From: CHSSassyLassy@aol.com
Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 17:01:38 EDT
Subject: *New* "With A Purpose" by Angel-Wings Gaskins--sequel to "The Wrong Existence"
Source: direct

Title: "With A Purpose"
Author: Angel-Wings Gaskins
Rating: PG
Class.: S
Keywords: 3rd POV
Spoilers: Requiem (sorta), Closure... sequel to "The Wrong
    Existence" and "Broken Free"
Summary: Relief in answers.
Archive: Oh yeah, just email me first!
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Disclaimer: Samantha Fox Scully is mine, so don't bother and ask
    to use her.  Prosthesis man is CC's, Fox's, and 1013's.
    Don't sue, I have no money.  Don't copy, I'm mean.

Notes: You guys are sweet for all this feedback wishing for me to
continue, so I am.  Welcome to the brand spankin new Broken Free
series.  Woohoo!  Enjoy :O)


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Any other day she would wisk off her shoes, carrying them 
carefully in her arms and tip-toe in her socks or bare feet into
the house at dawn, avoiding her mother at all costs.  But, like
she was realizing fast, tonight was unlike any other night.  Now
she kept her noisy boots tied tightly as she walked into the den
where her mother sat, studying her usual medical reports.  She
didn't lift her head or even blink at her daughter's presence.

"Mom," she spoke firmly, willing the doctor to notice her for 
once and not ignore her as usual.  She didn't.  "Mother."  Louder
this time, anger and persistance lacing her tongue.

"Don't talk to me, Samantha.  I'm busy."

Fox shook her head, annoyed.  "No!  I *will* talk, and you will,
too!  I deserve to know, and you need to start telling me!"  Her
chest heaved and she stomped her boot against the hardwood floor.
Her mother merely pulled off her glasses and wiped her eyes with
the heels of her hands.  Decades later, she turned and stared,
exhausted.

"All right, Sam.  If you want to know, I'll tell you."  Fox 
nodded her head acceptingly and searched for a question.  Dozens
swarmed her mind, but she couldn't grasp any individual one.
Finally, her eyes widened and she looked at her mother pointedly.

"Why didn't you ever tell me Fox Mulder was my father?"  She
expected her mother to block up and turn away, like she was so
accustomed to seeing.

She surprised her yet again.

"The books, the stories that talk about Mulder portray him as if
he were the Messiah, having everyone believe him in every aspect.
That's how you see him, because that's what they've taught you.
Noone believed, Sam.  It took seven years for even me to 
believe."  She looked up at her young daughter, so much alike her
lost love in his search for the Truth.  "I didn't want you to
know him as a god, but as *him*."

She didn't argue.

Without bothering to process her newfound information, she opened
her mind for another inquiry.  This moment was unlike any other
she'd ever experienced, and to waste it was to give up.  She 
would never give up.  "Who's Samantha?"

"Your aunt."

Her brow furrowed in confusion.  "He had a sister?!"

"She's dead, has been for years.  He spent his life looking for
her, but she had died years before we met."

"Where is he now?"

This scared Dana Scully.  Her eyes swelled and a tear fell down 
her pale cheek.  She didn't answer, but held her soft head in her
hands, weeping soundlessly.

Her daughter ran from the room, her mother's condition more than
proof enough of the cripled man's words.  She had been lied to,
broken apart, yanked free of every last thread of hope, only to
be offered a second chance.  It had taked so long, but it wasn't
over, not just yet.

He was out there somewhere--her father.  Not Fox, Mulder, but 
*her father*.  And she was going to find him.

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