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: it's the day of Maggie's funeral (sniff), after the service Mulder and Scully are about to leave when they spot two people approach the grave, who could they be?? Have to read to find out. After what I did to Maggie, I felt compelled to bring a character back from the dead, or at least explain how they "died", just not in this chapter. (If Mulder can apparently die and come back, so can this character!) I'll even explain what happened!

Spoilers: um… a little déjà vu from the episode 'deadalive', but apart from that, no specific references.

A/note: all those who hate me for killing Maggie please raise thy hand (raises own arm). All I can say is I tried to give her as much dignity and honor as possible. I got some VERY honest reviews about that chapter, but I read them, and took note. I said I don't do things without reason, and there was defiantly a reason for that event! Nice little twist… two actually, in this chapter; I think it will get more interesting once everything is explained. Don't stop reviewing, they really help me. It's 3AM but I will get this finished!! Okay here we go…

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10:43 AM

March 11th- 2012

Virginia state cemetery

It was a cold, cloudy day; stereotypical weather for a funeral. Overcast and depressing made it a perfect match for the emotions that plagued Scully's heart. She stood in the cemetery, wearing black pants, a deep purple button down shirt and a black jacket. Perhaps the most ironic article of clothing was the grey windbreaker she had dug up from her closet. It was one of the ones she wore when she had worked on the X Files; allowing her to better remember a time when both her parents and her sister were alive. This situation had an uncomfortable familiarity to it; but that feeling went away when she felt Mulder's hands come to rest on her shoulders.

Mulder stood behind her, offering his silent support. He was wearing his own windbreaker over top one of his business type suits. They looked like the FBI agents they once were, but had left far behind them. Many old faces had attended the service; Walter skinner, now married to his secretary Arlene; John Doggett, who still worked for the FBI in the violent crimes sector; Monica Reyes, who worked in the X files division, taking up old cases; father macque, even the lone gunmen arrived to stand in the background and pay their respects. Bill and Charlie attended with their wives and families, but stayed only briefly. Once the crowd had dissolved and disappeared, Mulder and Scully were left in silence at the grave. Mulder's arm wrapped around her; assuring her that he wasn't going anywhere. But eventually they too, had to leave.

"You okay?" Mulder asked, concerned for his fiancé's welfare. They walked hand in hand up the rolling hill to where their car was parked. She sighed heavily and nodded, "yes, I think… I think I will be. I know people often regret not having the chance to say goodbye. But at least, in a way, I did." Mulder's hand squeezed hers. He knew she was referring to when she had spoken to her mother over the phone. Even though it wasn't really an 'I'll never speak to you again' goodbye, Mulder agreed that because those were the last words they had said to one another, she was right. Mulder also knew Scully well enough to know this was her way of protecting herself emotionally, and if that was how she drew comfort from the situation; he wasn't going to argue.

They arrived at the car; Mulder opened the door for her. Maggie was right, fox was a gentleman. As he went around to the driver's side door he took one last look at the cemetery. Scully wouldn't look back, she couldn't. Mulder stopped inside the car door before he sat down; he watched as two people approached the new grave. "Who the hell are they?" Mulder said to himself. He was perhaps more curious about why these people had waited for everyone to leave, before they approached the site. Years of tracking secret government organizations and trying to uncover 'the truth'; makes a man very paranoid.

"Mulder, what wrong?" Scully asked from within the car. She hadn't noticed the two people how standing by her mother grave. "I'll be back in a minute Scully" said Mulder as he shut the car door and began trotting down the hill. She forced herself to look back and see what had suddenly caught Mulder's attention, she looked out of her window; she saw the two people at the base of the hill, a young woman with long auburn hair and a black suit held he hand of a younger, dark haired, boy, he was wearing a grey suit with a red tie that flapped in the strong wind, as he placed some flowers by the tombstone. They hadn't heard Mulder approaching. Scully opened her car door and stood next to the car, watching and wondering.

Mulder walked up behind the visitors, he didn't recognize either of them from behind; the older of the two was a fairly short girl, she looked only 17 or 18. Next to her was a younger boy of only 10 or 11, though he was quite tall looking. Neither acknowledged Mulder's arrival, mostly because of the wind, which rustled the surrounding trees, drowning out any quiet noises. Mulder stood only a meter behind them. They still didn't notice him.

"Hey!" Mulder said loudly; startling them both. They turned towards him; the young boy raised his hand out in front of him and the girl, palm pointing at Mulder's chest. Mulder felt his lunged tightening in his chest; he would have collapsed from the deafening and excruciating pain, if not for the fact that something was physically keeping him from doing so. A force now supported his body, keeping him mostly stationary.

Mulder's opened his now watering eyes, he looked at the boy who was apparently doing this to him, but what he saw shocked him more than the possibility of dying; he saw his own eyes reflecting right back. The boy looked back at him; his face changed sharing mulder's fear.

The young women saw his eyes too. She grabbed the young boys hand; "William, No!"; Mulder fell to the wet grass, breathing cool air into his now very relieved, but still aching lungs. He lay panting on the ground, willing himself not to fall into unconsciousness; not after what he had just seen and heard. Was this really happening? Did this actually just happen? Better question: what just happened? He was still too much in shock to open his eyes, or speak for that matter.

Scully, who had witnessed the event, but not heard what was said, had run down the hill and slid on the slippery grass to help Mulder. She cradled his weak body in hers arms; not looking at the two figures before her. The young boy looked up to his accomplice; tears pouring down his pale face "are they… is that…" he didn't finish his sentence, words were too difficult right now. The young girl looked back at him; she nodded at the boy, "yes Will. That is fox William Mulder, and Dana Katherine Scully…" the boys widened and he gasped slightly, "your parents. "

Dana looked up at the two before her, not believing what she just heard.