There Were Times I Cried

By: Kelly Marie McKenna

What if Melissa's story wasn't finished? What happens when a stranger challenges everything you thought you knew.

Spoilers: It's all fair game, though I steered quite far off course mid way through season nine, like before William.

Disclaimer: No they are not mine property, but I did invent Marissa. However I was not happy with the series finale, so I've kidnapped them in lieu of a more acceptable storyline from CC and FOX. Besides I'm a very poor college student, it would be just plain stupid and rather mean to try and sue me for the $16.65 I have in the bank.

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Dear Mrs. Scully,

My name is Marissa Katherine Kelley Weston. I was born May 29, 1983 in Philadelphia, PA to Melissa Katherine and Marcus Kelley. I was adopted on June 1, 1983 by Elisabeth and Andrew Weston. Upon my 18th birthday I began to research my birth parents. Marcus Edward Kelley was also born and raised in Philadelphia. He was killed in a head on collision January 9, 1997. He was an only child. His parents passed away in 1999. When searching for information on my birth mother I discovered that there was no Melissa Katherine. However, I was able to find a social security number and have reason to believe that your daughter Melissa Grace Scully is my birth mother. I was saddened to learn that Melissa died several years ago. I do not wish to bother you and I am not seeking any monetary gain. I was raised in a happy, affluent home. I only wish to know the family that I came from. My parents fully support my search and would be willing to pay for a DNA test to verify my heredity. If it were proven that I am your grand daughter I am interested in meeting you if that is not too much to ask. I understand that you have three other children, William, Dana and Charles. I would love to meet my uncles and aunt. Please consider my request.

Sincerely,

Marissa Weston

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Margaret Scully read the letter over and over. It had become smooth to the touch, its crease easy and fluid from repeated wear. Melissa had never mentioned a baby. How could she have kept such a thing from her own mother. But, she had been away at Temple in 1982 and 1983, she had stayed in Philly between semesters, calling occasionally, sending cards. She was in college, finding herself. Margaret had never questioned her behavior, until now. This girl was probably some crack pot, it was more than likely a cruel joke. The poor thing had been misinformed. Melissa didn't give up a baby. The name was cute though, easy enough to recognize as a combination of Marcus and Melissa . Marissa was a pretty name, and that was something Melissa would have done, if she had really had a baby. Give her name, part of her name to her baby, a cosmic calling card of sorts. There was no way that this crazy story could be true, but there was that little seed of doubt. It churned with in her. Margaret would never forget, she'd never live in peace if she didn't at least her the girl out. Give her the chance to prove herself wrong. Let her move on, keeping searching, rather than hold onto a dream that wasn't true.