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'THE
DARKEST DAY'
By:
Erin M. Blair
The
visions kept Scully awake all night. The visions of seeing Mulder
on the spacecraft, laying on the alien table, looking as though
he were dead. A long, mournful moan tore from her throat:
"Mulder!" That piercing scream made her voice rough
because it hurt her throat.
She wished she could stop those horrible visions. The visions she
had been having lately kept roaring through her mind all night
long. She got up because she couldn't sleep. She wanted so much
for him to come back to her and their unborn child.
It was nightfall.
It had only been eight months earlier that she was with him,
standing beside him and looking up at the nighttime sky. She
remembered him telling her that there are old souls looking for
new homes.
How innocent those times were. How she wished she was close to
him -- still. She had sworn to Monica Reyes that she'd seen
him...as a ghostly figure. He was ghost like, similar to what
Amber Lynn LaPierre's parents had seen in their bedroom on that
night long ago.
And how Mulder described his visit among the ghost children when
he saw his sister one last time. Like Mulder, she wanted her
closure and wanted all the chasing around for shreds of the truth
to end. She wanted him back even though she feared the worst.
She missed him so much. Her heart plummeted to the depths of
heartwrenching pain when she came into Skinner's office day after
day, only to be told that there were no leads. No clues to come
by.
It was hard for her to keep going every single day and she didn't
want to face the possibility of Mulder not coming back.
But those visions...
It made her fear the worst for him.
She prayed to God every single night to beg of Him not to shatter
her dreams of finding him alive. She feared that there wouldn't
be anymore miracles for them. She was gently touching her stomach
as she feared the truth.
The truth that sent shivers up her spine.
She wanted Mulder.
She needed Mulder.
She walked outside to look at the sky. She wanted to think of the
things she had seen. Those visions had made her rethink her
dreams. Now she didn't know how to go on without him. She wanted
their child to grow up with the both of them. She looked up at
the midnight sky filled with the stars that Mulder told her that
were old souls. "I need another miracle, God. Please bring
Mulder home to me."
And she prayed some more to the midnight sky.
-- the
end --
Author's Notes: This story has got to be the saddest
story of mine yet. I recently watched "This is Not
Happening" a few months ago. I wanted to capture the sad
imagery that Scully must have felt when she saw those visions of
Mulder dead. However, like always, there's always hope around the
corner. I guess that's what I've been feeling for awhile.
I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. I would like to hear what
you thought. I would like to thank my readers for your feedback
-- it's always treasured. You're one of the reasons why I still
keep writing. That -- and the simple fact -- that I truly love
writing.
Most of all, I would like to thank my beta reading/ writing
mentor, Jen, for her honest feedback, proofreading, and letting
me know what she thinks of the story. Her guidance has truly
helped me over the years and I strongly thank her.
DISCLAIMER:
Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter.
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