Chapter 2
Post The Truth
Scully snuggled closer to the man sleeping beside her; it was the man she loved: Fox Mulder. It was a Saturday, but not just any Saturday. It was the 7th anniversary of Diana Fowley's death. Scully wished Mulder would wake up so she could stop thinking constantly about how maybe she wasn't the one who deserved this man and was overwhelmed with guilt.
Three hours later at 8:30 A.M. Mulder stirred. After opening his eyes and yawning loudly he looked down at Scully in what seemed to be surprise; she wasn't usually awake this early. When he saw her glistening cheeks, he sighed and brushed away her tears with his thumb. He whispered the words, "I love you, Dana. It's not your fault." Understanding dawned on Scully; Mulder must think she was crying about William again.
"But it is," She knew she had to tell him the truth. Mulder shook his and Scully pressed a finger to his mouth when he opened it to speak, "It's not what you think Fox."
Mulder looked worried; she only used his first name for one of three reasons: she was scared, she was being completely serious, or she was telling him she loved him. Mulder knew it wasn't going to be the later. "What is it, Dana?" he asked her and she could hear the worry apparent in his voice.
Scully told him everything. Then when she broke down cried he held her and told her it wasn't her fault. He hated seeing this strong woman broken time and time again, when it was always his fault. He was surprised that she had been that jealous of Diana and he had never noticed. "Why did you tell me?" He asked gently when she began to calm down.
"I never told anyone. I didn't even try to come to terms with what had happened; I didn't for a long time. I didn't want to admit to myself what I would've done if someone else hadn't shot her. The thing is Mulder, she saved us both and I owe her everything. You deserve her not me!" I cried into his chest, not daring to look at his face wearing what would be a surely disgusted expression. He hadn't interrupted the whole time, probably because he agreed with me. I cried harder.
"Dana, look at me," He commanded. I looked up at his beautiful face, I knew him so well I read it like a book. I breathed a sigh of relief; Mulder wasn't mad. Then in a completely caring, soft voice Mulder finished, "Dana, I don't blame you. I wouldn't want any woman more than you. It was seven years ago. Don't dwell on what you might've done but didn't. I'd do everything all over again. Dana I love you more than anyone else in the world and hate to see you like this, please forgive yourself."
He gave me a tender kiss and held me until I was ready to get up and face another day with him. I knew he was right; I wouldn't give up what we had here for anything.
That night as we sat and watched the sun set together I silently prayed. I thanked Diana for what she had done. I thanked her because even though she was a bitch I owe her everything.
The End
I know this chapter sucked, but please review. And sorry if if the people weren't in character. I was wondering how Diana Fowley died during the Sixth Extinction I and II. I wanted Scully to kill her, but I didn't want her to get caught. So i did the next best thing.