From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 1 Mar 2002 15:11:36 -0000
Subject: Who is Scully? by Agent Spooky
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Title: Who is Scully?

Author: Agent Spooky

e-mail: msmessina@yahoo.com.br

Category: MSR, post-episode

Rating: PG

Spoiler: TINH

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Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah blah they belong to CC
and 1013 yadda yadda yadda

Author's notes: I've no betas so forgive me if there's
any grammar mistake in this fic.



Who is Scully?
by Agent Spooky


Fox Mulder's Apartment
10:13 am


Dana Scully let herself in her partner's - former
partner's apartment using the key he gave to her
several years ago.

She looked at everything around her and swallowed
the sobs that were threatening to surface.
She could do this, she thought to herself. The
guys - Langley, Byers and Frohike - had offered
to help her pick the outfit, the last outfit he
would be wearing, but she gently declined their
offer. She would do this alone. She needed to do
this alone.

Slowly, she made her way into his bedroom, looking
fondly at the still unmade bed and remembering the
last time they slept together there. Memories of
happy moments spent in each others company flooded
in her mind and she made her way quickly to his
closet. Opening it she saw the many suits and ties
hanging there, waiting to be used by
their owner again, but just one of them would have
the luck to dress Fox Mulder for the last time.

She thought it'd be easier to pick a tie first so
she looked for the one she had given to him 
last Christmas. She saw it still in its box, on
the shelf above the suits. He said he'd saved it 
for a special occasion. Is one's funeral a special
occasion?, she thought darkly.

She stood on tip toes and stretched her arm as far
as it would so she could get the small box.
Scully opened it and to her surprise there was a 
journal on top of the tie. Opening the journal she
recognized his distinct handwriting. A single tear
managed to scape its confines and landed on the
first line of the journal page, where it read 'Who
is Scully?'

She sat on his bed, took a deep breath and started
to read.

"Who is Scully? I asked Skinner this very question
on the day he told me I'd be getting a partner
and that her name was Dana Scully. He said she was
a doctor and a scientist and I remember thinking to
myself 'what good can a scientist be to me or to the
X-Files?' If I only knew.

If I were to answer that question know I'd say she's
a lot of things. She's my guardian angel, I know it's
sappy but it's the truth. She saved me so many times,
not just from other people, but from myself. She's also
the only person I can trust and my best friend.
If she asked me to jump from Mount Everest I would
because I trust her. And it didn't take long for her
to be the woman I love.
I thought this kind of love I feel for her existed only
in the movies. It's so strong and powerful that I have
nothing to compare it against. Just thinking about not having
her in my life brings tears to my eyes. I hope I can tell
her this one day. Even though we are together now, even
though we share the same bed and we have no doubt about
our feelings for one another, I can't bring myself to say
these things to her. Sometimes I look into her eyes and
they try to tell her what my heart is saying and what my
lips cannot. She smiles and kisses me. I think she
understands. I think she feels the same way. I sometimes
wish she found this journal and read what I can
easily write but can't bring myself to say. 

And if something happens to me and we can't be
together anymore, she'll never be alone, for my love
is strongest than life itself."

She closed the journal and clung to it so tight it
seemed her life depended on it. The sobs started to
surface again and this time she let them come.
She lay down on his bed, still hugging the journal and
cried herself to sleep. 

When she woke up she convinced herself it was just her
imagination, but she could swear she could feel his scent
on the bed beside her.


The End