but for some reason,  her eyebrow didn't raise,  she didn't sigh.  She
stared right in his eyes,  sad and worried.  "The only light was where we
were.  No one else was there.  We were friends,  even though I've never
seen her before in my life.  She was telling me that everyone else was at
home,  and that we were far away."
    "Far away?"
    " For some reason,  I couldn't ask,  like I didn't really care to know. 
I
don't remember how I got there,  what happened before. Hell,  I don't
even remember what I had for supper."
     Scully was half calling herself crazy in her head,  but believed him
somewhere deep inside her.  Her eyes stayed locked in place with his. 
She held his hand tighter.
    "You don't have to pretend to believe me,  Scully."
   "No,"  she shook her head.  "I'm not pretending."
   He smiled and reached up to run his fingers through her hair.  She
closed her eyes as he sat up closer to her,  and then she opened them
slowly to see him.  His eyes sparkled with something new.  Dana Scully
believed him this time,  and he didn't even have to convince her.
    "Scully,  I need to tell you something."
    She nodded silently.  She was almost sure of what he was going to
say....
    But his eyes began to flicker,  and then she knew something was
wrong.  His body began to shake.
    "Mulder??"  she cried,  lying him carefully down on the bed. 
"Mulder?  SOMEBODY...HELP!"
    He tried desperately to stop.  "Scully.....Scully..."
    "Oh, God,  Mulder,  not again...please!"  Scully cried nervously,  then
ran to the doorway.  "Can I get some help down here,  GOD
DAMMIT?!"
    She ran back to him and held his hand,  which shook frantically.  But
something was wrong with her,  terribly wrong.  Her head began to
pound, and she began to lose all strength, sliding to the hospital floor. 
She used it all to keep holding his hand.  She could never let go.
    Where WAS everyone?  They finally ran in,  but she had no strength
anymore.  Her sight began to cloud.  Her hearing began to fade.


    The girl moved the pawn up one space.  Mulder thought carefully
about this next move.  She was certainly very good at chess.  He wasn't
even letting her win.  He recognized the room and everything from
before,  and this time he remembered Scully,  the hospital.  He became
worried deep inside when he remembered her drifting away too.  He
wondered how she was doing, but he didn't say anything,  almost like
he didn't need to know,  or worry.
    She giggled.  "Are you gonna move or not,  Fox?"
   "Let the master think," he joked.  She laughed again.

    Scully watched them.  All around her was darkness.  She couldn't
even see her feet,  but all she could see was the light that surrounded
them, peacefully playing their game of chess.  She was enchanted by
them,  the happy glow that shone in their eyes.  She could watch them
forever, she thought.  It wasn't just like Mulder was the girl's friend, 
but something more.  And an unfamiliar sense in her mind whispered,
"like a father."
     She slowly took steps towards them,  her eyes fixed,  her posture
stiff, like she was in a trance.  The clicking of her shoes made it seem
though she were walking on solid glass.   They saw her coming as the
light began to shine on her face.  They smiled to her and then turned
back to their game.
     "Hi,  Dana,"  the little girl said, while concentrating as Mulder
moved his last bishop.  He then looked up to her,  mystery in his starry
eyes.  The little girl knew Scully.  A voice in his head whispered, "like
a mother.."
     She knelt down on the raise the table was on,  and rested her arms
on the marble table.  "Hi, sweetie.  How are you?  Feeling okay?"
     A million new thoughts danced in Scully's mind,  coming from no
where.  Suddenly she knew this girl so well,  and the girl knew her too.
    "I'm fine.  I'm glad you both came.  I haven't seen you for a while.  I
really missed you."
    "I'm here now," Scully answered,  fixing the tangled red curls of the
girl's hair, though she didn't know how the girl knew her, or how she
knew the girl, but she didn't, or couldn't ask.
    The girl moved her queen, and suddenly Mulder saw he'd again made
a dumb move.
    "Checkmate!"
    Scully smiled,  feeling a happiness deep inside her that she had never
let live before.
    But then a sad grin was on the girl's face,  and Scully's heart began to
ache.
    "What's wrong,  my baby?"
    "You have to go now,  but you just got here!  Will you come visit
again,  soon?"
    "Of course,  silly," Scully smiled,  and the bright smile appeared
back on the girl. But Scully wasn't sure,  it was almost as if she couldn't
control what she said.  Mulder stood up and took Scully's hand. 
Together,  they stepped down and walked off in to the darkness.
    Where do we go,  Scully's voice whispered in his head.
    A door will open soon,  Dana,  his voice whispered in her head.  She
stared in his eyes.  Neither of them had actually spoken.  She turned
back to the girl,  who reset the game of chess delicately,  looking so
lonely.
    Oh, Mulder,  let's go back.
    We can't.
    Why no?
   I don't know...
    Then the door did open.  The light shone all too bright all around
them.

     The images darkened form white.  Doctors and nursed stood over
her in amazement.  Skinner stood in the back of the room, wiping sweat
from his forehead.  She turned to her side,  and saw Mulder just waking
up too.  A sweetness hit her when she realized that through it all,  they
were still holding hands.  He turned  to  face her,  smiling with a face
that said,  " I told you."
     "I'm tired," she whispered to him.  He nodded back.
     "Dana,  can you hear me?"  Dr. McKeith said, worried.  She nodded
back.  "Something unexplainable just happened.  You woke up just as
we pronounced you and your partner dead."
      "WHAT?"  she said,  and suddenly remembered what happened
with Mulder before.  Baffled,  she looked back at him,  confused.
      "Some things just can't be explained," he whispered,  squeezing her
hand.
      " I'm tired," she repeated.
      The nurses backed away, looking at each other.
      "No, Dana, " Dr. McKeith said. "You should stay awake."
      He turned to the nurses and told them what to do.  Scully paid no
attention as they hooked them up to IVs,  heart monitors,  and such. 
She looked in Mulder's eyes,  which too were wearing out.  She was too
sleepy.
      "Good night,  Fox," she whispered,  and shut her eyes.
      "Dana! Dana,  listen to me!  Stay awake!"  McKeith shouted.
      "Scully,  Mulder!" Skinner shouted too.
      Sorry,  she thought,  and drifted asleep.

*     *      *     *

      Daylight shone on her face, and woke her from a calm deep sleep. 
She didn't remember any dreams and still had no answers to the
millions of new questions that came up in her mind each second.  She
turned to see Mulder.  He sat in his hospital bed,  eating his breakfast
on a tray slowly.  He smiled when he saw she was awake.
      "Morning Sunshine," he murmured.
       "Hey," she said.
      "I bet you're confused."
      "Confused, Mulder, is the understatement of the year.
      He laughed slightly.  "Do I know..."
      "Who is she?" Scully wondered aloud.
      He shrugged.  "Your guess is as good as mine."
      She sat up and sighed, seeing her cold breakfast on the table next to
her. She began eating the oatmeal slowly since it really wasn't that
good.
      He spoke then, "They don't want to let us go today."
      "Why not?"
      "They're sending some psychologist over.  McKeith insists it's to
learn more about our 'near death' experiences."
      She let out a grunt of annoyance. "Why?  What more can they
learn?"
      "You're the doctor," he said,  and she looked at him with a face that
didn't last for long.  She caved in to a smile and threw her orange at
him.
      "Hey!"
      Then Dr. McKeith walked in with his clipboard and along beside
him, a very scientist-like man who wore a white lab coat.  He nodded a
silent hello without smiling.
     "I'm Dr. Livede.  I'm pleased to meet you both," he said dully, 
taking a seat between them on an office chair.  He amused himself by
slightly twirling himself in it.  Aggravated,  the two agents said nothing
back to him, and he cleared his throat, uncomfortable.  "I'm sure you
both are looking forward to leaving this place,  but I'm researching the
after-life.  Your experiences are of great interest to me."
     "I bet they are..." Mulder said harshly.
     "After-life?" Scully emphasized.  "Who said it was after-life?"
     "That's what I believe it to be, Agent Scully.  You both had to, well,
die first before you entered where ever you went."
     She sat back sadly.  She didn't want to think of the girl as dead.
     "As soon as you tell me about your experience,  the sooner you can
leave.  So let's begin, heh?" He took out a notepad without their
response and clipped in on to his own clipboard.
     They vaguely described their experience, making sure not to reveal
anything more than what was needed.  Dr. Livede did not seem like you
could trust him, but cold and boring.  He simply nodded about every ten
seconds and scribbled things on his notepad. They didn't tell him what
they were thinking while they were with the girl, even though it was the
most important part.  After they finished, the doctor let them leave the
hospital.

*    *    *    *    *

      The two of them walked down a quiet, secluded path near the
Washington Monument.  They day was almost over, and the sky was
beginning to turn golden.
      "Who is she?" Scully asked herself, and Mulder offered no reply,
but shrugged as he thought.
      "I've never seen her before in my life, Mulder."
      "That's what's confusing me, here.  The life part."
      "You think she's dead too," Scully said, discouraged.
      "Dead?  No..." he replied, still in thought.
      "Then what?" she asked as she stopped walking to face him.  She
knew what his slight smile meant, and she raised an eyebrow. "You
have a theory?"
      "Not really a theory, just a thought."
      She stood, waiting.
      Mulder sighed and kicked a stone with his feet.  "Maybe she isn't
born yet."
      A slight grin spread on Scully's face.  She'd expected nothing more
normal.  She folded her arms as he continued.
      "Maybe she was supposed to be born,  but she wasn't."
      She nodded sarcastically, even though she had no idea herself if she
was dead or alive.  Mulder wrapped an arm around her shoulders and
she looked up at him, half surprised, but she didn't let him know that.
      "Well," he said, "I think we should just figure out who she is first."
      Scully nodded, feeling suddenly guilty for leaving the girl all by
herself in that dark, endless room.  She wondered what she was doing
now.  
      Mulder saw her face and tried to break the awkward silence.  "Does
she remind you of someone?"
      "I'm not sure," she replied, studying his expression.  "Why?"
      He shrugged,  but then a new idea formed in his head.  "What were
we thinking then?  What did we hear in our heads that we didn't say?"
      Scully fell deep in thought as she sat down on a park bench, and he
sat down next to her.  She said, "I felt so close to her, like I knew her so
well.  Now, I can't remember anything."
      "You two did seem close," he commented. "I remember that I was
happy to see you both together.  She really liked you, Scully.  It was
like you were her-"
      He cut himself off, remembering suddenly what he'd thought. Like a
mother...  Scully looked at him carefully and remembered too.
      "And you seemed like you were her," Scully paused and choked it
out, "father."
      He smiled, remembering how happy he was to be with her, but then
he mixed their thoughts together, and it all came together.  "She had red
hair."
      Scully stood up in disbelief, dumbfounded. "Mulder, that's
impossible. I....can't."
      He said nothing in return,  but kept her gaze locked in his eyes. 
Sitting back against the bench,  he waited for her to come up with a
better idea,  but he knew he had to be right.  For a while,  the only
sound around them was the calm breeze.  Her head began to hurt from
thinking too much, and she sat back down next to him.
      "Why-" she cut herself off to put together all of her questions. "Why
did we see her?  Are we supposed to save her from something?"  Does
she need our help?"
      She didn't really expect an answer from him, and he didn't.  He
could only take her hand to offer support.

*    *    *    *    *

      He stopped the car in front of her building.  They'd been silent the
whole ride, not sure of what to say.  As Scully stepped out, she turned
to him.
      "Do you want to come in for a while?" she asked. "I have iced
tea..."
      He smiled slightly. "Sure."
      Anything for iced tea.
      She poured him a tall glass once they got inside her apartment, but
she found it difficult to keep the pitcher still in her unsteady hands. 
She wasn't sure if it was dizziness or the cold pitcher that caused a
shiver to run down her spine.  Attempting to ignore it, she slid the glass
towards Mulder,  who stood patiently next to her.  He noticed her
hands.
      "Scully, are you okay?" he asked with concern.
      "I don't know, " she muttered like it was no big deal. 
      "Do you know what you need?"
      "Hmm?"
      "A nice, long nap, and a massage," he grinned, taking a sip of his
tea.
      "Heh," she said.  "Too bad I don't have the money for a spa, and you
have no idea how."
      "How hard can it be?" he joked, sitting himself down at the table. 
"Seriously, Scully, go ahead and take a nap.  I can just let myself out."
      "I'm fine.  I'll last."
      But Scully soon began to regret her words.  Her eyes were heavy,
and her head was dizzy.  Trying to rise above her sleepiness,  she
walked over to the table slowly.  Suddenly her knees gave in, and she
stumbled against the counter top.  Her arms swung around her,
searching for something to hold on to, anything.  Mulder jumped to his
feet and held her up.  She tried to stand herself, but she couldn't.
      "No, you're not fine," he said, worried.  He lifted her off the ground
.
      "Mulder, put me down.  I'm okay."
      He ignored her and carried her over to her bed and set her down. 
She sat up, protesting.
      "Come on, Mulder.  I'm going to screw up my schedule."
      "Go to sleep," he insisted.  "That's an order from me with a gun."
      She smiled in her head, no energy to smile for real.  He gently
shoved her down, and as soon as she hit the pillow, she was out.  He sat
on the bed next to her, holding her hand, until he noticed something. 
She wasn't breathing.
      "Scully?!" he shouted, shaking her,  she didn't wake up.  "Scully?"
      Her hand slipped off the bed and her head swung limply to the side. 
A sick feeling filled him.  Maybe she was going to be okay.  This had
happened to them before, right?  He felt nervously for a pulse on her,
but found none.  Scared to death of losing her,  he began CPR anyway.

      She was suddenly there and it faded in like awakening from a
dream.  She was in mid-conversation with the girl,  and continued to
talk with her over their chess game, but inside her was her conscious
self, screaming to speak out. 
      "So, what's your name?" Scully asked aloud.  Inside, she celebrated
with victory.
      The girl looked up, not put-down or sad then Scully didn't know. 
She smiled.  "I shouldn't say."
      "But you know mine," Scully argued.
      The paused to think and then moved a bishop on the board.  She
smiled and giggled.  "Checkmate."
      "You're really good at this game," she complimented the girl,  but
then look at her for an answer to her question.
      "Amy."
      Finally, one question answered!
      "Amy who?" Scully asked.
      "You'll find out, " Amy giggled, but then her smile faded and she
frowned.  "Aww... already?"

      "Damn it, Scully!"  Mulder yelled at her,  still giving her CPR.  It
had seemed like too long.  What if she really WAS dead?? But he'd
never told her!

     "Before you go,  I wanna give you this," Amy said sweetly, and she
slipped a silver locket in Scully's palm.
     " Thank you, Amy," she said. "It's lovely."
     "It has a picture of me, so you won't forget me."
     "Oh, I'd never forget you!" Scully exclaimed, gently hugging little
Amy.
     "You might not see me for a while," she explained.
     "Why's that?"
     "It always depends on what happens.  I hope it's soon cause it's
lonely here."
     "I can imagine," Scully said, guilty for having to leave.  She petted
Amy's hair tenderly.  "I'm going to miss you."
     " I'll miss you too."
      Amy's sorrowful expression dug at Scully.  It was a frown that
would bring an entire day down.  No, she wouldn't forget.
     "Amy, who's your mommy?" Scully asked then.
      Amy giggled.  "Silly!  You!"
      Scully smiled.  Mulder was right, but deep inside her, she'd known
it too.  She hugged Amy one last time before the light shone on them,
and the door opened.

      Scully's eyes opened then, and Mulder let out a huge sigh of relief. 
He lifted her up and held her close to him.
      "Thank God," he whispered, looking down at her.
      Scully looked up to him and smiled proudly. "Her name is Amy. 
She's my daughter."
      "Amy," he whispered, suddenly noticing the locket around her neck. 
"Where'd you get that?"
      Scully felt the necklace on her, confused as to how it got there. 
"She gave it to me."
      Mulder opened the locket.  A smile crept on his face.  Inside was a
picture of the three of them, slightly older by a few years.  He then
squinted, noticing the unmistakable band of gold on his finger...
      "What do you see?" Scully asked, tempted because he was so close
to her.
      An even larger smile appeared on him face.  "The three of us,
Scully.  And guess what?"
      "Hmmm?"
      "We're married."

                                                 *The End*