Path to a Miracle
Sara B. 02/06
Dana Scully stood
at the kitchen sink rinsing the last plate. The last of the mourners left nearly
twenty minutes earlier and she was finally alone. The last several days had been
filled with so much activity. Planning Mulder’s funeral and his wake had kept her busy and she’d been able to
survive on autopilot. That was the past.
Tomorrow she needed
to contact Mulder’s attorney and start settling his affairs. Tomorrow she
would have to decide what to do with his things. What to keep, what to store,
what to donate, what to distribute to his friends and what to throw out. She
would immerse herself in his possessions and be able to forget. That was the
Tonight she would
mourn. She would learn to accept that she would never see him or hear him this
side of the gossamer curtain separating life and death. She would accept that
their child would face a life without a father for there would be no one else in her life to take his place. She would rant and rave at the injustice. She would lay blame
on the nameless men, on the FBI, on Skinner, on aliens, on Mulder and on herself. She
would cry at her loss and laugh at her memories. She’d remember both good
and bad; lamenting both. She would pull out her photo album and regret that there
are so few of them but be thankful there are any. Tonight she would accept. This is the present.
Dana Scully put
the key in the lock and turned it. The brass mismatched 42 needed polishing and
she made a mental note. She opened the door and was embraced by the emptiness.
ago cleaned out the kitchen but she found herself checking the fridge. Two empty
ice trays were all that greeted her. She opened a cabinet drawer and chuckled,
take out menus from every delivery place within fifteen miles.
She moved to the
dining room then to the living room. The memories overcame her; so much of what
was them lingered in this room. She moved on.
She entered the
bedroom and sat on the bed. She held a pillow to her face and nearly screamed
when she realized his scent was missing from the clean crisp fabric. She regretted
that she’d cleaned his apartment the week after he’d gone missing. At
the time it was all she could think of to be close to him; now she wished she’d just left his clutter.
She looked around
the room and the tears she had been able to hold in began to flow.
from Mulder’s attorney’s office directly to his apartment. Except
for a legacy to the three Gunmen, Mulder had left her everything. That, in itself,
was not a great surprise but that the will was written a week after her cancer went into remission was. What else shocked her was the amount of Mulder’s holdings.
She supposed that somewhere in her mind she knew he’d come from a privileged background but it never meant anything
to him so it meant nothing to her. She placed a hand on the small bump at her
middle. Their child would never want for anything; anything but his father.
She stood and took
another look around. She would not be packing Mulder’s things. She could afford to keep this place and if the owner insisted she’d buy the damned building.
She got to the door
then turned around and walked to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet
and took out his cologne and placed it in her pocket. Smiling, she left.
Dana Scully stared
at her bedroom ceiling, sleep eluding her. Another night of shadows and tears. One thought had plagued her since Mulder’s death. She always thought that if either of them died the other would always feel them, know that they were always
together. She didn’t feel Mulder.
She rolled over
to rise to get some water when the phone rang. She looked at the clock and saw
that it was after two. In the past, late night calls were never a cause for concern
because they were always Mulder. A cold chill held her heart as she answered. The caller told her to go to Bethesda Hospital.
She held her bulging
stomach as she ran from her car. The child within was in constant motion. It was as if their child knew something miraculous was about to happen.
She burst through
the double doors to see Skinner and Doggett. Through the hospital room door window
she saw him; Mulder.
Doggett tried to
dissuade her from going in but she would not be stopped. Even one more second
with him was worth going through all the pain again. One more moment, how she’d
dreamed of just one more moment.
She saw Doggett
at the door as he retreated and smiled. Her head rested on Mulder’s chest
and his hand was in her hair. She listened to the slow beat of his heart and
the even rhythm of his breathing. She couldn’t explain it and she didn’t
care. All that mattered was she was given her ‘one more moment’ and
She rose up and
placed her hand on his cheek. Mulder’s eyes opened and he smiled at her. “I love you, Mulder.” She
stood up further so he could see her newly acquired girth and his eyes grew wide. “We