Death is only the Beginning

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…Chapter Three…

I looked at the sky nowadays, and wonder if Mulder will say what he feels first, I can feel that he's just dying to tell me, but, I don't want to sound selfish, if he ever found out, what kind of power I had, then Cancerman would, and I'd be in a real shithole. Logan called last night, he's always checkin' up on me, I sometimes think that he is trying to win my heart, but he knows that I can only think of him as a brother, a best friend. When I first went to the mutant school run by Professor Xavier, I thought that my life would be a living hell, but they were the best years of my life. Now, I wish I was still there, learning to control my mutant powers, staying with Logan, 'Ro, and trying to get Rogue to talk more. Although she now has a boy running after her heart, some swamprat called Remy LeBeau, or Gambit, as he likes to be called. I can't help but think that those two are perfect for each other, of course, she can never touch him, thanks to her mutant power. Anyway, I'd better be going, Mulder's gonna wonder where I am if I don't show up for work soon.

Scully

Mulder looked up from the earlier entry in her journal, Reyes was seated in a chair next to Doggett, they sat in the cemetery where Melissa was buried, they were at her funeral, Scully's. The preacher's words fell on deaf ears, Maggie Scully was to busy crying her heart out, she had lost her two daughters and her husband, Reyes and Doggett were looking at him, but, Mulder knew they weren't listening, it was the same old thing. Mulder was too busy trying to figure out where he had gone wrong, why Scully had to go and commit suicide, or have someone kill her. He just didn't get. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, he saw Rogue standing there, the girl from the Institute, she sat down next to him and he just broke down. As Scully used to do, Rogue cradled the grown man while he flushed the water from his system in an attempt to feel better. Then, Scully's coffin was lowered into the ground and dirt was thrown on top of it.

After the funeral, Mulder stayed with Mrs. Scully,

"Fox, you should really go home and get some rest, you have had a rough few days…" Maggie said as she unlocked the door to her house and she turned around to face Mulder. "Please, I'm okay, I promise I'll be okay, just go home and rest Fox." He nodded and walked back to his car and drove away.

He entered his apartment and went straight to his couch and fell on it, and tried to go to sleep, when he felt someone else in the room. He reached for his gun when he felt it wasn't there.

"So reckless, Mulder." He froze, he knew that voice, he looked around into the shadows and tried to find him.

"Krycek, what the hell do you want?!" Mulder yelled into the darkness and waited for an answer, when he didn't get one, he reached for the gun in his leg holster. He stopped when he felt a gun press against his forehead. He stopped and stood up and he put his hands up where the man could see them.

"I have something to tell you Mulder, but you must keep it a secret." Krycek whispered and waited for some kind of answer.

"What makes you think I want information from you Krycek?!" Mulder shot as Krycek pulled the gun away from Mulder's head.

"You have to know, that Scully isn't dead." Mulder turned around to find that Krycek wasn't there, and he was on the couch. He looked at his watch, it was 2 AM, he'd been sleeping, but was that really a dream?

Tell me what ya think…!!! Was Mulder just dreaming, or was Krycek really there, but wait, wasn't Krycek dead???? Find out in the next chapter of Death is only the Beginning!!!