Author's Note: I'm soooo sorry that I haven't written in ages. This is the last chapter of the story *sniff sniff*. I had more stories to tell about Samantha, but I made myself finish this (partially because I've never finished a story longer than three or four pages.) I plan on Sequels!!! for those of you who actually like it. Thank for the reviews and keep 'em comin'. Thanks to some of my devoted friends and reviewers for reading anything I have written! Thanx a million Elpee, Jennifer, Sherin, Maheen (da Harry Potter Luva)
Also Little Bit, and the devil's advocate for reviewing and reading regularly. I plan on postin da sequel starting July 1st. Hint Hint: It involves a journey to a certain kingdom . . . But while you're waiting for the sequel go check out my Harry Potter fanfic about Sirius Black (The Black Jokers.) I have to update that soon too . . . ahhhh! and i have to graduate too! (from the eight grade, not high school. bye until July!!!

Mulder


Samantha. My sister. She's alive. Is it a miracle? I kept asking myself. But I don't believe in miracles. She's dead, a voice repeated in the back of my head. It's not really her. I told it to shut up.

"Daddy!" She ran and hugged me.

"Daddy?" I felt my stomach drop. What is this? Some kind of sick joke? I thought to my self.

I looked at Scully, stunned and puzzled. She just nodded.

"Daddy?" I mouthed.

"She's you daughter." She smiled. The girl still hung on to me fiercely.

"But . . . I don't have a daughter!" I said. The girl pulled back. She smiled. Samantha's smile. Samantha's braids. Samantha's eyes. Samantha's innocence. But not Samantha.

"You do. Do you remember Elizabeth? Elizabeth James?"

"Elizabeth?" I gasped. "You're Elizabeth's girl? She never answered any of my letters. She never told me about you. But why are you here now?"

Her gaze turned to the ground. "She's dead." She whispered, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. I reached out to hug her. I felt tears in my own eyes. Elizabeth dead.

Scully steers a little blond girl out of the dressing room and shuts the door behind them.

"So you're my daughter?" I ask stupidly.

She nods hopefully.

I hug her again. It seems like we hold on forever. She is like a carbon copy of my sister.

"What's your name?"

"Samantha Ann Mulder."

I gasp.

"Why does that surprise everyone?" She asks irritated.

"You mean you don't know?"

"No. And I don't know why Aunt D pulled out her gun the first time I told her my name. She said something bout Samantha being dead. But how could she know about me?"

"Your mom named you after my sister. Her name was Samantha Ann Mulder too." I feel tears fill my eyes again. I try to brush them away angrily. "She disappeared when she was eight and I was twelve. You look so much like her. You could be her twin."

Damn. I'm a father and I didn't even know it! How could I be so stupid. I should have called Elizabeth. I should have guessed. I should have been there. She grew up without me. Be at least she's here now.





Samantha


He's back.






Dana


The are reunited. (or is it united? They've never met before!??) It was the saddest and happiest thing in the world! He thought she was his sister!

Here they come now. She changed into normal clothes. The Gunmen are coming from the other direction. Everything is the way it should be.





Piper (Charlotte)


And we all lived happily ever after.