From: Mystic Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: And Whispered I Love You [1/1] Date: Wed, 24 Apr 96 18:40:54 -0500 I hope this comes out ok, cause I'm never sure of my sentimental stuff, which is why I don't try to do it *too* much. I hope ya'll like it. Repeat after me: The X-Files and it's characters are the property of 1013 Productions and FOX. ********** And Whispered I Love You by Mystic ********** January 14, 1998 Dana Scully glanced over the shoulder of her navy blue jacket as she entered the cemetery. It was the first time in years that a mysterious car wasn't behind her. Maybe it was because they respected what she was going to do, maybe it was because they knew that their job was done. Either way it gave her a long awaited feeling of privacy. She knelt down beside the four week old grave and placed the single white rose she'd been carrying on the dirt and grass in front of the grey tomb. She cried silently for half an hour in front of his grave before she could compose herself. "Fox..." She trailed, knowing how he hated to be called that, knowing that he had only let her because he loved her. "I'm sorry I haven't come since the funeral. I've had a lot to do. I've had to move our stuff into the new house by myself." She then added, "I wouldn't let anyone help me." She paused. "You would have loved it, it's better than you thought it would be. Hell, it's better than I thought it would ever be." She looked around, suddenly feeling awkward that she was speaking to a mound of freshly watered dirt and grass. She never dreamed it would end up this way. "It's been hard, Fox." She sighed. "Mom has tried to talk to me and my brothers have actually come to visit me and they tried to tell me to move on, to get on with life. Even your mother has come to tell me that." She paused. "I told them I would, but I know I can't. I can't live without you. I can't wake up in the morning and know that you're not going to be there, with your silly tie, and that sly grin. I can't go to work and look at your office and not see you sitting in that old chair telling me off-the-wall theories about how an alien ate your report and a mutant stole all your decent ties. I can't go home knowing you won't be there." "Skinner keeps coming in to tell me that if I needed any time that I would be more than welcome to take it. He doesn't understand, none of them do." It was a few minutes before she spoke again, in a harsh tone, "God, how could you do this to us? It'd only been a month, a month after we got married. It took us so long to get to that point, God, why did you take that away? Why did you take him away from me like that? Why did you send Colton with that case? Why did you allow Skinner to approve it? Why did you allow Mulder to take it? Why did you let him die?" "I don't understand, I don't understand why it had to be this hard for us. What did we do? I know we weren't the perfect people, and we didn't do all the things we should have done, and we did some things we probably shouldn't have. But to deserve this? It's not fair." She sobbed loudly now. She gained glances from the few others who were visiting deceased loved ones. She blew her nose into her handkerchief. "It's not God's fault, he would never do this on purpose." She assured herself. "Fox, why did you take that case. We were supposed to get packing into out brand new home that weekend. But you had to take the case. I wish, just that one time, you would have ignored the freaks, and the UFOs and the mutants. But then you wouldn't be 'Spooky' Mulder." She smiled. "You know I actually got sympathy letters from people that said things like, 'If I had known this were going to happen, I wouldn't have made so much fun of him,' 'I would have listened to his theories,' 'I would have invited him to lunch.' But no one knows, do they." "Life is a joke. Situations are the comedian, people are the audience and death is the punchline. We live in a cruel, cruel world, Fox." She took a deep breathe and stood up, suddenly feeling nauseous. She blew a kiss at the grave, whispered, 'I love you' and walked back to her car and drove home. ********** January 28, 1998 Scully sat on a blanket in front of the tomb and brushed off the drops of dew that had formed overnight. She placed a single white rose on the grave and stayed silent for a while. "It, it's been a few weeks. I was working hard and Skinner ordered that I stay home, he thinks it's unhealthy not to grieve so I guess the front I put up was better than I thought it was. My mother came over and she stayed with me in our house for a week, I think she was just trying to help me adjust to the house. She helped me paint all the rooms and re-move everything where she thought it would look better. I let her." She smiled. "She hasn't been able to get over this either, no matter what she tells me, she's having difficulty with this too. We spent the better part of the week talking, trying not to cry, she was trying to be brave for me and I for her. She misses you. I miss you." She looked up at the sky. It had cleared up. That morning she woke up to a gloomy sky that threatened to pour rain and lightning over her already dark life. She cried. This was exactly the kind of day that Fox Mulder would like, it made his X-Files more interesting. It made them more creepy. She sometimes wondered if Mulder had deliberately picked days like these to investigate cases. "I've looked into a few X-Files, Mulder. How did you put up with these things? They're almost impossible to figure out without your mind there to help me. Skinner wants to assign me a new partner, but I keep remembering Krycek, I don't think I could trust another partner the way I trusted you." She held back the tears that were brimming in her eyes. Her stomach did a flip and she swallowed to hold down the vomit. This had been the worse two months of her life. "Everyone is still adamant that I move on. They think it's the best thing for me right now. They think that I should consider dating again, I didn't even date before." She smiled and stood. She blew a kiss at the grave, picked up the blanket and whispered, 'I love you'. ********** February 20, 1998 Scully had been sitting at the grave for three hours not speaking, just staring at the paper she held in her hand. Occasionally dropping it to read the two X-Files she had brought along. She had hoped that Mulder's presence would help her mind conjure up his odd theories, it had helped with one. She removed her glasses and stared at his name on the tomb. "Fox, I know I haven't spoken, I'm nervous. They told me to avoid stress and they told me to stop coming here because it depresses me, but I wanted to see you. It's been almost a month." She paused. "You're probably wondering who 'they' are. They're the hospital. The last time I came I collapsed next to my car trying to leave and a grounds keeper took me to the hospital. Fox, I'm pregnant. I collapsed because of stress they say. They kept me in the hospital for a week, they said I'd almost lost the baby. My mother is staying with me at the house now, she's worried about me, and the..." She looked at herself. It had been hard to accept it when they told her at the hospital, hard to accept because it was Fox's. It was his child that she was carrying and he would never be able to see it. She looked back at the grave. "I brought the first sonogram. I don't know if you can see it where you are, but I brought it for you. They don't know the sex yet, they say they won't be able to know for a while, but it's healthy. I'm healthy, a little depressed which is why they have me on some pill, the name escapes me at the moment. It's supposed to relax me. They said it was healthy for the baby. And because I knew you would have, I ran a test on it, it's not poisonous or anything." She picked up one of the two files and flipped through it. "I can't seem to come up with anything for this. It could be psychokenesis, a pyromaniac, or even spontaneous combustion. But the labs tell me that the heat was too intense to be the most plausible, but you know I can't accept the other two." She paused, not able to hold back the tears, "I need you." She stood, wavering a bit, catching the eye of the grounds keeper who had taken her to the hospital. She waved at him, 'I'm ok.' Dana looked at the grave, blew a kiss and whispered, 'I love you.' ********** July 21, 1998 She stood in front of the grave with her mother. She needed her support, physically and emotionally. The baby was bigger than her and she could barely stand. Her mother held her arm as she bent over slightly to put the single white rose on his grave. Her mother put another rose next to it. Her mother spread the baby blue blanket on the ground in front of the grave and helped her daughter sit on it. "You'll be ok, Dana?" She held her daughters hand for a moment, until she looked up at her. "I'll be ok." She paused and waited for her mother to leave. She watched her mother go to another section of the cemetery, she would join her later. She waited half an hour before she opened her mouth to speak. She looked at the tomb and smiled putting a hand on her belly. "He's going to be a big boy, Fox. I found out last week, it's a boy. We're going to have a boy. A big boy." She was being repetitive and she knew it. "I'm scared, Fox. I don't know if I can do this alone, without you." "Mom was here, she'll probably be back soon because she's worried about me. Last week I had some contractions, it was nothing, but she's still worried, she's my mother. She's visiting Dad, and Missy right now." She looked over to where her mother was sitting in front of Melissa's grave and her eyes brimmed with tears. "Too much death, Fox. There have been too many deaths in my family, we seem to be dropping off like pins. My brother Bill called me yesterday, a flower pot barely missed his head as he was walking by a building. Apparently some woman was having a fight with her husband and she threw it out the window, from the sixth floor." The baby kicked her in the rib and she jolted. "Damn." She clenched her teeth as he did it again. She smiled trying not to get her mothers attention. "He's going to knock me right off my feet one of these days. I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep track of him when he's born and bigger and starts running around that house." A hand touched her shoulder and she turned quickly expecting to see her mother. It was Skinner. "May I join you?" He asked, motioning to the blanket. She nodded and moved over a bit. "Do you come here often?" He asked her. He knew it was a dumb question as soon as it came out of his mouth. "Yes, not as much as I'd like, but yes. And you, sir?" "Once a month or so." He paused. "I feel somewhat responsible for his death. For leaving you alone like this." She looked up at him and was shocked to see tears in the AD's eyes. "Sir, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault, it just happened." "But I approved the case to him." "Because you knew he was a good agent and he could help Colton solve it. You didn't know that the guy wasn't a mutant, like Mulder thought, you didn't know that he would have a gun. You didn't know, you couldn't have known. Don't blame yourself. Trust me, I blamed myself at first, it's not going to get you anywhere." He stayed silent for a moment. "How are things agent Scully?" "Things are ok. It's going to be a boy. My mother's staying with me, she's helping me with everything." "People have been asking about you at work. Not gone a month yet and they're all asking about you." "Maybe they thought I quit." "Some of them did, I explained to them it was maternity leave, they backed off. Some thought you, or the baby were hurt." "It's funny how none of them, *none* of them, gave a damn until it was too late." "You can't blame them." "No, I can't. I can't blame anyone, except the guy who pulled the trigger, who's dead now." "Dead, Agent Scully? When did you hear about that?" "I saw it in the paper two weeks ago. He hanged himself in his jail cell, but you probably read about that." She felt another hand on her shoulder and looked up to see her mother. Her mother and Skinner helped her up. Skinner hugged Scully goodbye and left. They stood in front of the grave and Margaret asked, "You want to go home?" "Yeah, I'm tired, mom." She turned back to the grave and stared at it for a moment. Then she blew a kiss and whispered, 'I love you.' ********** October 13, 2004 Scully stood in front of the grave with her son. He held her hand and looked at the tomb. His hair was brown, a little longer that she would have liked it to be, but she knew as soon as it covered his eyes completely he would ask her to cut it. Those eyes, squinty and hazel, like Fox's. He got her nose, she was relieved about that. He got Fox's pout, which made it hard for her to disagree with him, he made the same puppy dog face Fox did. James William Mulder knew it was his father and he knew his father well, his mother was sure of that. He placed the bouquet of white roses, that were almost as big as him, on the clean space in front of the grave. He began to wipe his hands on his little blue jeans but stopped and clapped them together to clean them. He knew his mother would scold him if he dirtied his pants. He read aloud the inscription on the tomb, with help from his mother, "Here lies Fox Mulder. Beloved husband, father and son." It was a simple inscription. It had been changed when Jamie was born. Jamie looked up at his mother. She looked happy, peaceful. She tucked a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear and unbuttoned the buttons on her dark red jacket. It was a hot autumn day. Jamie looked for his grandmother. He knew she was there, he saw her and then looked back up at his mother. "Mommy, can I go with grandma?" He asked giving her his puppy dog look. She looked at his small face and almost cried. He looked so much like Fox. "Yes, Jamie. But you have to be quiet, don't bother her." "Yeah, I know." He whispered a 'Happy Birthday Daddy' and ran to his grandmother. Dana sat on her knees on the floor and picked at the grass. It had been four weeks since the last time they had gone to the cemetery. She didn't want her son to be too used to death. "He's getting so big Fox. I've had to buy him three new pair of pants in the last six weeks. He'd better not grow to be as tall as you were." Then she thought to herself, 'He'd better not be as short as me.' "He's doing well in school, his teacher says he's the smartest in his class. He probably has your photographic memory, he definitely has your sense of humor." "And your imagination. The other day I told him about one of our cases and he solved it before I told him who did it. Skinner told me that Jamie could be my partner." She heard laughter and looked over to see Skinner coming to her with Jamie over his shoulder. "Is this yours ma'am?" Skinner asked tickling Jamie in the stomach. "Walter! He just ate, he's gonna vomit on you." She laughed and he put Jamie down. "Mom, Uncle Walter wants to know if we can go to his house for dinner." Jamie said, quickly. Scully threw a mischievous glance at the man and he smiled, "So will you come, Dana? You, Jamie, and your mother." "Walter..." "I'll make Lasagna." He added. "Fine. We'll go, but no more wrestle mania with Jamie, ok?" "Yeah, yeah, fine." He picked Jamie up again and sat him on his shoulders. "We'll go get you're mother." They left and Scully turned back to Mulder. She almost cried. "I wish you were here. Everything is going so great now. Nothing to worry about, no one is trying to kill me, or Jamie. I think Walter likes my mother." She smiled. Scully saw her mother and Skinner, with Jamie walking towards her. She threw a kiss at Fox's grave and whispered, 'I love you.' ********** November 21, 2028 A man stood in front of the graves. One tomb, two graves, love finally reunited. He placed two white roses in front of the tomb and looked at it for a long time. In his grey suit and bright red tie, he didn't look out of the ordinary there. He ran a hand through his hair and remembered all the times that his mother had let him do whatever he wanted with it, even grow it down to his shoulder when he was a teen, as long as he was good. She was the greatest mother a boy could ask for. He had been lucky in that respect. But from what she had told him of his father, he was missing out on the greatest father a boy could ask for. But he had had his uncle, who wasn't actually his uncle at all, but was his grandfather. He looked at the tomb with it's inscription. It was normal, the father, the mother, beloved husband and wife, seekers of truth and love. He had found an old wedding picture and had it put into the tomb over their names. He knew his mother wasn't that young when she died of a heart attack in her sleep last month, but he didn't care. It was when she was with her husband. It was the happiest day of their lives and he wanted people who passed by the grave to know that. "Dad. I came to let you know that I passed all the tests at Quantico and I'm a Special Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Mom already knows this, so she probably told you." He pulled out his badge and looked at it. His mother had been so proud when he got accepted to go to Quantico and she stood behind her son one hundred percent. Everything was going as planned. His grandmother had gotten married to Walter Skinner and Skinner retired as AD. Jamie's mother, Dana Scully, had been elected as his replacement. Now both his grandparents were in a retirement home in Florida. It had been their choice. Jamie volunteered to take care of them, but they declined, saying that's not what they wanted. Because his mother was AD, she placed the X-Files on hold and the last thing she did before she died was assign Jamie Mulder to them. He was having a lovely time with them. He was like his father in almost every aspect of his life, colleagues even passed on to him his fathers nickname 'Spooky'. "Mom, the new AD is a great guy. He's like Walter, he's been really kind to me. I found out that Cancer Man died last month of lung cancer, serves him right. But there's another guy who keeps walking around, suspicious looking. I'll have to keep an eye on him. They're assigning me a new partner. A woman. She seems really smart, at least from what I've hear and read. I don't know yet if she believes in the paranormal or not, but I'll soon find out. Our first day at work together is tomorrow." "I sold the house to a couple. They're newlyweds and I gave 'em a decent deal. I got an apartment. It's small and the number two keeps coming off of the door, but I'll survive. I have to go now, I promised Walter I'd call him today." He looked at the blue sky and smiled. Then he blew a kiss at the picture of his parents and whispered, like he had watched his mother do so many times, 'I love you.' ********** The end. Well, I thought I'd join the ranks of those who decided to kill Mulder or Scully, and others who like the baby cliche. Does the title work? Please tell me what you think. Mystic Nalvarez@delphi.com