Title: One is the Loneliest Number
Author: Doctor C.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X Files characters, but
if I did, Mulder would still be on earth! And Mulder and
Scully would get married and live happily ever after.
There, I said it, got it out of my system
Note: Dedicated as always to Didi, the person who lead me
to become a phile, only now, I think she is regretting it,
because I am too obsessed.
Scully POV
There were no stars out tonight. Stars are the only things
that make me not feel alone. It's hard to be a teenager,
especially being the youngest girl. Missy always has a
boyfriend, every week it is somebody new. For the past four
years, since I was 11, I have wished the same thing on my
birthday. I wish it on the stars and the penny in the
fountain. My wish is that I will find my soul mate. Someone
who can hold me when I cry, someone who cuddles up and
watches old movies with, and most of all, someone to love.
I want every touch, every look to mean something.
Sometimes I get really lonely. Longing for someone to
hug me. And that I can stay in that hug for as long as I
need to. I hope that twenty years down the road I will love
someone and he loves me equally. Maybe, just maybe he is
looking at the stars too. God, if you are there, I don't
want to be alone.
One is the loneliest number
Mulder POV
Life is not fair. My parents hate me, everyone on this @#!&
world hates me! I feel responsible for Sam's disappearance
because I was the big brother. I was supposed to keep her
from danger that's what big brothers do. I just can't take
it anymore. Who would miss me if I died? Nobody! Absolutely
nobody! I could just pull the trigger and it would all be
over. I have the gun to my head, waiting. And then, I look
out the window. There is the single star out tonight,
twinkling its wonderful glow. It is almost saying "it will
be okay, life will get better." I put the gun down and I
get down on my hands and knees and I put my hands together,
and I pray.
"Please, God, if you're out there, send someone who cares.
Someone who understands, someone to cry on. Please, send
someone, anyone." He said as little droplets of tears run
down his face. He looked at the sky again and saw the face
of the moon, and knew he would wait.
One is the loneliest number