Disclaimer: Scully is property of one Chris Carter. And God, well, he's the top guy and yes, I asked permission.
Dedication and Notes: This is a sequel to the short story that I wrote with Mulder. This is what Scully's relationship and prayers God could be like. It was also the hardest to write because I am not a mother nor have I known what it is like to not have a father. Hopefully, I am able to convey some sort of depth to Scully's prayers.
1:07 pm
Immaculate Conception National Shrine
December 24, 2001
Washington D.C.
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Are you there, God? It's me, Scully.
Do you have time for me? I know you're busy and all being that tomorrow is your special day.
It's a time for special feelings and a time for families to be together. But this year my family is not going to be doing that.
But this is the time when I need him the most. He IS my family and my everything. He shouldn't be robbed of seeing his child growing. I wonder what Mulder would get him for Christmas? A little baseball glove? Maybe the child's first X-Files starter kit? Would Mulder hug my child, my miracle baby?
I miss him every moment that we're apart. I think about him, I wonder if he's safe. I have asked you so many times for you to bring him back to me. He is out there somewhere, hiding from the evil in this world. I need to feel him here. I need to feel his tender touch. I need to know that he is somewhere safe and able to laugh. I need to know if he is using that wonderful charming smile and thinking up some zany one-liners.
If you're up there, and I believe that you are, and you hear me, could you make my Christmas and bring him back to me soon?
You always listen. He always comes back to me.
I need him. He completes my very existence.