Milagro - Epilogue
by Buffy_Giles (buffy_giles@buffygiles.cjb.net)
Summary: What happened after the credits at the end of the episode? Here is my take on Milagro. How did Scully handle everything?
Archive: Gossamer, everyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I do not own these characters. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox. I am just borrowing them to do as I wish and will clean them off and return them when I am finished with them.
Note from Author: This is my first X-Files story. Please I would like feedback.
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Scully turned on the water and let the shower run as she removed her clothes and put them in the trash. She would NEVER want to wear those again even if the bloodstains could be cleaned out. As it was, the memory of what happened to her would be branded in her mind for the rest of her life.
After Mulder had calmed her down, they went downstairs to the furnace to face Padgett. She will never forget seeing him lying there with his heart in his hands. She'll never know if he did it himself or if it was the work of what she believed to be the manifestation of the killer of his story. Either way, the story was over.
She stepped into the shower and let the water rush over her. She thought about what Padgett had said as he was being released from the holding cell.
SEVERAL HOURS EARLIER...
"I made a mistake myself," Padgett said.
"What's that Mr. Padgett?" Mulder asked with disdain.
"In my book I had written that Agent Scully falls in love, but that's obviously impossible." He paused. "Agent Scully is already in love."
BACK TO THE PRESENT...
Already in love. The thought reverberated in her head.
How could this stranger know the inner stirrings of her heart? It was something that she had never even dared to utter out loud.
Yes, she loved Fox Mulder with all her heart. He was the only person she trusted (aside from her mom). She trusted him with her life. His quest was her quest. And she would stand by him until it was answered or they were both dead.
She shuddered at the thought. She had come so close to dying this afternoon. Dying and never telling Mulder how she felt. Never knowing if he even felt a twinge of what she felt.
Sure, he told her that he loved her several months before after being recovered from the Bermuda Triangle. But surely it was just his state of mind at the time.
What do I do? She thought for a few moments. Memories of the killer and how close he had come to ripping out her heart and the way Mulder held her as she was crying uncontrollably in his apartment overwhelmed her. She collapsed to the floor of the shower and cried silent tears.
I don't want to be alone! She thought. I don't want to die alone.
At that moment, her next move was clear. Clearer than anything she had ever thought possible. She pulled herself up and finished showering. Shaking at what she was about to do. She stepped out, dried off, and put on her robe.
She walked out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to the living room. It seemed like miles. As she walked into the room, Mulder turned around, the concern still clearly written on his face. And there was something else Is it possible? she thought.
"Mulder," she started. "I need to tell you something."
T H E E N D
by Buffy_Giles (buffy_giles@buffygiles.cjb.net)
Summary: What happened after the credits at the end of the episode? Here is my take on Milagro. How did Scully handle everything?
Archive: Gossamer, everyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I do not own these characters. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox. I am just borrowing them to do as I wish and will clean them off and return them when I am finished with them.
Note from Author: This is my first X-Files story. Please I would like feedback.
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Scully turned on the water and let the shower run as she removed her clothes and put them in the trash. She would NEVER want to wear those again even if the bloodstains could be cleaned out. As it was, the memory of what happened to her would be branded in her mind for the rest of her life.
After Mulder had calmed her down, they went downstairs to the furnace to face Padgett. She will never forget seeing him lying there with his heart in his hands. She'll never know if he did it himself or if it was the work of what she believed to be the manifestation of the killer of his story. Either way, the story was over.
She stepped into the shower and let the water rush over her. She thought about what Padgett had said as he was being released from the holding cell.
SEVERAL HOURS EARLIER...
"I made a mistake myself," Padgett said.
"What's that Mr. Padgett?" Mulder asked with disdain.
"In my book I had written that Agent Scully falls in love, but that's obviously impossible." He paused. "Agent Scully is already in love."
BACK TO THE PRESENT...
Already in love. The thought reverberated in her head.
How could this stranger know the inner stirrings of her heart? It was something that she had never even dared to utter out loud.
Yes, she loved Fox Mulder with all her heart. He was the only person she trusted (aside from her mom). She trusted him with her life. His quest was her quest. And she would stand by him until it was answered or they were both dead.
She shuddered at the thought. She had come so close to dying this afternoon. Dying and never telling Mulder how she felt. Never knowing if he even felt a twinge of what she felt.
Sure, he told her that he loved her several months before after being recovered from the Bermuda Triangle. But surely it was just his state of mind at the time.
What do I do? She thought for a few moments. Memories of the killer and how close he had come to ripping out her heart and the way Mulder held her as she was crying uncontrollably in his apartment overwhelmed her. She collapsed to the floor of the shower and cried silent tears.
I don't want to be alone! She thought. I don't want to die alone.
At that moment, her next move was clear. Clearer than anything she had ever thought possible. She pulled herself up and finished showering. Shaking at what she was about to do. She stepped out, dried off, and put on her robe.
She walked out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to the living room. It seemed like miles. As she walked into the room, Mulder turned around, the concern still clearly written on his face. And there was something else Is it possible? she thought.
"Mulder," she started. "I need to tell you something."
T H E E N D