Final Entry
By: Shawen A. Greer
Rating: G
Classification: MSR, Angst
Disclaimer: As everyone already knows, these characters
don't belong to me but to Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting
and
1013 Productions. They are borrowed without
permission,
but without intent of infringement.
SUMMARY: Mulders final thoughts after the episode
Closure
SPOILERS: Closure, very vague reference to Bad
Blood.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please!
shawen@altavista.com
My stories and lots of other great ones are at The Hall of
'X' www.geocities.com/Area51/Quasar/8840
FBI Headquarters
8:25 pm
He held the tattered book in his pensive hands rubbing the
faded spots of the deep blue cover, as the contents of her
thick case file fanned out covering the top of his desk.
He had spent more than half of his life looking for those
dark pigtails and that innocent smile that he remembered
so vividly. Though taunted by fabrications of her, grown
and beautiful, his search had remained for that little girl
who haunted his memories.
He carefully opened the cover and turned each wrinkled
page, yellow with age, and read her thoughts again,
though the words were already etched into his mind. Her
voice narrated the story, and sorrow filled his heart as he
shared her fear and her pain in their escalation to hatred
towards the men who were responsible.
"I think I had a brother with dark hair..."
A solitary tear slid slowly down his cheek and continued
its downward spiral until it landed in a small splash at
"...I hope someday he reads this..."
He released the breath he unconsciously had been holding
as his tired body sank back into his chair, turning his
thoughts to a faraway place he had visited just a few days
ago. It was a magical place where children laughed and
played without fear or consequence, where his sister
could be at peace and unafraid.
Scully had returned to the clearing with him and he told
her of the children he had seen, laughing and playing,
destined forever to be children. He told her how his little
sister who he had searched so long for ran into his open
arms, and though she spoke no audible words, she shared
with him answers that his heart yearned to know.
She thanked him for his unselfish heart and his
determination to find her, as they were able to express the
love for each other that they had not had the opportunity
to share before. She told him that he didn't have to worry
about her any longer, that she was safe and happy, and
that it was time for him to let her go. She wanted him to
start living, for her as well as for himself, and to let love
guide him and show him the way with the promise that
she would always be with him always even if he was not
aware of her presence.
He could still feel her hands on his face as her final words
still haunted him, profound in their simplicity. "Fox, she
loves you. You're free now, go to her and be happy."
With that, her arms had tightened around him one final
time. She kissed his cheek before she ran to join the
other children that waited for her and he watched as little
Amber Lynn took his sister's hand, and they ran together
into the tree line. They stopped only for a moment to
look back with beaming smiles and wave goodbye, the
little one blowing him a kiss.
At the end of his tale, he turned his attention to Scully
who was seated in the soft grass, shadowed by the
moonlight as it cast shades of blue over them and the
surrounding earth. Only then did he see notice the
glistening of the moon's reflection in the silent tears that
streamed down her cheeks. With little effort, he fell to
the ground and took her in his arms and held her as she
cried.
After some time, she wiped her eyes and sniffed, "I'm so
sorry, Mulder."
He let out a soft, comforting laugh and again pulled her to
him. "You have nothing to be sorry about. You don't
always have to be the strong one, Scully."
"I just wanted so desperately for you to be re-united with
your sister even though logic told me how improbable
that was." Her voice was quiet and shaky, and he knew
that she still battled tears that she willed not to fall.
"But we were together, Scully. She was here, and she is
at peace. I don't have to worry about her anymore. She's
safe." He felt her nod against his chest and then she
pulled away blinking back the tears.
If he closed his eyes now he could still see his partner
sitting there in the moonlight, her hair deepened in the
dim light, the shadows enhancing her delicate features.
Overcome by the moment and filled with an inner
strength he had searched a very long time for, he had
slowly leaned over and kissed her. It was a soft kiss at
first as their lips brushed together, but it quickly
intensified into the passion that he had restrained for so
long as their mouths sought out each other needing more.
Before he realized what was happening, he leaned Scully
slowly back into the blanket of green bringing his own
weight above her.
Realizing the necessity to put a halt to the moment whiles
he still could, he shifted slightly taking a place in the
grass next to her, still holding her in his arms. The stars
were brilliant in the dark sky above and they lay together
silently, wondering. Was it possible that the souls of
Samantha and the other children looked down on them
from the skies, or was that just poetic expression
formulated by grieving adults? In either case, they felt
wrapped in a oneness in this place unlike they had ever
shared before.
The air turned damp and chilly as the night continued to
settle around them, hastening their departure. They had
walked hand in hand back to the car neither of them
mentioning the events that had just taken place. Though
now there seemed to be a difference in their relationship,
still no mention had been made of that night as if
discussion would mar the dreamlike effect of the
memory.
The building had emptied earlier, which was typical for a
Friday evening, and the basement was solemn in its
silence. Scully had been at the Forensics Lab in Quantico
all day, so most of his afternoon had been spent much like
it was now, in quiet reflection and solitude. His thoughts
finally complete, he turned to a clean lined sheet in the
book and added his scratchy black handwriting to the
blue ink of his sister's from so long ago.
"For so many years I have seen you in my dreams,
the trusting little girl that I knew from my
childhood, and always as I reached out to touch
you, you were gone. Always drifting away from
me like a wave of the sea, drifting into arms reach
only to be pulled back again by the controlling
tide."
"Though somehow my heart gave me the strength
and the courage to go on, knowing that someday I
would find you. I believed though in the shadows
of everyone's doubt that we would be re-united
one day and that I would have the answers to the
questions that I so desperately sought."
"And when my faith had been tested to the point
that I was sure that I could not go on, you found
me. No longer the shy little girl of my memories,
but a strong and determined young woman aged
beyond her years having faced more than your
share of adversity in your short time on earth."
"Finally your spirit is free to laugh and play,
instead of filled with the endless heartache and
loneliness you must have faced in this life. Did
some Divine Spirit accompany you from this cruel
world? Were you ushered into peace and
contentment by angels of light?"
"Though many of my questions remain
unanswered still, the one true query of my soul
has been satisfied. I can now rest in your peace
and live in your spirit, for I know that you are
happy and that you are safe at last. My heart will
still grieve for all that you have missed in this life,
and that we have not been able to share this road
together. Yet somehow I know that we will be
together again someday, free to be children and
recapture all that was stolen from us so long
ago."
"Until that day, I remain as always, your loving
and devoted brother."
The tears blurred the page before him, though they were
not of sorrow. For the first time in his life, he felt the
release of the heavy burden he carried. Though his heart
was somber at the confirmation of her mortality, his spirit
was at rest, certain now of her subsistence in a place
beyond the stars instead of among them.
There was a click from the latch as the door opened
slightly, allowing a wedge of light into the dimly lit room
and he recognized her small silhouette as she entered.
"I thought I'd find you here." she said quietly. "Are you
ok, Mulder?"
"I'm fine, Scully, just fine." he offered, unable to resist
the feeling of vague satisfaction at the offering of her
routine assertion.
"I'm starving, want to get a bite to eat? I could really go
for pizza."
He could hear his sister whispering in his ear, or was it
just the memory, "She loves you, you know," echoed
again and again as he stared at his beautiful partner, hands
impatiently on her shapely hips and her head tilted
slightly to the side, waiting for his answer.
"Well, are you coming?"
He laughed and shook his head, "You know, Scully, you
have this thing about autopsies and pizza. You scare
me." The last part offered as an exaggerated whisper.
Obviously less than amused by his observation, she
turned on her heel as if to leave. "Fine, then don't come."
This only brought more laughter from her devilish partner
and he finally conceded. "Ok, ok. Give me just a
minute."
"What are you doing?" she asked as she wandered a little
closer to his desk.
"Just tying up some loose ends." he said, as he placed the
papers back inside the open folder and reverently closed
the front cover. With a final mark of his pen, he wrote
the word "CLOSED", his initials, and the date and
expertly pitched it into the "OUT" box behind his desk
before Scully was close enough to see the name on the
case file.
He carefully placed the diary in the duffel bag that was
next to his desk and threw it and his coat over one arm,
saving the other to rest at Scully's waist as they walked
together out of the office in search of dinner and whatever
was to follow.
By: Shawen A. Greer
Rating: G
Classification: MSR, Angst
Disclaimer: As everyone already knows, these characters
don't belong to me but to Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting
and
1013 Productions. They are borrowed without
permission,
but without intent of infringement.
SUMMARY: Mulders final thoughts after the episode
Closure
SPOILERS: Closure, very vague reference to Bad
Blood.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please!
shawen@altavista.com
My stories and lots of other great ones are at The Hall of
'X' www.geocities.com/Area51/Quasar/8840
FBI Headquarters
8:25 pm
He held the tattered book in his pensive hands rubbing the
faded spots of the deep blue cover, as the contents of her
thick case file fanned out covering the top of his desk.
He had spent more than half of his life looking for those
dark pigtails and that innocent smile that he remembered
so vividly. Though taunted by fabrications of her, grown
and beautiful, his search had remained for that little girl
who haunted his memories.
He carefully opened the cover and turned each wrinkled
page, yellow with age, and read her thoughts again,
though the words were already etched into his mind. Her
voice narrated the story, and sorrow filled his heart as he
shared her fear and her pain in their escalation to hatred
towards the men who were responsible.
"I think I had a brother with dark hair..."
A solitary tear slid slowly down his cheek and continued
its downward spiral until it landed in a small splash at
"...I hope someday he reads this..."
He released the breath he unconsciously had been holding
as his tired body sank back into his chair, turning his
thoughts to a faraway place he had visited just a few days
ago. It was a magical place where children laughed and
played without fear or consequence, where his sister
could be at peace and unafraid.
Scully had returned to the clearing with him and he told
her of the children he had seen, laughing and playing,
destined forever to be children. He told her how his little
sister who he had searched so long for ran into his open
arms, and though she spoke no audible words, she shared
with him answers that his heart yearned to know.
She thanked him for his unselfish heart and his
determination to find her, as they were able to express the
love for each other that they had not had the opportunity
to share before. She told him that he didn't have to worry
about her any longer, that she was safe and happy, and
that it was time for him to let her go. She wanted him to
start living, for her as well as for himself, and to let love
guide him and show him the way with the promise that
she would always be with him always even if he was not
aware of her presence.
He could still feel her hands on his face as her final words
still haunted him, profound in their simplicity. "Fox, she
loves you. You're free now, go to her and be happy."
With that, her arms had tightened around him one final
time. She kissed his cheek before she ran to join the
other children that waited for her and he watched as little
Amber Lynn took his sister's hand, and they ran together
into the tree line. They stopped only for a moment to
look back with beaming smiles and wave goodbye, the
little one blowing him a kiss.
At the end of his tale, he turned his attention to Scully
who was seated in the soft grass, shadowed by the
moonlight as it cast shades of blue over them and the
surrounding earth. Only then did he see notice the
glistening of the moon's reflection in the silent tears that
streamed down her cheeks. With little effort, he fell to
the ground and took her in his arms and held her as she
cried.
After some time, she wiped her eyes and sniffed, "I'm so
sorry, Mulder."
He let out a soft, comforting laugh and again pulled her to
him. "You have nothing to be sorry about. You don't
always have to be the strong one, Scully."
"I just wanted so desperately for you to be re-united with
your sister even though logic told me how improbable
that was." Her voice was quiet and shaky, and he knew
that she still battled tears that she willed not to fall.
"But we were together, Scully. She was here, and she is
at peace. I don't have to worry about her anymore. She's
safe." He felt her nod against his chest and then she
pulled away blinking back the tears.
If he closed his eyes now he could still see his partner
sitting there in the moonlight, her hair deepened in the
dim light, the shadows enhancing her delicate features.
Overcome by the moment and filled with an inner
strength he had searched a very long time for, he had
slowly leaned over and kissed her. It was a soft kiss at
first as their lips brushed together, but it quickly
intensified into the passion that he had restrained for so
long as their mouths sought out each other needing more.
Before he realized what was happening, he leaned Scully
slowly back into the blanket of green bringing his own
weight above her.
Realizing the necessity to put a halt to the moment whiles
he still could, he shifted slightly taking a place in the
grass next to her, still holding her in his arms. The stars
were brilliant in the dark sky above and they lay together
silently, wondering. Was it possible that the souls of
Samantha and the other children looked down on them
from the skies, or was that just poetic expression
formulated by grieving adults? In either case, they felt
wrapped in a oneness in this place unlike they had ever
shared before.
The air turned damp and chilly as the night continued to
settle around them, hastening their departure. They had
walked hand in hand back to the car neither of them
mentioning the events that had just taken place. Though
now there seemed to be a difference in their relationship,
still no mention had been made of that night as if
discussion would mar the dreamlike effect of the
memory.
The building had emptied earlier, which was typical for a
Friday evening, and the basement was solemn in its
silence. Scully had been at the Forensics Lab in Quantico
all day, so most of his afternoon had been spent much like
it was now, in quiet reflection and solitude. His thoughts
finally complete, he turned to a clean lined sheet in the
book and added his scratchy black handwriting to the
blue ink of his sister's from so long ago.
"For so many years I have seen you in my dreams,
the trusting little girl that I knew from my
childhood, and always as I reached out to touch
you, you were gone. Always drifting away from
me like a wave of the sea, drifting into arms reach
only to be pulled back again by the controlling
tide."
"Though somehow my heart gave me the strength
and the courage to go on, knowing that someday I
would find you. I believed though in the shadows
of everyone's doubt that we would be re-united
one day and that I would have the answers to the
questions that I so desperately sought."
"And when my faith had been tested to the point
that I was sure that I could not go on, you found
me. No longer the shy little girl of my memories,
but a strong and determined young woman aged
beyond her years having faced more than your
share of adversity in your short time on earth."
"Finally your spirit is free to laugh and play,
instead of filled with the endless heartache and
loneliness you must have faced in this life. Did
some Divine Spirit accompany you from this cruel
world? Were you ushered into peace and
contentment by angels of light?"
"Though many of my questions remain
unanswered still, the one true query of my soul
has been satisfied. I can now rest in your peace
and live in your spirit, for I know that you are
happy and that you are safe at last. My heart will
still grieve for all that you have missed in this life,
and that we have not been able to share this road
together. Yet somehow I know that we will be
together again someday, free to be children and
recapture all that was stolen from us so long
ago."
"Until that day, I remain as always, your loving
and devoted brother."
The tears blurred the page before him, though they were
not of sorrow. For the first time in his life, he felt the
release of the heavy burden he carried. Though his heart
was somber at the confirmation of her mortality, his spirit
was at rest, certain now of her subsistence in a place
beyond the stars instead of among them.
There was a click from the latch as the door opened
slightly, allowing a wedge of light into the dimly lit room
and he recognized her small silhouette as she entered.
"I thought I'd find you here." she said quietly. "Are you
ok, Mulder?"
"I'm fine, Scully, just fine." he offered, unable to resist
the feeling of vague satisfaction at the offering of her
routine assertion.
"I'm starving, want to get a bite to eat? I could really go
for pizza."
He could hear his sister whispering in his ear, or was it
just the memory, "She loves you, you know," echoed
again and again as he stared at his beautiful partner, hands
impatiently on her shapely hips and her head tilted
slightly to the side, waiting for his answer.
"Well, are you coming?"
He laughed and shook his head, "You know, Scully, you
have this thing about autopsies and pizza. You scare
me." The last part offered as an exaggerated whisper.
Obviously less than amused by his observation, she
turned on her heel as if to leave. "Fine, then don't come."
This only brought more laughter from her devilish partner
and he finally conceded. "Ok, ok. Give me just a
minute."
"What are you doing?" she asked as she wandered a little
closer to his desk.
"Just tying up some loose ends." he said, as he placed the
papers back inside the open folder and reverently closed
the front cover. With a final mark of his pen, he wrote
the word "CLOSED", his initials, and the date and
expertly pitched it into the "OUT" box behind his desk
before Scully was close enough to see the name on the
case file.
He carefully placed the diary in the duffel bag that was
next to his desk and threw it and his coat over one arm,
saving the other to rest at Scully's waist as they walked
together out of the office in search of dinner and whatever
was to follow.