Title: Please come home
Author: Doctor C.
Summary: Scully's musings on what happened.
Category: Angst, Vignette
Rating: G
Spoilers: Major ones for Requiem
Note: This is my very first fan fiction piece, I found it
while cleaning out my desktop on my computer. Bear with me
here, please.
I was originally assigned to the X Files to "debunk" it,
but in the last seven years, it has become my life. HE has
become my life. And now, he is gone, because of his work,
and his past. I touch the spot on my neck where my cross
used to be, and I remember trusting him to bring it home
safe. What I was really saying was for him to come home
safe. Now, it seems with him gone, the X Files seems
different. I seem different, as if the roles have changed
between my new partner and me. I am the person who is open
to suggestion, and he is the one who is always disproving
my theories. Ironic, you might say. They say that over
time, what you do reflects on who you are. That is true.
Doggett treats me as an equal, but his first impression of
me was, well, a bit soggy. He is my newly assigned partner
from the bureau. They gave me someone else because they
want to think Mulder never existed. My dreams were to have
a desk of my own. Now I do, but I don't really want it.
It's not rightfully mine. The basement is too empty, too
quiet. I am constantly reminded of him and where he is, and
if he is safe. The poster with the UFO space craft was what
got to me. The first day back in the office, I was alone. I
looked at the poster and realized that he may never come
back. I may never see his smile, or his hazel eyes that
show so much emotion, from love when he is talking about
the good times he and Samantha shared, to hate, when he is
talking about the things that took her. I broke down and
cried in the sight of that poster. I gave him my necklace
so he would return it to me like he did in the past, like
our venture to Antarctica. And this child growing within
me. My child, our child. I don't want our baby to grow up
without a father.
I can't do this alone. Please, God Mulder, come home.