A/N: This is just a little holiday to-do. I'm not promoting any type of theology nor am I trying to steal anything from the X-Files or Frank Capra. It was just an idea I had while wrapping presents and watching some holiday television. Happy Holidays!
Prologue
11:30 p.m. Dec. 24
"Dear God, please watch over my friend tonight."
"My son is so lost, oh Lord, please keep him safe."
"Heavenly Father, he needs your help. Protect him."
"I love him,help me find him. Don't let it be too late."
The voices weren't numerous, but the conviction held in their prayers were strong. Stronger than the man they prayed for ever knew.
But he would come to know. On this night, he would come to see. To feel. To know a truth. That someone was, indeed, listening.
"Looks like we've got another one." The deep, musical voice belonged to one and no one as it echoed through the place of light.
"Yes…" another voice in the place replied. "Fox Mulder….tonight's his special night."
"We don't have much time," the first voice responded authoritatively. "We better send someone down. Who's turn is it?"
"Let me see," said the second voice, pausing for only a split second. "It looks like…it's Mel's turn."
"Mel?" the first voice inquired, slightly annoyed. "Isn't this Mel's third time?"
"Yes," answered the second voice. "Mel's track record isn't stellar, but regardless, it's time."
"Very well," sighed the first voice. "Tell Mel to hurry. Mr. Mulder needs him now."
