Title: Hope
Author: Abigail
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He tells me he will always love me. And in that hope I know I
can find my way...
Class: MSR, Post-Truth, Angst, Scully POV, See Title-yes, there is
hope in it. It's hella hope all around!

Timeframe: Sometime during the night when the camera blacked out in
the finale.

Spoilers: Anything and everything, folks. Although, I really don't
think there are spoilers, besides "The Truth."

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully aren't mine. They're Chris Carter's and
1013's. Although I feel the CC didn't do the best job with the finale,
all are entitled to their own opinion, and that is only my own. Which
is exactly why I am writing this.

Archive: Anywhere! But you gotta tell me first!

Acknowledgments: This goes out to all my buds on the board,
especially: Kate, Anna, Trekkie, and Cori. Couldn't do this without
all you guys and your splendiferous feedback and encouragement!

Author's Notes: Look, no one dies! *gasp*

Feedback: More precious than a glimmer of hope. Please to:
Littlemiss_spookymulder@hotmail.com 

On into the fic...

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Hope dies last.

I try to sleep in the cheap New Mexican motel room, as I have tried
for the last few hours. His breathing beside me is even and calm, and
I know he is asleep next to me. The thought of his words earlier,
maybe there is hope, brings to me an image of something else I have
heard.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are dead to the world as we know it. I may
no longer call him Mulder, whisper or shout his name, not even in the
recesses of the night where only he can hear me. Because we never know
who is watching, listening.

Who we were is dead. But yet, our hope remains.

Tomorrow Mulder and I shall flee to Mexico, where we shall leave who
we are behind and gain new names. Trevor and Hannah Brown. Simple
names for a simple life, one where we may finally find a sense of
peace. At least for a time.

I am afraid. Afraid that they know, that they will return to us. But
maybe there is hope, as he said to me in the middle of the night.
There is a hope for a new life, a hope that we will somehow gain a
safe place from the fate bestowed upon the world.

And maybe someday we will return, if not before the invasion, after it
in a hazy glow of ashes in the rain. After all is lost. But maybe all
will not be lost.

For as long as we can we will have each other. He will continue to lie
next to me, to whisper the often unspoken words of love into my ears.

I will continue to pour out my heart to him, to cry for our son, lost
to us, for the three we could trust, who keep our secret even now. For
those we have lost in our journey, his family and mine.

He will caress me, both with a gentle kiss and touch as we are brought
closer together every time. He tells me he will always love me. And in
that hope I know I can find my way, seeing through the rain of ashes,
following a soft light.

I see the future, even now I know and see it. Everything shall be
destroyed, and then rebuilt as parents cry for lost children, widows
for dead husbands.

But in the end I see that we shall remain, a glimmer of hope in the
dark world. A beacon.

For hope does indeed die last. Only then can the soul be vanquished.
For as long as we have hope, our essence shall remain...

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El Fin

END NOTES: Just wanted to give you a glimmer of hope in the dark
world. Hope you found it glimmerful.

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~Abigail~