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Please Leave a Message
As Mulder stared up at the sky from the mountaintop, his soul cried, yet he could not give in. Even as he stifled a sob, he was calculating. The direction in which the ship had taken off, the ramblings of Duane Barry, Scully's frantic call for help on his answering machine. If only he'd been home.
I could have helped her. I should have helped her. If only she could give me a sign, a message, anything that would help me find her…
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The sight of his cold, gray body lying on the ground before her was unbearable. She willed him to breathe, to smile, to sit up and say it was all a joke. Yet he lay there, unmoving. Seeming, in death, to have discovered peace. Peace from his quest, and all the terrors that had stalked him. She knew he was with his sister now. For, surely the children of starlight that permeated the sky would know who it was that had joined them. A man filled with such honor, such passion, such a thirst for knowledge that it seemed he would never be sated.
Scully found that she couldn't breathe, but was screaming inside.
It's not fair! They promised they would find him – they told me that he would be alright. Why did you leave, Mulder? Why didn't you tell me you were sick? I could have helped you. I would have found a way. Why didn't you show me some sign? Why didn't you give me a message…
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Scully awoke with the vain hope that it had all been a dream. But as she sat up in bed, her heart broke again as she remembered the compound, the forest, the ship, and the body.
No! It can't be true!
Her life would be hollow without him. She thought of his deserted desk – his apartment. She couldn't bear the thought that it would have to be cleared out, and his possessions packed away. An empty apartment to match her empty heart.
She couldn't let it happen. She frantically searched for her phone, knowing that if she would only believe, he would be there. He would be alive, breathing, impatient that she'd woken him at so late an hour. For the first time she truly understood Mulder's desperate search for Samantha – his fervent hope that he would find her if his belief was strong enough. Dialing his number from memory, Scully's heart stopped as the phone was picked up after two rings.
And, as she held her breath, she heard the words. The only words she had left from him, and they started a fresh rain of tears on her cheek.
"Hello, this is Fox Mulder. Please leave a message."
It seemed that not even her faith could turn back death. Scully clutched her chest as she sank to her knees.
"I love you," she whispered as last.
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