Disclaimer: sadly I don't own these characters. Wish I did, but I don't. They belong to the master, CC, fox networks and 1013. But if Chris carter accidently came across this story and decided to use it to made a third X Files movie, he can have it.

Summary: I said I wouldn't kill scully or Mulder and I haven't. This chapter is about scully telling Mulder who has died and the effects of the events. Don't hurt me for killing this character! Please! I didn't want to, but it is vital to the story.

Spoilers: This story will make frequent references the show. Be warned. I did some research with the dates and ages of the characters, I like being accurate. It helps if you have watched the show, but if you haven't recently; just trust me. I even get brave and let Mulder and Scully refer to David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson, but that's not till later.

A/note: for the record, it was hard to write this chapter. I had to find a way to let this character die with dignity, but I still don't think I did a good job. I promise no more bombshell cliffhangers either, and thank you SO much for all the reviews! I'm having trouble working out what you guys like, so drop me a line and tell me what kind of things you guys would like to see in upcoming chapters. :) PS this chapter is really short, look out for some references too!

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06:58 PM

February 23rd – 2012

Mulder- Scully residence, Virginia

Mulder opened the front door and dived into his nice warm house, slamming the door behind him to keep the cold air out. In one hand he held a bag of groceries; beer, a fresh bag of sunflower seeds and some ice cream. Why scully wanted ice cream in this weather, Mulder couldn't understand, but he still got some. In his other hand, he held 3 DVD's; all of the ones she had asked for.

"Hey scully! I got 'evolution', 'last king of Scotland' and of course, 'titanic'!" Mulder called through his eerily quite house as he brushed some residue snow off his shoulders. Mulder wasn't going to try 'honey, I'm home!' till after they got married. Mulder didn't really know why she liked evolution, she said it was 'a scientist's kind of film', but Mulder believed she just liked looking at David Duchovny. "He's not that great." Mulder muttered bitterly as he walked into the empty kitchen; realizing he had gotten no reply, he put the DVD's and groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Scully?" he called again. He walked past the lounge room, the TV was switched off. He climbed up the stairs and moved towards their bedroom; the door was slightly ajar. The light was off, but it still wouldn't hurt to check. Mulder stepped up to the door, resting a hand against it, he pushed it open. The light from the hall filled the dark room, Mulder found scully lying on their bed; her body wrapped around his pillow and her cell phone lying next to her knee.

Mulder's large frame cast a shadow over scully's vulnerable figure; "Scully?" he asked again, as he stepped into the room. She didn't respond to his presence, still staring into open space; she had been crying, her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. "Dana?" Mulder tried again. Her eyes shot up to his at the sound of her first name; she threw the pillow over her onto the bed and sat up on the edge of the bed, arms outstretched seeking comfort. "Mulder…" she whimpered.

Mulder didn't even think about what he was doing; his instincts told him that Scully needed him and he dove to his knees in front of where she sat, allowing her to practically fall into his arms. "Scully, it's okay. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." He assured her. There they stayed, Scully crying into his shoulder and him holding her tightly.

After about 20 minutes, Scully had calmed down, Mulder's knees were aching but he didn't care; he would stay for as long as he needed her there. "You okay to tell me what happened?" he asked soothingly. She nodded into his shoulder, pulling away from him enough to let him get up off the floor and sit on the bed next to her, but never breaking physical contact. Scully's face now looked flushed and tired; she still had some trouble controlling her breathing. Luckily her sense of professionalism allowed her to calm down further, Scully was nothing if not; a being of self control. She regained her composure, swallowing, with great difficulty, she began;

"I, um… I got a call about half an hour ago from a detective in Baltimore," she exhaled a large breath, looking at her hands; Mulder rested an arm around her shoulder, "he said that my mum, had had a stroke whilst she was down at a bus stop; apparently she was getting on a bus to travel down to see us," she closed her eyes and let another tear run down her face; "the ambulance that was called… never made it there in time" she looked at his, she didn't need to continue her sentence; "Mulder…" Mulder silenced her by pulling her into his chest; she began to cry again; Mulder held her tightly, as much to comfort himself as her.

Maggie was gone. Mulder felt a pang at his heart, he loved Maggie as a mother, she always treated him like family, even when he screwed up she forgave him because she knew how much he loved her daughter. He couldn't help letting tears fall from his own eyes, he held his fiancé tightly.

They sat together for what felt like forever.

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Oh I feel terrible. Next chapter is the funeral, but there's another twist when two unexpected visitors attend the funeral. You'll understand why I chose Maggie to die and why it was important to the story. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll take honest feedback, I'm a grown up… sort of. Next chapter will be up soon.