Title:  The Ashlie Diary 
A Companion to the Sophie Diary 
Author: Abigail 
E-MAIL: littlemiss_spookymulder@hotmail.com 
Rating: PG 
Category: MSR 
Keywords: Character Deaths, Other POV, Angst 
DISCLAIMER:  All characters from the X-Files belong the Chris 
Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting.

Summary: There is an angel for everyone.

Xxxxxxx

A woman, in her 30s maybe, sits by herself in an old broken-down 
diner. Any person walking by wonders why someone like her is 
sitting in a place like this, a place where the world is dark and the 
air is cold and smells of old cigarette smoke and poverty. But the 
one thing that passersby cannot see is the lone, white figure of a 
child watching over the woman.

My name is Ashlie. In 1964, when I was only twelve years old, I 
met my fateful end in a house fire. When I reached the heights of 
the afterlife, the father above told me of a baby, born at the exact 
moment that I died. I was given a duty. And now I am here, to all 
that walk the world a nameless, faceless, invisible being. I know 
full well my responsibility to this woman, Dana Scully. Just as I 
am God's favorite child, she is mine own. I have watched over her 
and protected her for her entire life. I am her guardian, her angel.

I sit and watch as big tears fill her eyes and stream down her face. I 
reach out, and with my colorless, burn-scarred hands I attempt to 
comfort her. But, not to my surprise, it is like my ghostly hands 
have rested on empty, stale air. I want with all my might to be able 
to help her, but she doesn't even know I am sitting across from her. 
I know how alone she feels, the sadness that envelops her. I 
understand her pain and sorrow. I am always with her, just as I was 
earlier today. I close white eyelids over pale, piercing blue eyes, 
and I remember...

Earlier that Morning...

I follow closely behind Scully as she enters her boss's office. Just 
as she is about to close the door, I slip in. I can tell by the look on 
the man's face that what he has to tell her is not good. I silently 
look to the young boy standing next to him, unnoticed. He shakes 
his head, tears in brown eyes that stand out in his pale white face. I 
can feel it in the depths of my soul that something is wrong, but I 
can't pinpoint what.

Scully looks to the man. "Is it...Mulder?" she whispers.

All he has to do is shake his head, and I know, as does Scully. Her 
face crumples, and tears fill her blue eyes. She cries out softly, in a 
way that makes my heart break for her yet again. I can feel her 
sadness, almost as though it is my own. As she is lead away by her 
partner, John, I cry softly as I walk away with them...

And now I sit with her in this old broken-down diner as her heart 
breaks more and more with each passing moment. I know how 
much she loves him, and how much she has missed him. I have 
seen everything that has ever happened in their lives. I saw when 
they met, the cancer, the abductions, the resurrection of the man, 
Mulder. I saw the pregnancy, and the new life created by the two 
people. I have also seen what I wish that I had not seen. The 
horrible things that she witnesses, I also see. I watch as she takes a 
letter out of the pocket of her coat. It is from Mulder.

Scully,

I am leaving tomorrow to come back to you. I can't wait to see you 
and hold you again.  I am taking precaution to make sure that no 
one knows I am coming home. I will see you in a few days.

Mulder

He must have died on his way home, I think to myself. I almost 
envy his guardian, a little girl named Sophie, a child who departed 
from her life at 7 years old. I am almost sure that she has been 
reborn already, and is living yet again. But for one so young, to 
feel his pain and his joy would be overwhelming. I feel lucky that I 
am older and I can better understand.

I am taken out of my reverie when Scully stands and leaves. I 
quietly follow her, and although I know it's not possible, I hope 
that she cannot see me. I sit with her in the car as she drives 
slowly, not watching the road, really. In my head, I tell the others, 
God's other guardians, to make sure that their children do not hurt 
mine. When she reaches her home, I climb out of the car and 
follow her into the apartment. In the back of my mind, I wonder 
why she has not picked up her son from her mother's.

Scully goes to her drawer and takes an object out. I can't see it. She 
walks out into her living room. It is then that I can notice the 
object. It is her gun.

She sits down on the floor and cradles the gun in her hand. 
Suddenly, I know what she is going to do.

As she puts the gun to her head, I cry out to my father above. I ask 
him why he is allowing this.

In my mind, I can hear him speaking to me. "My child," he says, 
"This is for the better. Be patient, for soon you shall know life 
again."

I want to live again. I really do, but I do not want to see this. I turn 
my face away, but I feel like a deserter, so I turn back and watch as 
tears stream down her face.

"Mulder...why?" she cries. "I love you...I need you...This is not 
happening... this is not happening."

Just before she pulls the trigger, she whispers, "I will see you 
soon."

I scream when she falls to the floor, lifeless. Tears pool in my blue 
eyes and stream down my face. As they drip off my chin, I look 
down and notice that for the first time since 1964, all the tears I 
have cried for her are making a wet spot on the floor. I watch as 
the burns on my small, white, body leave me, and as my tattered, 
burned nightgown is made anew. It is then that I know that I will 
live again soon.

I feel a presence behind me, and a cold hand on my shoulder. I 
turn, afraid. It is Mulder.

Tears stand in his hazel eyes, but they do not spill down his 
beautiful face. In his chest burns a bullet hole, but no blood drips 
from it. He points to Scully, and I look back to see her soul 
standing before me. A smile lights her lovely face, and I know that 
she is truly happy. Blood no longer flows from the open hole in her 
temple, but I can still see the scars, just as I could see my own. She 
hugs me, and for the first time I can touch her and she knows that I 
am there.

"Thanks," she says as she pulls away. "I always knew you were 
here for me."

I smile widely, the tears disappearing. I watch as Mulder takes 
Scully in his arms and passionately kisses her. He takes her white 
hand in his. They walk away together, and then they are gone, only 
shadows in this dark world.

I have never been this alone, but it is a good feeling. As I feel a 
new sensation, the father tells me that I am going to the ancient 
starlight to await rebirth, where I will receive an angel of my very 
own.

I take one last look at the body of Dana Scully, red blood pooled 
around her, streaking her light auburn hair.

But I am no longer sad, for now I know they will be together 
forever.

I look upward. "Thank you father," I whisper.

As I leave this world and go to a new place, I can't help but hope 
that they will be appointed to watch over me...

THE END