Haunted
Tortured Soul
Summary: He is tormented, haunted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Scully or Mulder. I do not own anything recognizable in this fiction. They all belong to Chris Carter and Ten-Thirteen Productions.
Spoilers: Well…
Author's Note: All right peeps, this is a colonization story, and if I may say so, this may be the best Fan Fiction I've ever written. Mulder, Scully, John, and Monica are all in this story, but basically it revolves around Mulder and Scully. Told in Scully's POV. MSR, DRR
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He is tormented, haunted by the images of the colonization, by his sister, and by countless others. He does not sleep, will not slumber. In the years I have known this man, he has made me complete. And on countless occasions, he claims that I have made him complete, made him a whole person. I have loved this man, maybe since I've met him. We have a child together--we had a child together.
The colonization…it was horrid. Fire fell from the sky like rain. He wouldn't stand and watch. He stopped the aliens dead in their tracks, and stopped the complete colonization. He claimed that he couldn't of done it without me. But he could of. It was then that he was marked, marked as a hero, a savior, and a threat. A threat to the aliens; to the end of this world.
When he sleeps, which is very little, he is haunted even more. Images of his sister flash through his mind; flames of Hell chase him from sanity, bringing him to the brink; pictures of me he says, keeps him from going over the edge.
I am quite taken with this man. He did the impossible; he took my heart and ran with it. He's conquered more than aliens and monsters. He conquered his brain disease, conquered my cancer in a way. I love him. He loves me. We complete each other; we are one.
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December 12th
The day the Earth would end turned out to be normal…at least in the beginning. He had stayed up the entire night, waiting. Waiting to defend my life. He didn't care about dying; I was the one who couldn't die. He wouldn't let me…
Even though, I've looked Death in the face, he didn't want me to go through the pain of dying.
I woke up that day, nearly forgetting. Nearly forgetting the day--December 12th. He stood over me, watching me breathe. Often that past week, he had been watching me while I slept. Trying to soak it all in, I guess. Preparing to never see me in person again, to only see me in his memories.
"Today…it's the day, Dana. We've gotta go back…" He was whispering quietly. "We've gotta go back to D.C…Doggett and Reyes, Skinner, we've got to warn them. Remind them." I nodded understandingly. He looked deep into my eyes, looking into my mind I'm sure. Seeing every thought.
He reached behind him and thrust a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in my arms. I nodded, and walked into the bathroom to put them on. He was already dressed.
A couple of minutes later, I waltzed out of the bathroom to find him on his knees praying. I joined in, and he began praying aloud. It was something he rarely did in all the years I'd known him.
"Dear Lord, today we ask you for guidance. For help. We ask you to show pity on us--on this people. We should not have to pay for the mistakes of others. Please Lord, be with us on this day…this December the 12th." His voice kept rising and falling, tears streamed down his face.
"Amen." I finished quietly, placing my hand on his shoulder. He reached for my other hand; I took it. He led me outside into the morning air. Already, the sky was a deep red; it was later morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, to stain the clouds pinkish-red on the horizon. Gently, he pushed me into our Dodge Ranger. He ignited the engine and we left for the several hours trek to D.C.
He was quiet the way there, barely talking. In fact, I did the most of the talking. It wasn't until we were at John and Monica's apartment that he finally broke the silence.
"Baby, what ever happens today, if we are separated, you don't come looking for me. You focus on staying safe…living…" I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. They threatened to stream down my face. He held me for a moment before I managed to muster up enough strength to stay something.
"I can't promise that to you. I just can't do it…" He pulled me up tight in a hug and put his mouth near my ear.
"Dana Scully, I love you. Forever." I let my tears fall, and he wiped them away gently. I swallowed the lump in my throat and laughed a little.
"Mulder, I love you too. So much, more than you can every imagine." He pulled me closer, if it was humanly possible and pushed his lips against mine. We kissed passionately, not the first, but the best.
I wiped the remaining tears out of the corner of my eyes and smoothed out my shirt. We walked hand in hand into their apartment.
They were sitting on their couch in complete silence. He was holding her tightly; she was apparently crying. They knew. They remembered.
"Mulder! Scully!" John was the first to acknowledge our presence in the room. I nodded vigorously and the tears started again. Monica jumped off the couch, out of John's hold. She wrapped her arms around me, and we shared a huge hug. Me and the woman who delivered my baby. John and Mulder shook hands and shared a half-hug. I mumbled a hello to John, Mulder did the same to Monica.
John ushered us to come sit on the couch, and we took the offer gratefully.
"Today's the day." Mulder stated. They nodded their heads slowly, gently. Mulder had become quiet since being accused of murder. Quiet and reserved. But he always seemed to be so open to me…He always got to the point in conversations.
"We know…" John replied softly. He had aged so much since the last time I'd seen him those many years ago. Monica too. I didn't think I did; I knew Mulder hadn't. His hair had not grayed, his eyes still sparkled like a ten year olds. God, how I loved that man.
"How's Skinner been?" I asked Monica. Her eyes darkened a little, and I knew I was about to be told bad news.
"Dana…we haven't seen or heard from Skinner in years…we just found out last month that he was killed by a super-soldier." She looked from me to Mulder. I was shocked, my mouth fell open. Mulder got up, turned around, facing the window, rubbing his chin.
"And…we found out who the super-soldier was…" John continued for his wife. He and Monica had gotten married a few years back, a little after me and Mulder.
"Who did it?" I asked. The tears once again fell down my face.
"William." Was the only word that passed in the room. Surprisingly, John nor Monica did not answer, but it was Mulder who did.
"Yeah…" John didn't sound surprised at all. He must of expected it. Mulder finally let the tears he had been suppressing fell on his shirt, on the floor. I got up and hugged him tightly. He accepted my offering and we stood there in front of Monica and John for what seemed like hours…
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There was no time for idle chit-chat. We got right down to business after everyone had stopped crying.
"We've gotta stop this thing from happening. And we only got a couple of hours…" This time it was John who was talking; Mulder hadn't opened his mouth since we had been told about William. He hadn't let go of my hand, either.
"There is no stopping this! John, it's…there's no way to stop it… Me and Dana, we tried. Believe me, we tried. The super-soldiers…they can't be stopped…" Mulder had let go of my hand and was pacing back and forth, hands behind his back. John was following his movements, a look of disbelief painted on his face.
"I don't know who you are."
"Of course you do, I'm Fox Mulder."
"No, the Mulder I knew never gave up. Never." John was on a roll; his face was red with anger. Tears brimmed Mulder's eyes as he looked deep into John's eyes. When he spoke, his body shook and his voice filled the room.
"We've tried John! There's no way to stop them! At least, I don't know how to stop them! Me and Dana, we've been trying forever! Ever since you all bailed me out!" His voice was shaky, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.
"There may be a way…" Monica jumped in quietly. John gave her the evil eye. He didn't want us to know.
"It's too dangerous, Mon!" John snapped at his wife. Mon looked taken back; she was hurt. Everyone was irritable and on edge. Even I had lost my usual composure. My hair was a mess, and I had no make-up on. My jeans and shirt were wrinkled and dirty. Tear stains streaked my face.
"It doesn't matter! If you know a way to maybe save the world, then tell us!" I yelled at John. He gave me a look of pure malice. He looked down at his feet, and I tried again, more calmly.
"John, we could have another chance to save this world." He looked up at me, then at Mon, and finally at Mulder.
"Roswell…Area 51...the air force bass…there is a secret department where we believe that there is a file that has the answer to everything." Mulder and I exchanged looks. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He pushed me over to the door. When we were about to open the door, he spun around, losing his composure bit by bit.
"You can either go with us or not…It's your decision, come or stay." He snarled at the two. Mon looked away. John looked at us, a single tear falling down his cheek.
"Mulder…I just…" He looked at his wife for guidance. A sob escaped her throat.
"No. Mulder I have to stay here." With that, Mulder turned out the door, and we left just as quickly as we had come.
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"Mulder, are we really going?" I looked at him, my eyes pleading. I didn't want to go chasing this. We weren't even sure that this file existed. I just wanted to enjoy my last day with him.
I remember the time when I didn't believe in colonization. I didn't think that it was real. But it was Mulder who had finally showed me just how real it was, how serious.
He returned my gaze, his eyes just as pleading.
"I have one more chance to save this planet. One more chance to save you…to save me, Monica, John…one more chance to redeem Skinner. You know I can't let this up…"
"I know. I just don't want you to get your hopes up." And it was true. I didn't. I loved this man and didn't want to see him get his heart broken on what was possibly the last day of existence. He was speeding now. Rushing.
"But Mulder, if anyone can stop colonization, you can. And I'm going to stand by you every step of the way. He reached over the seat and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"I know that baby. I know that." He affectionately played with my hair, and I nuzzled against his shoulder. He placed his head upon mine and rested there for several minutes. We didn't talk, didn't spoil the moment. We continued our journey to Area 51 in silence, just like that.
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John took his place next to Monica on the couch. He went to twist her hair, but she broke away from his reach. Tears filled his eyes yet again. She looked deeply into his blue eyes and finally, broke the silence between them.
"Why didn't we go? Why didn't we go with them? They're not going to be able to do it by themselves." Her voice was cold, filled with unhappiness and sadness.
"Mon, you know we couldn't." He talked in a low tone, trying to keep from breaking into sobs.
"But John, they were are friends! Possibly the only ones we have left!" John leered at her. But she was right.
"Mon…" She stared at him, gave him her puppy dog eyes. He could feel himself giving into her. He paced back and forth before deciding on what to do.
"Let's go." He pulled her up and grabbed his keys on the way out.
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Mulder's cell phone rang several minutes before I answered it.
"Hello?" I was cautious; this could be a threat or worse.
"It's me, John. Me and Mon we're coming with you…" With that, he hung up. I was shocked, and kind of happy.
"Mon and John are behind us…" Mulder nodded as if he knew that that was going to happen. I wouldn't put it past him. He is a remarkable man, my Mulder.
A few hours later, we were in Roswell. I could feel the tension in the air, as I'm sure everyone else could. John and Monica arrived a few minutes later, both with tear stained faces. I'm sure me and Mulder looked no different. We had both cried on and off throughout the trip. Once, he began to sob and talk quietly to Samantha; he thought I was asleep, but I was not. It was saddening to listen to, the way he talked to her as if she was right there beside him.
"So, how are we going to do this?" John was the first to speak. Mulder squinted his eyes against the bright, New Mexico sun, hands on his hips. His eyes zoned out for a moment, as if looking far away.
"I dunno…" He mumbled softly. We walked around the base, looking for any entrances. Unsurprisingly, there were no guards standing at posts; it was the end of the world today, sooner or later everyone would be aware of the colonization, of the aliens. There was nothing to protect. Not anymore at least.