by Hedwig
I borrowed these characters from Chris Carter and Fox.... Rose was my own character so no taking her. In the end... Not in this part J.K Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters.
So stop reading this and enjoy.
"No! Please don't leave?" Mulder yelled through the pouring rain.
"I'm sorry, I can't stay," replied a female voice.
"Don't go! Why can't you stay?" Mulder screamed as he tried to locate the source.
There was no a reply, all that could be heard now was the pattering rain.
"Noooo…" Mulder quietly said, "Nooo…" Mulder's hands covered his face and he started to sob. The salty tears mixed in with the rain as Mulder cried, but his cries were not heard. Mulder felt a part of his heart just shriveled away and died. He couldn't believe it. She just walked out on him. Mulder slowly sank down on the wet steps of his house. Mulder stood up, looked out to the streets and went inside. Mulder walked into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. He felt tired and exhausted.
Rose was Mulder's wife. Rose's maiden name was Black. Rose was assigned to Mulder about a year after Scully's disappearance. At first Mulder and Rose was an unlikely pair. Mulder was especially cold to Rose because he didn't want a partner at that time, mainly because of Scully. Rose soon thawed Mulder's icy exterior and found out that he truly did have a heart. They were married about a year after their first meeting.
Rose had shoulder length black hair and emerald green eyes. She was about 5' 6" and had a knack of guessing the right answer. Mulder fell in love with her at the first sight. He wouldn't admit it to himself and certainly not to Rose.
Eventually, he had became rather attached to her and he wasn't going to lose a chance, he learned from his years with Scully that life was too short and you have to make the most of it. Finally they had confessed their undying love when they both had said, "I do". Even though Rose had to resign the FBI because there was the no relationship between male and female agents other than a professional one policy, they still had a wonderful marriage until now. Rose had walked just walked out on him for unknown reasons.
Mulder didn't have any children even thought Rose and him had been married for a year. In the beginning they both decided that it would be the best if they settled down first before having any. Mulder now deeply regretted on agreeing with Rose because he felt so lonely. Mulder had so much, but everything he ever loved was taken away from him, everything. Now he was alone, with nobody to care for or love. Never had he felt such loneliness.
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Eventually Mulder did get over Rose, eventually. He was extremely lonely for a long period of time. Then he became overly obsessed with his work. Mulder didn't want to do much of anything after Rose walked out on him.
Mulder walked into his basement office and switched on the lights. On his desk was a file. He walked over towards it and picked it up. Mulder gasped when he opened it. In it were pictures of a young woman tied up and brutally murdered. Mulder was used to seeing things like this, but what really took him by surprise was who murdered. The one murdered was Rose. "Oh my God," Mulder said after he read Rose's name on the file. Shaking he pulled his chair near him and sat down in it. After about a minute, Mulder stood up, picked up the file and walked out the door.
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Mulder sat thinking on a bench in front of the reflecting pool. He went there when he wanted to sit and think without any interruptions. He watched as a young lady push a carriage on the other side. He had never felt worse in his life, not even when Scully disappeared or when Samantha was abducted or when his father had died or even when Rose had left him. Rose had meant a lot to Mulder. Rose had cared for him unconditionally during there marriage. When Scully had disappeared he was pretty sure that she was still alive. When Rose left him he was also pretty sure she was still alive.
Now the horrible truth had hit him and brought him back down into reality. He cautiously opened up the file. He winced slightly when he saw the photos. Mulder sat there for an hour carefully reading through the file.
After reading through the file, he still had one question that was not answered, who in the world would want to murder his Rose?
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No mourners were at Rose's funeral, except Mulder. Rose's parents had died when she was young and Mulder didn't know if she had any relatives. Mulder felt as if he could blow his top, how could his Rose not have any friends or family members nice enough to come to the funeral. Then he remembered a lot of people stayed away from Rose ever since she married Spooky.
The funeral was small. It was raining that day and that didn't help Mulder's anger. When Rose's poor body was finally laid to rest and the few people who were there had gone home, Mulder stared at the headstone with tears in his eyes. It was a pink type of granite and on it said, "Rose Black Mulder Born August 16, 1962 Died July 21, 2001 Beloved wife of Fox Mulder."
Mulder wasn't sure why he had the word "Beloved" written on the headstone. Mulder was a little afraid that Rose's ghost would haunt him because of the "Beloved", but he was hoping she would because Mulder missed her. After all the things Mulder had seen in the X-files, he was pretty sure that ghosts were quite real. After placing an arrangement of flowers at the base of the stone, he took one last glance and walked away.
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When Mulder finally got home, he picked up Rose's file and flipped through it again, then he suddenly stopped. On the back of the autopsy report was a yellow post-it note. On it was hand written, ", July 31, 2001 9:30 65 Bolten St. Arlington, VA". Mulder quickly glanced up at the clock, which said 9:00 PM, then at the calendar; it said July 31. He had 30 minutes to go there. Mulder silently fought the urge of going, but curiosity had won him over. He picked up the file and walked out the door.
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Mulder sat in the car drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He impatiently glanced at the time; it said 9:15. Mulder had driven his Toyota Rav 4 to 64 Bolten St. He had parked on the alley directly across the 64th building and waited impatiently for something to happen. At 9:20 he saw a tall man walk into the building. Mulder's first instinct was to jump out of the car and follow him and he did. He quickly jogged across the street and carefully pulled open the door. He stepped inside and closed the door. He waited a couple of seconds before advancing because his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness. He quickly scanned the room for hazards and walked towards the center.
In the middle of the large room was a gap with railings around it. Mulder crouched down next a rail and stared down into the gap. In a minute or so he could see some lights flicker on revealing 3 dark figures.
"So, is everything going as planned?" said the voice of one of the taller figures. Mulder recognized it to be the voice of the cigarette-smoking man's. He cringed slightly because he could have been responsible for Rose's murder.
"Everything seems to be in order, so far," said a voice quite similar to Rose's but it had a touchy more confident sound to it instead of the soft lightly spoken voice Rose had, "So are you sure that this place is secure?"
"Positive," the cigarette-smoking man replied back.
"So when is it predicted to happen?" said another voice. This voice sounded extremely like Scully's.
"A couple of years from now, he still needs to gain power," said the cigarette-smoking man, Mulder wondered whom he was talking about, "We must plan ahead for his arrival."
"Yes, yes indeed," said the voice like Scully's, "Who knows how powerful he will be when he's done."
"So who's the fifth and final one?" asked the cigarette-smoking man, but there was no reply, "So we still don't know who's the last one?"
"No," said the voice that was quite like Rose's.
"Do we have any idea who it might be?"
"No," said both of them together.
"Very well then, keep looking."
Mulder watched as the figures departed in different directions. Then the light was turned off and he quickly left the building.
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Mulder sat in his car thinking about what happened.
He didn't see where the 3 figures went so he couldn't follow them. For a moment he thought about what to do from there. At last he decided to do nothing. He didn't have any leads. Even though Mulder decided that he wouldn't investigate further, he was still curious.
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Mulder slumped down on his sofa. Exhausted and confused he read the file again hoping for some clarification. After reading through the file a second time he was stumped.
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It was Saturday. Mulder woke up to his alarm clock and ran around the house trying to get ready for work, until he realized that it was Saturday. Mulder let out a deep sigh and went back to bed. Mulder woke up again at 9:00 AM. Bored, Mulder lingered into the kitchen. Mulder made himself a bowl of cereal and switched on the TV. He changed the channels until he stopped on a news channel.
When Mulder got to his destination, which was New York City, he got a parking space and wandered off into the core of the Big Apple. Mulder was walking along on the sidewalks enjoying the view, when he saw something, which caught his eye in the crowd in front of him.
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"Bang, bang, bang, bang," that was the sound heard at Mulder's House. "Bang!"
"Ugh…" Mulder groaned. Mulder had been banging his head on the wall for the last 30 minutes and had finally begun to feel the pain throbbing in his head.
"Why does everything bad have to happen to me?" Mulder said for the 10th time.
Mulder flopped down onto the sofa. Mulder had enough of the disappointments, conspiracies, disappearances, confusions and mysteries of the X-files.
"Argh, not when I'm trying to relax," Mulder said as he got up lazily and closed the window. Mulder fell back onto the couch. He could still hear the muffled barks of the dog. With a loud yawn Mulder flicked the TV on. He switched the channels aimlessly until Scooby-Doo on Cartoon Network caught his eye.
He grinned slightly remembering when he was like the young detectives. His life he decided then was extremely like theirs. Following so called "monsters" and figuring out mysteries. The main difference was that the "monsters" he found, most of them were quite real. He looked at the redhead on the screen and was suddenly reminded of Scully. Even thought he couldn't quite see red, as it was suppose to be seen, he always had a thing for redheads, until he met Rose.
He wouldn't admit it to himself in the beginning that Rose was stunning. She shone like a bright star when he had first met him. After they've known each other for a year, she was wearing herself out. Wrinkles were starting to form under her eyes because of the sleepless nights. Her face looked tired from all that she has been through. Her eyes still shone with the same light and pride just like when they first met. Rose had resigned the FBI and started teaching classes at a local high school. When she started working at the high school, her light started to shine out again.
Mulder remembered when Rose told him how the teenage boys were passing notes in class. Rose told him, that she had intercepted many of them and she had recited many of them in class. Then she would tell the boy who wrote the note to stand up and read it to the class as well as explain what they had meant. Mulder had asked what was wrong with the ones that weren't recited. Rose said some of them were just to embarrassing and didn't want to say.
Mulder with had managed to get Rose to tell him why. She didn't recite them because the notes had said which boys have a crush on her. Mulder reflected back on those funny memories. He now admitted that he was a little jealous that the liked her, but they both knew that a teacher-student relationship is illegal. Mulder also knew that Rose wouldn't leave him to go out with a teenager anyway, so Mulder didn't worry about that back then. With Rose home always before 4 Mulder always had a nice warm supper waiting for him as well as some stories about her day. Now Mulder missed those days. Now he just forces himself to overwork so that he would be too busy working to notice anything else, but plan A was failing. He had started to feel sorry for himself again after the incident at the Big Apple. Mulder was falling apart. Every bad, sad, or disappointing thing that has happened to Mulder was building up. The pile can only go so far before it topples over.
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Mulder swiveled around in his chair. He didn't get assignment from Skinner, so Mulder goofed about by throwing sharpened pencils up at the ceiling. Mulder threw a pencil up, but it fell back down along with two others onto his head. Just then A.D Skinner walked in and saw the "pencil situation". With a raised eyebrow he placed a folder on Mulder's desk without speaking. He left and closed the door quickly behind him.
Mulder picked the folder up. He closed his eyes when he opened it because he was quite nervous about the situation. He opened one eye slightly, but closed it again at the sight he saw. After a minute, he managed to gather enough courage to open both eyes. There in the folder was about the murder of Dana Scully.
Mulder gulped and started reading the case. Scully was murdered the same way Rose was, she was tied and brutally murdered. The file was complete with pictures, which made Mulder feel sick. Mulder read through the file, but this time he looked for another yellow note. There it was, stuck on the back of the autopsy report, with the same handwriting. Mulder read, "August 6th 9:30 PM 65 Bolten St. Arlington, VA". Today was the 6th Mulder thought.
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Mulder found himself sitting at the same bench when he found out Rose had died. He took out his cell phone and called the Lone Gunmen. It was the answering machine again.
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Mulder sat in his car again waiting for something to happen at 65 Bolten St. No such luck so far. Then he saw someone walking towards the warehouse. He waited until he was in, then Mulder walked across the road and into the same room, where he had been before. He knew the procedure, he crept up next to the rail and waited and watched. The lights flicked out below and the same 3 figures were there.
"So was it done?" asked the cigarette-smoking man. Mulder frowned at his voice, but listened tentatively.
"Yes," said the Scully like voice. The lump in Mulder's throat grew larger, as he strained to listen to the near familiar voice.
"Good, but do we have the fifth one yet?" asked the cigarette-smoking man.
"No, still not yet," said the Rose like voice.
"We'll have to find the fifth one soon or we won't have enough time to prepare,"
"So does anyone, except the one working on this project, know anything about this?"
"Nobody except the chosen ones know," said the Scully like voice. "Good, we need to keep this as secret as possible."
"We have tags on everyone on this project. They're looking night and day for the fifth one." "So do we have something on our side to help us find the last one?"
"Yes, we have developed an instrument which detects the stone in the soul of the final one." "Good, good, we'll need as much help as we can get."
The figures parted and the lights were switched off. Mulder rushed outside to find where went, but they were gone already. He got into his car and thought about the things that had happened to him lately.
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Scully's funeral had more mourners than Rose's. Mulder didn't pay much attention to them and he kept his distance. Mulder didn't feel like socializing with anyone and nobody socialized with him. Finally everyone left Mulder still stood there. He placed a flower arrangement at the base of the headstone. With tears in his eyes, he took one last look and left his partner, friend, and a part of him behind.
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The shock of Scully dead didn't come as big of a shock as Rose did to him. He was as miserable as ever. Mulder wasn't too shocked because deaths of loved ones was too common to him. He was miserable at each and one of them though. Mulder slumped out on his couch enjoying the weekend as comfortably as possible.
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Mulder passed through the days in a trance. He didn't have much to work for. He didn't have a passion, or a love. He didn't have a goal either. He was passing through life without any emotions. He was just there. No one cared about him, and he didn't care about anyone. It had been about a year after Rose's disappearance. Mulder went into his basement office and switched on the lights. There was another file waiting for him on his desk. He absentmindedly picked it up and flipped it open.
What he saw mad Mulder's eyes mist up. He swallowed but the lump in his throat was still there. Mulder sat down on his chair and covered his face in his hands.
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Mulder sat on the same bench in front of the reflecting pool, where he had gathered up his thoughts when Rose and Scully died. Mulder felt betrayed and hurt. Samantha was really dead. She had been murdered around the time she had disappeared.
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Here in the cemetery was what Mulder had worked and searched for so many years. Mulder had truly believed that Samantha had been alive, but that was a lie. What Mulder had believed was the truth was the lie. In the ground in front of Mulder was where the truth was buried. Mulder stared at the headstone; it was a rosy pink color. Mulder placed an arrangement of flowers at the base of the headstone. How many years had Mulder looked and wondered where she was? All this time she was here, dead. Mulder felt as if everything he had worked for was for nothing. "Nothing," the word rang in his mind. He really did have nothing left. He had nothing to work for, nothing to hope for. All of his hope and faith had diminished. Mulder finally realized that he was nothing important to the world around him. He just confused them all with alien junk.
Mulder didn't feel angry. He was too empty to feel angry at the cigarette-man. He was depressed; nothing had ever worked out for him, nothing. Mulder walked through the cemetery and into his car.
Mulder drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel, and stared ahead at the empty road. Mulder wondered why they were taking happiness away from him. Mulder never knew a life full of happiness. Mulder lived in a dark world. A world hated by most people. Mulder welcomed it because it held the truth. Now what he had known as the truth, was nothing but a lie. Mulder had walked to deep into this world. Now Mulder can't walk back into the joyous one.
Mulder had thought about suicide more than once. Mulder thought that it was a good time to commit it. Nobody would left behind to pick up the pieces and no one would miss him. Mulder took his gun out and fiddled with it in his hands. Death seemed the most reasonable thing to do now. Nothing was stopping him, nothing.
"Bang", the shot was heard for about a mile around. "Huh," Mulder said as he looked for where the shot had come from. "
Bang," this bullet went through the left window of the back seat and zoomed out the right. Someone was aiming at him. Mulder quickly turned on the car and hit the accelerator. There following close behind was the shooter driving a Ford Taurus. Mulder ducked as a bullet passed over his head and out the window. Mulder had gone less than a mile when the shooting stopped. He looked over to see the Ford Taurus nowhere.
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Mulder dropped down onto his couch and took in mind what had happened.
He took the gun and placed it to his right temple. Mulder trembled slightly at the touch of it. It was cold and unfriendly like the world around him. Mulder touched the trigger of the gun. With just one touch he could end it all. No more puzzles, no more games, no more mysteries would haunt his life anymore. He took one last glance at the picture on the coffee table and whispered, "I'll meet you there." Mulder closed his eyes and pressed the trigger. His world went into blankness. There was no pain or suffering, just blackness.
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Mulder awoke in a hospital bed. Mulder opened his eyes and glanced around then he shut them back up again.
"You where lucky that the cartridge you fired was empty," said a pale looking nurse. Mulder awoke later and found himself talking to the nurse.
"Yeah, I was really lucky," Mulder answered back grimly. The nurse then left him alone in the hospital room.