Death is Only the Beginning
Don't own anything
...Prologue...
I am yours, I always have been, but I just need some time alone, some time to myself, some time to think. I think every night, as we lie down together, that I wish I was still just your partner in our basement office, away from all of the others, instead of your lover, at least then, you would have stopped whispering something you don't mean into my ear long enough to hear what I had to say. Any way, I've written to tell you this, that by the time you find me, I will be long gone, probably somewhere you will never find me. Have a happy life without my back to rub, or my shoulder to cry on, Mulder, and good luck with saving the X-Files next time Kersh decides to shut them down...
Scully
Mulder read the letter a second time to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, she was really gone, and he didn't understand why. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? If I did, she would have told me, wouldn't she have?
He picked up the phone just as it rang and heard Skinner's voice on the other end, he quickly hung up the phone and headed for the parking garage and got into his car, driving off as fast as he was allowed to, hoping what he had just heard was not true. But he knew that if they had found Scully dead, and Skinner saw the body, then she was mist likely gone this time.
He reached her apartment in time to see Skinner trying to comfort a crying Maggie Scully, he gestured with his head to go into Scully's apartment. He slowly stepped into the room where the agents and investigators were standing, and sure enough, there she was, a bullet through the heart, and he couldn't believe it. There were no fingerprints on the gun, not enough of hers to now she had shot the gun. He knelt down next to his dead partner and looked to a pony-tailed cop bent down on her other side and he looked at Mulder.
"I am very sorry for your loss, Agent Mulder, but we have to take her to the morgue now, if you don't mind moving." He said quietly and apparently, Maggie Scully was close enough to hear this because a new set of tears was heard. Mrs. Scully had just gone through her daughter almost dying as it was, plus the loss of Melissa Scully three years ago. Where did I go wrong, Scully? Was it my bad jokes, my attraction to Diana? Damn it Scully, you didn't have to go and get yourself killed you know?! He screamed in his mind as they lifted his partner into a body bag, zipped it up and carried it out. The pony-tailed cop looked at him again and wrote down a number on a piece of paper.
"If you have any kind of answers, anything at all that may help us, just give me a call, my name is Duncan MacLeod..."
Okay peoples, this is not my first fanfic, of course it isn't, I don't want to sound too cocky, but I think it's okay, the idea just occurred to me, and here it is, anyway, if you like it, review PLEASE, I like those who review my other ones, but more would be nice! Thanx!