Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to 1013, Fox and Chris Carter.
AN: Thanks to my wonderful betareader Doris. I wrote JUST SOMEWHERE in 2002 and never posted this fanfic, so bear with me if it is not one of my best works.
JUST SOMEWHERE
Dana Scully walked towards the grave.
She hated visiting, every time she was here she knew that it was wrong.
He wasn't here, he wasn't laying five feet under the ground, he wasn't even dead.
He was out there.
But she was here at his grave.
She was carrying a bunch of red roses, really dark red.
She kneeled down in front of his grave and put the flowers down.
Then she brushed with her fingertips over the inscription on the gravestone:
FOX WILLIAM MULDER.
God, how much she missed him. She felt lonely without him.
He was more than her friend and her partner at work. He was the other half of her soul. The only one she trusted with life, heart and soul.
And now he was gone.
Abducted. Like she was, years before, it was the past.
"Oh Mulder, I miss you. At night I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep. I stare at the phone night and day and hope for an evidence that you are not gone"
Then her cellphone rang.
"Scully" she said.
There was nothing to hear, no voice, no sound and not even the dial tone.
"Mulder, is that you?" Scully asked hopefully.
Then she heard a click and then the dial tone.
Scully looked again at the gravestone.
"Mulder, was that you? Have you given me a sign?!" she asked out loud.
No one answered her. Scully put her hand on her belly in which grew the life of her child. How much she wanted Mulder to be a part of her baby's life but she didn't know where he was. She didn't know how to find him.
The only thing in her life she had now was the baby growing inside her but what when they took the baby away from her like they had taken Mulder away?
A single tear ran down Scullys cheek.
She cried because she missed Mulder.
Because she has lost the man she loved, maybe forever.
Because she could lose her baby.
Because of everything.
Dana Scully kissed her fingertips and then brushed one last time for today over the inscription on the gravestone.
Everyone who visited his grave could read:
FOX WILLIAM MULDER
A FRIEND AND PARTNER AT WORK AND IN LIFE
HE ISN'T DEAD, JUST SOMEWHERE.
Scully turned around and wanted to walk back to her car.
But she stopped. She had heard someone. It had sounded like a voice. Sounded like someone whispering her name. She looked around but saw nothing.
Maybe it was the wind.
Maybe she was hallucinating
Maybe someone was calling her name.
Maybe it was Mulder.
Maybe
THE END