Title: Je Suis de Retour Mon Amour Author: Abigail Leigh E-Mail: littlemiss_spookymulder@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Category: MSR Classification: Vignette 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. Summary: Scully mourns while Mulder watches. xxxxxxxxxxx 6:04 am I stand at the door to her apartment, knocking softly. I know it's early, but that's okay. She'll understand. Especially after what I've been through. And yet she doesn't answer. The paper boy walks by on his route and hits her door with a paper, nearly taking off my knee in the process. "Hey, buddy, watch it," I growl at him. But he just ignores me and continues his journey down the hall. Some people can be so rude. The door clicks open slowly, and she's standing there. "Hey, Scully," I whisper, but she just looks down at the paper, and bends to pick it up. In her hand she clutches a kleenex, and a piece of paper. Then she stands up. Her eyes are dark red, and her face is streaked with tears. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "Scully, what's wrong?" She just turns around and walks inside. I slip in before she can close the door again. Her apartment is dark. I go to turn on the lamp, but it doesn't work. How weird. She goes into her bedroom and lays down. I follow suit and soon I am lying next to her, whispering to her. "Scully?" She doesn't answer. "Scully?" She rolls over slowly to face me. She's asleep, her eyes finally closed. Good, maybe she'll get some rest. I close my eyes and fall into my own sleep, and soon the visions evade me... ~~~"Scully!!!" I scream as the blade enters my chest, blood taking flight and spraying over everything near me. The pain is unbearable, cutting into me more than just the blade. Amidst the whirling colors in front of my eyes, I can see her face. And then it fades, slowly. Just as everything else begins to fade. My eyes close slowly...~~~ I jolt awake at the knock on the door. 11 am, the clock says. What was that all about? I hate having dreams like that, where I die. It makes me scared as to what's going to happen to me someday. She wakes too. The knocking continues as she walks toward the noise. I follow after her. She opens the door to see a man. I don't know who it is, but he walks in and pulls her into his arms. "Scully, I just heard...I'm so sorry..." He murmurs against her hair. "I know, Agent Doggett..." she whispers before pulling away. He touches her face gently and then leaves. Who is that guy? Agent Doggett? I can't believe she just did that right in front of my face. And what was he sorry for? And, more importantly, why was she hugging him? She hasn't spoken a frickin' word to me, noooo. But she just goes and *falls* into his arms like that. "Who was that?" I ask her, but she just turns back to the bedroom and pads across the floor. She's ignoring me. Maybe it's 'cause of how I said it, like the jealous lover I am. Ah, well, she knows I get mad about stuff like that. But still, I mean, come on! Then she crawls into bed and I crawl with her. She sighs softly and touches her stomach. "Mulder," she whispers, for the first time acknowledging my presence beside her. "I hope you can see this. Our miracle, Mulder. I just wish you could share it with me." Her voice breaks quietly, then stops. Scully? Are you pregnant Scully? Is that why you're sad? Our miracle? "Goodnight, Scully," I whisper, but she is already asleep. Her hand falls open, and for the first time, I can see what is on the paper she'd been clutching so tightly all this time. "Dana- I'm so sorry and regretful that I must inform you like this, but Mulder was found. He'd been gone for at least a few days, and there was no helping him. I didn't ask you to come to the scene because of the state of his body. I don't want you to remember him like that. I'm very sorry for your loss, and for the loss your child will have to face. I wish that we had never gone into the woods, Dana, that I could have somehow stopped his abduction. If you don't wish to return to work, I will understand. If there's anything Agent Doggett or I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask. -Skinner" Oh, my god. I'm *dead*? The vision? Was that what happened to me? I was abducted. That's why she's sad? Ah, yes, I remember now...I was on the ship. They watched me struggle against the blade, watched as it cut into me... ~~~"Scully!!!" I scream. They watch, expressionless. But in my head they laugh at me, scorn my pain as I lay dying before them. There is a jolt in my chest, and soon the pain ceases. In the swirl of colors I see her face, then everything becomes black...~~~ Oh, my god. Oh god, I can't believe this...after everything, she's alone, carrying her child. My child. Our child. And I was never able to say it. Never able to say I love you, not in pain, not in sadness, not in friendship, not even in the ecstasy we shared in on special occasions. Not in the love I feel for her. Only now, can I say it and hope that she hears me. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." I whisper, tears filling my lifeless eyes. "I love you too, Mulder," she murmurs softly and stirs, her hands reaching to clutch her stomach. And then she cries. I sigh relief. Coincidence? Maybe she did hear it. "I will always love you, Baby. Tell our child that someday. I love both of you so much. I miss you, I will always be here to take care of you. And maybe someday we'll be together again, whether it be in life or death..." I slide my arms around her and pull myself closer to her, trying somehow to comfort her tears. I scratch her back lightly and kiss her shoulders. "Je suis de retour, mon amour," I whisper softly. And then I cry. THE END.