Mulder crumpled and fell to his knees before the grave. The events of

the past day flashed through his mind. Scully... Emily...

Scully...baby...Scully...death...Scully...gone...

"Scully..."

His one word hung in the air like a lost child before he broke down

in sobs. He threw his body on to her grave and pounded the ground

like a child having a tantrum.

"Scully..."

Again, the single word just floated and drifted about dipping and

twirling until reaching the ears of the one and only angel who could

help. Mulder jumped when the hand of a small child rested on his

shoulder. He sharply drew in a breath when he turned around and was

greeted by a very familiar face.

"Emily..."

Now a new name hung and twirled through the air as the little girl

nodded her head.

"I've come to help you."

"But...but how can you?"

"My mommy died... and... and I can help you fix it."

"How?!?!?!"

"I can't tell you..."

"Then what good!..."

Emily cut him off.

"But I can help you."

Mulder looked up into Emily's inisant angelic eyes and let another

word float and twirl in the air.

"How?"

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The other stories I started kept leaving me coming up with dead ends.....I'm thinking of taking them down or at least working on this for a wile to help clear my mind... tell me what you think....in a review maybe? Heh heh