Title: The End of All Things
Author: Jennis524 AKA Jennifer Zoromski
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Chris Carter except Michael Mulder
Spoilers: Requiem, This is Not Happening, DeadAlive, Empedocles, small mentions from Vienen, Pilot, The Host, & Rain King…Some spoilers for upcoming episodes that may or may not be true.
Summary: The End of the X-Files as we know it.
Author's Notes: This is how I would write the ending to the X-Files…Actually I would end it different than what I think Chris Carter's got up his sleeve, but after studying a lot of the episodes I think this is the way Carter would most likely end it…with my own input…hehe
"I believe a lot of things," –Mulder "Empedocles"
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History is often said to repeat itself. From cavemen to the geniuses behind the internet humans have basically taken over the world. We are the force that hasn't ceased to stop since man took his first step out the blue oceans 500,000 years ago. But what if there was another force? One that has the power to put us here and to take us away, we might not be the only constant force on the Earth. It might just be a fight for power…the victor is the one that has been the most dominant…the one that has lived the longest, the one with the means to wipe the other off the planet. Will humans prevail? Or will something else? Something that we are not ready to face…something that will destroy everything, including life itself…it's own creation.
January 29, 2001
Place Unknown
Mulder left me. He walked out of the door, never to return. I have been through so much with him, but for some reason this time I knew that he was never ever coming back. Not even after I found him dead in that field last September or when he was put into the cold ground…very dead. But he came back. This time he isn't.
The colonization has begun and my child is the only one that can save mankind. Such a huge responsibility for one child to have on his shoulders, he is like Christ. The world needs to sacrifice him to save themselves from their own inevitable ends, but I can't bear to give him away…see him die a death that was always meant to be. I have lost too many that were close to me in the last eight years. I lost a daughter that I never knew existed until I found her, but it was too late. I was too late.
When I was younger I never wanted children. I always saw myself growing old as a well-known doctor. I love them, but I had a gut feeling that I would never have them. Never experience the wonderful joy of the first kick you experience as the child begins to grow deep inside, the first picture you see on a blurry screen, the signs of a child growing with in that expands your waistline. I thought I would never experience the morning sickness, the cravings, and the mood swings. But something happened.
At thirty-six and a half years old I found myself single and pregnant. The thing was the child that grew within was never meant to be. I had been barren for almost four years. Four years of knowing that my childhood fears of never becoming a mother were true. So true that when I felt the child move for the first time I didn't truly believe it. I don't believe things easily if you haven't figured that out yet, but I had to see the evidence. As the weeks turned into months my body began to show signs of the child's home expanding and I loved every moment of it.
Feeling my child move, shifting positions as his home became smaller or he became bigger, one of the two. And then Mulder was returned. He came back from the dead like Christ himself. I have two guys in my life that I can compare with Christ. Mulder the one who rose from the dead and Michael, the child that shouldn't have been, that somehow ended up in my womb by the grace of God and a little help from Mulder.
When Mulder first returned he was horribly cold towards me, not wanting to except that he was going to be a father. Coming back from the dead was enough of his troubles. Threats on the life of my child continued to come in from the one and only Krycek. He wanted my son dead; my child that I never thought was possible wiped off the face of a planet that needs him desperately.
"You can't have him," Mulder defended me and his son, "Take me, but you can't have him."
"I don't want you," Krycek uttered under his breath, "I want the child."
"No," Mulder said defiant as he stood in front of me in an elevator at the FBI.
"You are very selfish, Mulder," Krycek glares at him, "This child is the key to it all. Everything that you have ever searched for is right there in Scully's womb and that child is a threat. It needs to be killed."
I stared at the man that took the place of the Cigarette Smoking Man. He was now part of the conspiracy. All he wanted was her precious child killed and I can't accept that.
Mulder guides me back down to the small X-Files office, the one that neither of us belonged to any longer. Mulder was fired. He walked away from everything that he had ever fought for as Kersch decided to do the FBI a favor. Mulder accomplished his last final stunt, knowing it was his last and then he handed it all over to Doggett. Everything. It was like he was giving Doggett the endless days that Mulder and I spent traveling around the country finding Flukemen, aliens, rain kings, and memories. I couldn't believe that he gave it all up without a fight. No ranting and raving as Kersch gave him his final assignment: Very Early Retirement.
I, too, am off the X-Files due to my pregnancy. As far as the FBI and Kersch are concerned they don't want me back on the X-Files either because they think that I have become Mulder, not in body, but rather in soul. I think that they are right.
"What is it Agent Scully?" Doggett inquires into our unexpected appearance.
"I need to get Scully to a safe place," Mulder says with so much compassion his voice that my knees begin to melt.
I remember the first time that we finally admitted our relationship. It was just after New Year's Eve. I had gotten really sick on the fifth of January. I couldn't get out of bed for almost two days. Mulder was there with me the entire time. Sure he was with me when I had cancer, but this was different. All I had was a really bad cold and fever. But he loved me. And I could tell.
January 10th, 2000
I had just started to doze off. My head still felt like it was going to blow up, but I had to go to work tomorrow. I had been gone for four days. Mulder has been with me just about the entire time.
"Scully are you okay?" Mulder asks me.
"I'm fine," I say with my usual response.
"Don't give me that crap Scully. You've been saying that line for the last seven years," he says accusing me.
"Fine, Mulder, I feel a lot better than I did five days ago. Is that better?"
"Much," he says with a smirk on his face. He had walked over to me where I lay on the couch.
"Mulder do you want to lie down?" I ask, hoping he'll say 'yes.'
He hesitates looking at me to be sure I felt okay about it.
"If it is okay with you," he says his voice quavering.
I nod and he lies down next to me. It was then when I was in his arms that I felt completely and entirely safe.
"I love you, Scully," Mulder whispers into my ear as I start to fall asleep. I was out before I could respond and I thought it was a dream.
To Be Continued…