SEMPER FI... ALWAYS FAITHFUL
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Rating: G
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Mulder is dead. I held his cold hand in mine and I felt his spirit leave his body. His pain is ended, his suffering gone. Funny though, I have yet to shed a single tear for my partner, my best friend, but mostly my shield. It may seem funny to say that, but he was my shield, he kept me safe and then when it was my turn to do the same for him, I couldn't. I loved him. I don't know if he ever knew. I never told him. An incredible sense of guilt sweeps over me now as I stand by his grave. He has been dead for 2 months now and yet I cannot seem to let him go. My life goes on as usual. I quit my job at the F. B. I. Too many memories there. I couldn't stand walking by his office everyday knowing he wasn't there. Now I sit, staring at his grave, and writing in this journal. I have nothing left to lose and everything to gain. 1 week after his death, his sister was found. She is alive and well and now lives with me. I have told her all about her brother, about his search for her, about his passion for life. She misses him and said that she can remember him well. She has his eyes and his passion. It seems so odd, to see her this way, she is like him in so many ways. Its starting to rain now, I felt a drop of water on my hand. Wait that is me. Finally I cry. I let the tears flow and don't try to stop them. He is everything to me. I am getting ahead of myself though. I need to go back, to explain how he died. He was pursuing a lead about his sister. I am not going to go into all the details because that could very easily take all night. I will just go to the main point. We were sitting in his car trying to decide what to do next when it happened. The shot was so loud; it broke all the windows. I still have not a clue what kind of weapon they used. In an instant, Mulder was slumped against the steering wheel. I could see blood, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I gently pulled him up and that's when I saw it. The single gunshot wound to the side of his head. I gasped in horror and tried desperately to stop the flow, but couldn't. He died seconds later, his head against my shoulder, his hand in mine. I didn't move from that spot for quite some time. I didn't want to let him go then and I don't want to let him go now. Finally, numbly I dialed 911 on my cell phone. I don't remember whom I talked to or even when the ambulance arrived. I woke the next morning in my mother's house. She was standing over me with a wet washcloth. She looked so concerned and I told her that I was fine. Yes, the standard Scully answer. I don't think she bought it. I smile now, thinking about it. I see Mulder in my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat night after night. I don't believe in this sort of thing, but I swear I can feel him standing next to me. Sometimes I can hear his voice telling me that he is okay. I need him with me. I sigh because I know that will never be. Behind me footsteps are approaching. I turn and see Samantha walking toward me, a solemn smile on her face. I guess its time to go. I stand slowly and take one last look at Mulder's tombstone. Written in bold lettering are the words...
SEMPER FI... ALWAYS FAITHFUL
Yes that's my Mulder... he was and will be, always faithful.
Dana Scully.
January 15, 2001
Disclaimers: not mine, thoughts are, but characters belong to Chris Carter.
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Feedback: yes please. I would love to know what you think of this story.
Reply to thesporkinator@aol.com
Mulder is dead. I held his cold hand in mine and I felt his spirit leave his body. His pain is ended, his suffering gone. Funny though, I have yet to shed a single tear for my partner, my best friend, but mostly my shield. It may seem funny to say that, but he was my shield, he kept me safe and then when it was my turn to do the same for him, I couldn't. I loved him. I don't know if he ever knew. I never told him. An incredible sense of guilt sweeps over me now as I stand by his grave. He has been dead for 2 months now and yet I cannot seem to let him go. My life goes on as usual. I quit my job at the F. B. I. Too many memories there. I couldn't stand walking by his office everyday knowing he wasn't there. Now I sit, staring at his grave, and writing in this journal. I have nothing left to lose and everything to gain. 1 week after his death, his sister was found. She is alive and well and now lives with me. I have told her all about her brother, about his search for her, about his passion for life. She misses him and said that she can remember him well. She has his eyes and his passion. It seems so odd, to see her this way, she is like him in so many ways. Its starting to rain now, I felt a drop of water on my hand. Wait that is me. Finally I cry. I let the tears flow and don't try to stop them. He is everything to me. I am getting ahead of myself though. I need to go back, to explain how he died. He was pursuing a lead about his sister. I am not going to go into all the details because that could very easily take all night. I will just go to the main point. We were sitting in his car trying to decide what to do next when it happened. The shot was so loud; it broke all the windows. I still have not a clue what kind of weapon they used. In an instant, Mulder was slumped against the steering wheel. I could see blood, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I gently pulled him up and that's when I saw it. The single gunshot wound to the side of his head. I gasped in horror and tried desperately to stop the flow, but couldn't. He died seconds later, his head against my shoulder, his hand in mine. I didn't move from that spot for quite some time. I didn't want to let him go then and I don't want to let him go now. Finally, numbly I dialed 911 on my cell phone. I don't remember whom I talked to or even when the ambulance arrived. I woke the next morning in my mother's house. She was standing over me with a wet washcloth. She looked so concerned and I told her that I was fine. Yes, the standard Scully answer. I don't think she bought it. I smile now, thinking about it. I see Mulder in my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat night after night. I don't believe in this sort of thing, but I swear I can feel him standing next to me. Sometimes I can hear his voice telling me that he is okay. I need him with me. I sigh because I know that will never be. Behind me footsteps are approaching. I turn and see Samantha walking toward me, a solemn smile on her face. I guess its time to go. I stand slowly and take one last look at Mulder's tombstone. Written in bold lettering are the words...
SEMPER FI... ALWAYS FAITHFUL
Yes that's my Mulder... he was and will be, always faithful.
Dana Scully.
January 15, 2001