A/N: This is just a little holiday to-do. I'm not promoting any type of theology nor am I trying to steal anything from the X-Files or Frank Capra. It was just an idea I had while wrapping presents and watching some holiday television. Happy Holidays!

P.S.: Thanks for the reviews! I promise this will be completed by Christmas.

Dec. 24, 11:45 p.m.

Outskirts of Washington D.C.

Mulder half-nodded and scratched his head.

"I was never what?"

Mel just grinned broadly and held his hands up.

"Just what I said. You thought it would be better if you were never born…Poof! You were never born."

The bewildered federal agent decided that he was suffering from some kind of delusional trauma brought on by the stress of the cold. So he decided to placate the hallucination in front of him until he could get some real help.

"Okay," Mulder said with half a chuckle. "I was never born. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and call an ambulance again."

He reached into his jacket pockets only to find nothing there. After getting his hands untangled from the leather, his checked the inside pockets before frantically reaching to his pants. During all this, Mel just rolled his eyes as Mulder started searching the ground, retracing his most recent steps.

"Kid, people who don't exist, usually don't have cell phones." Mel said, the unlit cigarette dangling between his lips. Mulder shot him a dirty look but kept looking around the railing and the edge of the bridge.

"You can makes jokes or you can help me find my damn phone, Mr……." Mulder looked up at him exasperated.

Mel shook his head. "You really don't listen to people, do you? My name is Mel, I'm your…"

Mulder uprighted quickly and got in Mel's face. As he did, he poked the "angel" in the chest only to find that his hand didn't pass through but instead stopped on the meat of the man's shoulderblade. For once, the fact that he wasn't hallucinating made him even madder.

"Right, you're my guardian angel," he was almost yelling. "Well Mr. Guardian Angel, I am a federal agent and you are really starting to piss me off."

Mel chuckled and took another drag. "You're not a federal agent. You don't have a job because you don't exist."

Mulder finally snapped.

"My name is Special Agent Fox Mulder with the Federal Bureau of Investigation," he yelled reaching into his back pocket for his badge. "FBI. Get it? That makes me a….."

His words cut off as he realized his badge and wallet, like his phone with also MIA. Wide-eyed, he glared at the man who was tearing a match out of a matchbook. Mel just tilted his head and nodded in affirmation as reality, or at least what seemed to be reality, came crashing down on Mulder.

Mulder usually knew the appropriate thing to say in any given situation. And in this one, the best he could come up with was:

"Oh crap."

His shoulders sagged and he rubbed his forehead.

"Okay, I've seen this movie," he said. "So what do I have to do to right this?"

Mel's brow furrowed as he shifted from side to side.

"Right this? Kid, this is what you wanted."

Mulder's patience was wearing thin.

"Look, you win, okay? I don't want to kill myself anymore, you're my guardian angel and I'd like my life, as crummy as it may be back so I can get on with it," he said flatly. "That way you can have your wings and I can go find Zu-Zu's petals or something and we can all stand around singing 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing' if that will make you feel better."

Mel looked to his left, then to his right and sighed heartily.

"You still think your life is so crummy? Why do I get the feeling that if I left now, you'd be back here in a month, if even that long, ready to make that jump again?"

Mulder laughed sarcastically.

"Oh don't worry, I'll pick another bridge."

Mel smirked and adjusted his trenchcoat. Then his smile got broader as if something wonderful had just occurred to him.

"I get what I need to do now," he mumbled. "Okay, Fox, you don't believe you've made anyone's life better, well now I have the opportunity to show you how wrong you are and seeing as you don't have anything better to do, I say we get started."

With that, he lit a match and all Mulder saw was a bright flash.