Episode 10 x 4
BANG!
Summary: What would Scully do if Mulder died? Would she ever be able to go on without him?
Just to make it clear, I don't own anything contained in these stories. So no one has to sue me.
6: 03 am November 10th
Mulder found himself in the last place he ever thought he would be. The last place anyone would expect a person like him to be. He sat in the last pew of a catholic church, he had no clue which one, he just was sitting there, staring off into space.
"What the hell am I doing here?" he thought out loud. This turned the head of the priest who just happened to be walking past him at the time.
Mulder had left Scully asleep in bed at a hotel about half a mile away, and had gone wondering about the small town. This, of course, was not a smart idea but Mulder didn't think about that since they were in No-where Canada, and his mind was distracted from all logic.
He finally found himself sitting in this church, a small building consisting mostly of pews, and stained glass windows all along the side. He was presently sitting crouched over, elbows on his knees, and head in his hands, trying to think what on earth had caused him to go here.
The last thing Mulder believed in was God, how could there be with this whole conspiracy? How could a God create humans only to be killed and taken over by superior beings from another planet? If anything Mulder's god was the aliens, they had been the focus of over half his life.
"Then why am I here?" he said loudly getting frustrated.
It was no use he couldn't think of any reason why he would wonder into such a place. So instead he began to think of something else, pretty much the only thing he ever thought about, Scully. Recently he had been increasingly worried for her safety.
He spent hours on end staring at her as she slept trying to imagine why she had followed him all these years. Even with his crazy crusades and their pointless wondering around the country she never left his side. Sure she had shot him before, nearly left him other times, but he couldn't think of what he would do if she ever left him.
He began to remember that time when he had to leave her, her and William and go into hiding, searching for the truth. He remembered how lonely he felt lying in bed thinking of her hundreds of miles away. How he would dream of her every night and wake up sad that she had disappeared.
Scully presently was sleeping alone in the bed of the motel. She awoke to find Mulder gone. She yawned and got dressed quickly, she hated it when he just up and left. She couldn't find him anywhere around the motel and she began to worry, she hated worrying.
She couldn't stand it any more, this worrying, the hiding, all of it. She wanted her life back, her job, sleep, her family, her sanity. But she wanted Mulder more than anything else in the world and the only way was to give up everything.
She returned to the motel room unsuccessful, and plopped down in the chair in front of a laptop that was sitting on the desk. Something was strange, it was an e-mail, signed for a "Cleo/amie@tfbi.com." Scully's eyes squinted some as she tried to think of who this was, and why Mulder would be e- mailing a stranger. She read it slowly very confused, it seemed to be in some sort of code:
Cleo,
No solution, must go to plan SOS, asap.
C U @ Golden City, bring CFWM & CDCS,
trustno1
"What the heck does this mean?" she asked herself out loud. She went online and found Cleo on Mulder's IM contact list. She clicked on it, she had to find out who this person was.
trustno1: who is this?
Cleo: who is this, is this FWM?
trustno1: yes
There was a long pause who ever it was didn't seem to trust her. She wouldn't trust anyone either.
Cleo: this is not a secure conv. send the e-mail quickly.
She sent the e-mail that Mulder had obviously wrote quickly and Cleo went off-line as soon as she had done so, and she went offline as well. As soon as the online screen went away it showed another note. This one was signed to her and before she even could reach the end she was in tears:
My Sweetest Scully,
I love you, but I can't go on this way any longer. I can't stay hiding, waiting, helplessly for the end. I'm too weak, not strong like you Scully, this is my good-bye, if there is a God up there then I'll be going to hell, it's not any different than this life. Just know that every moment that I shared with you was the only heaven I'll ever know.
Trust no one,
Mulder.
"GOD NO!" she screamed grabbing her gun and running out of the room in tears.
3:44 pm
"I must go through with this!" said Mulder as he sat on a bench in the local park as he starred at his gun.
"Are you ready?" said a stranger who placed his hand on his shoulder as he stood behind him.
"Do you get it?"
"Yes." said the stranger his face not determinable because he wore dark sun glasses and a hat.
"Did she see the e-mail?"
"Yes, she contacted me I believe, she asked who I was."
"I hope that she didn't see the letter, that really wasn't meant for her."
"Well did you address it to her?"
"Yes I did, I had to so they would believe it was real."
"Well, we'll just have to hope she doesn't do anything drastic."
"Why wouldn't she I just told her I'm leaving her alone in this hell-hole of a world."
"We can't wait any longer, we must do this now."
"Yes, how are we doing this?"
The stranger looked around nervously as he continued, "I've got you a clone."
"A clone you don't mean an alien clone do you!"
"No! There are different government projects than that one. Of course this one's been called off. They were making clones to "kill of people." They create a clone of a person, they leave a suicide note and they disappear leaving behind the "fake."
"But its not alive is it?!"
"No it's been injected with an undetectable compound. It kills them painlessly and quickly, but of course these clones have never been conscious."
"So basically we just shoot it in the head leave it here and they think I took the easy way out."
"Yes, but Scully's going to believe it too, so we have to get to her as soon as we're done here."
Scully meanwhile was exhausted she had been searching everywhere all day. She couldn't and wouldn't believe that Mulder would do this. She had to find him before he did this, but it had already been more than nine hours. She couldn't imagine what she would do when she found him, there's no way he still be alive, but there's no way he would do this either.
Her heart jumped and she screamed as she heard a shot coming from somewhere in the park which she was passing. "MULDER!" she screamed tears in her eyes as she ran as fast as she could towards the sound, still echoing in her ears.
She found him on the ground next to a park bench, bloody and cold, "He must have been sitting here all day until he-until he." she said unable to finish, she was crying uncontrollably.
She held his cold body in her arms as she rocked with sadness. She began to fill with fear and shock began to settle in. Her tears fell atop his face and the blood dripped all over her clothes.
As Scully sat there holding what she thought was Mulder, he was actually on his way back to the motel to find her. He had left immediately after he had shot the clone in the head, and had not seen Scully run up to it a few minutes later. He hoped with all his might that she had not found the letter.
Scully was in a state of shock sitting there in the park with the corpse. She kept repeating, "Why Mulder? Why? Why? Why?"
She couldn't bare the thought that she hadn't been enough to keep him going. She began to think that now she was alone, there was no one else for her.
She slowly picked up her gun with a bloody hand, her whole body shook with sorrow. She brought the cold barrel to her head with a shaking hand screaming between sobs "GOD WHY?! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!-You've took my only- heaven, my only-dream!"
Mulder turned he could hear her screaming voice, "No Scully it isn't me!"
"THERE'S NO POINT IN GOING ON!" she said as her trigger finger slowly pulled the trigger, "I love you Mulder."
BANG!
* To Be Continued *
BANG!
Summary: What would Scully do if Mulder died? Would she ever be able to go on without him?
Just to make it clear, I don't own anything contained in these stories. So no one has to sue me.
6: 03 am November 10th
Mulder found himself in the last place he ever thought he would be. The last place anyone would expect a person like him to be. He sat in the last pew of a catholic church, he had no clue which one, he just was sitting there, staring off into space.
"What the hell am I doing here?" he thought out loud. This turned the head of the priest who just happened to be walking past him at the time.
Mulder had left Scully asleep in bed at a hotel about half a mile away, and had gone wondering about the small town. This, of course, was not a smart idea but Mulder didn't think about that since they were in No-where Canada, and his mind was distracted from all logic.
He finally found himself sitting in this church, a small building consisting mostly of pews, and stained glass windows all along the side. He was presently sitting crouched over, elbows on his knees, and head in his hands, trying to think what on earth had caused him to go here.
The last thing Mulder believed in was God, how could there be with this whole conspiracy? How could a God create humans only to be killed and taken over by superior beings from another planet? If anything Mulder's god was the aliens, they had been the focus of over half his life.
"Then why am I here?" he said loudly getting frustrated.
It was no use he couldn't think of any reason why he would wonder into such a place. So instead he began to think of something else, pretty much the only thing he ever thought about, Scully. Recently he had been increasingly worried for her safety.
He spent hours on end staring at her as she slept trying to imagine why she had followed him all these years. Even with his crazy crusades and their pointless wondering around the country she never left his side. Sure she had shot him before, nearly left him other times, but he couldn't think of what he would do if she ever left him.
He began to remember that time when he had to leave her, her and William and go into hiding, searching for the truth. He remembered how lonely he felt lying in bed thinking of her hundreds of miles away. How he would dream of her every night and wake up sad that she had disappeared.
Scully presently was sleeping alone in the bed of the motel. She awoke to find Mulder gone. She yawned and got dressed quickly, she hated it when he just up and left. She couldn't find him anywhere around the motel and she began to worry, she hated worrying.
She couldn't stand it any more, this worrying, the hiding, all of it. She wanted her life back, her job, sleep, her family, her sanity. But she wanted Mulder more than anything else in the world and the only way was to give up everything.
She returned to the motel room unsuccessful, and plopped down in the chair in front of a laptop that was sitting on the desk. Something was strange, it was an e-mail, signed for a "Cleo/amie@tfbi.com." Scully's eyes squinted some as she tried to think of who this was, and why Mulder would be e- mailing a stranger. She read it slowly very confused, it seemed to be in some sort of code:
Cleo,
No solution, must go to plan SOS, asap.
C U @ Golden City, bring CFWM & CDCS,
trustno1
"What the heck does this mean?" she asked herself out loud. She went online and found Cleo on Mulder's IM contact list. She clicked on it, she had to find out who this person was.
trustno1: who is this?
Cleo: who is this, is this FWM?
trustno1: yes
There was a long pause who ever it was didn't seem to trust her. She wouldn't trust anyone either.
Cleo: this is not a secure conv. send the e-mail quickly.
She sent the e-mail that Mulder had obviously wrote quickly and Cleo went off-line as soon as she had done so, and she went offline as well. As soon as the online screen went away it showed another note. This one was signed to her and before she even could reach the end she was in tears:
My Sweetest Scully,
I love you, but I can't go on this way any longer. I can't stay hiding, waiting, helplessly for the end. I'm too weak, not strong like you Scully, this is my good-bye, if there is a God up there then I'll be going to hell, it's not any different than this life. Just know that every moment that I shared with you was the only heaven I'll ever know.
Trust no one,
Mulder.
"GOD NO!" she screamed grabbing her gun and running out of the room in tears.
3:44 pm
"I must go through with this!" said Mulder as he sat on a bench in the local park as he starred at his gun.
"Are you ready?" said a stranger who placed his hand on his shoulder as he stood behind him.
"Do you get it?"
"Yes." said the stranger his face not determinable because he wore dark sun glasses and a hat.
"Did she see the e-mail?"
"Yes, she contacted me I believe, she asked who I was."
"I hope that she didn't see the letter, that really wasn't meant for her."
"Well did you address it to her?"
"Yes I did, I had to so they would believe it was real."
"Well, we'll just have to hope she doesn't do anything drastic."
"Why wouldn't she I just told her I'm leaving her alone in this hell-hole of a world."
"We can't wait any longer, we must do this now."
"Yes, how are we doing this?"
The stranger looked around nervously as he continued, "I've got you a clone."
"A clone you don't mean an alien clone do you!"
"No! There are different government projects than that one. Of course this one's been called off. They were making clones to "kill of people." They create a clone of a person, they leave a suicide note and they disappear leaving behind the "fake."
"But its not alive is it?!"
"No it's been injected with an undetectable compound. It kills them painlessly and quickly, but of course these clones have never been conscious."
"So basically we just shoot it in the head leave it here and they think I took the easy way out."
"Yes, but Scully's going to believe it too, so we have to get to her as soon as we're done here."
Scully meanwhile was exhausted she had been searching everywhere all day. She couldn't and wouldn't believe that Mulder would do this. She had to find him before he did this, but it had already been more than nine hours. She couldn't imagine what she would do when she found him, there's no way he still be alive, but there's no way he would do this either.
Her heart jumped and she screamed as she heard a shot coming from somewhere in the park which she was passing. "MULDER!" she screamed tears in her eyes as she ran as fast as she could towards the sound, still echoing in her ears.
She found him on the ground next to a park bench, bloody and cold, "He must have been sitting here all day until he-until he." she said unable to finish, she was crying uncontrollably.
She held his cold body in her arms as she rocked with sadness. She began to fill with fear and shock began to settle in. Her tears fell atop his face and the blood dripped all over her clothes.
As Scully sat there holding what she thought was Mulder, he was actually on his way back to the motel to find her. He had left immediately after he had shot the clone in the head, and had not seen Scully run up to it a few minutes later. He hoped with all his might that she had not found the letter.
Scully was in a state of shock sitting there in the park with the corpse. She kept repeating, "Why Mulder? Why? Why? Why?"
She couldn't bare the thought that she hadn't been enough to keep him going. She began to think that now she was alone, there was no one else for her.
She slowly picked up her gun with a bloody hand, her whole body shook with sorrow. She brought the cold barrel to her head with a shaking hand screaming between sobs "GOD WHY?! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!-You've took my only- heaven, my only-dream!"
Mulder turned he could hear her screaming voice, "No Scully it isn't me!"
"THERE'S NO POINT IN GOING ON!" she said as her trigger finger slowly pulled the trigger, "I love you Mulder."
BANG!
* To Be Continued *