Title: "Ghosts of Time"

Author: Dana Anderson

Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual content and language

Spoilers: None that I can think of

Keywords: Death, Scully ANGST

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are Chris Carter's.  I've often wished I was in
the position to say they were MINE, but I'm not, so I might as well give credit where credit 
is due. They are owned by, not only CC, but 1013 Productions and the FOX Co., who's now being sued 
by David Duchovny.I love em, but they deserve it for shutting down our sites!  OK, please don't sue me 
cuz I said that.  :)

Notes: Uumm...This story was inspired by Celine Dion's video "It's All Coming Back To Me Now".
So, if you find any of the same "ideas", they came from that source.  That song is owned by her
and whoever else wrote it.

Feedback: Go right ahead!  I like email!  :p

Archive: Sure.  Just make sure it's credited to ME with MY email address and all this legal mumbo
jumbo.  Thank you!

And now for the story...

"Without Darkness, there can be No Light."



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"Ghosts of Time"

	Mulder had been gone for a month.  Car accident.  He had severe head injuries 
and died because of them.  The police had caught the driver responsible.  Scully met
him.  She wanted to strangle him for what he had done.  She wanted him to suffer as 
Mulder had done.  She thought it was even worse because his last words were to her.
	"I'll always love you Scully.  I'll wait for you."
	Then he died.

	He had proposed to her two days before the accident.  They had planned to marry
in September.  It never happened.  The groom was dead.
	It was all his fault.
	*Bastard*
	She thought that many times throughout the last month.
	*Goddamn bastard*
	She would cry herself to sleep, thinking it.
	*Sonofabitch*
	She repeated every curseword she knew.  Until then, she never knew she KNEW so many.
	*I wanna kill him*
	Scully was very alone.

	She woke up one night.  Nightmare.  Bad nightmare.  Really bad nightmare.  About the accident.
right in front of her.  
	*The blood...there was so much blood*
	About the pain he must have felt.  The same she was feeling.
	*He didn't have to leave me*
	She violently grabbed her brush and pulled it through her hair.  The firey red-gold 
hair Mulder had loved to stroke.  To run his fingers through.  She stared in the small mirror.
Suddenly, she threw the brush at it, shattering the fragile glass.
	*Just like life*
	*Just like Mulder's life*
	She looked at her hand.  A thin stream of blood ran down her palm.
	*Damn*
	She walked to the full body mirror, watching her sad reflection.
	*He didn't have to go*
	She closed her eyes and went back...back to the memories.  The memories of Mulder.
The memories of both of them.  Back to the passion that they shared.

	Back to the one particular night that had concieved the child she now carried.

	Suddenly, a clap of thunder brought her out of her reverie.  Her eyes snapped open and 
she ran to the balcony.  The large curtains were flapping in the rough wind.  Rain was falling 
onto the balcony, into the room.  She quickly closed the large French windows and the curtains 
flapping ceased.  She sighed loudly and walked back to the mirror and sat down on the rug.
Her eyes closed slowly.  As another thunderclap echoed and her eyes opened.  In one single 
flash of lightning, he was there.  Behind her.  Putting his strong arms around her.  
Comforting her.
	*It can't be*
	Her eyes widened.
	*I'm seeing things*
	He looked at her in the mirror.  He bent his head and kissed her neck lightly.  It
looked real.  It felt real.
	*Fox?*

	She looked into the mirror.  Her current reflection was replaced with that 
single night of ecstasy.  The lovers on a bed of feathers, quietly making love. 
The fire blazing.  The snow falling to the ground.  The total image, set apart from civilization.
	He whispered into her ear.
	*Our fire is remembered in your heart*
	Her eyes filled with tears as he slowly pulled off her thin robe.  He kissed her
collarbone, moving closer to her exposed breasts.  He licked her hot, throbbing nipples.
	She looked behind her and saw no one there.
	*No!*
	She broke away and ran down the winding staircase .  Past the rows of glowing white
candles.  Away from the ghosts of time.
	She looked back.  A ray of bright light descended upon her, bringing back 
visions of her true love.  The one she met almost eight years ago.
	She ran again.  Out of fear.  Out of sadness.  Out of pain.
	Millions of memories flooded back to her, seeping into her mind, seeping into her 
heart, seeping into her conciousness.  She thought she was going mad.  
	She kneeled on the floor, covering her head with her hands, trying to stop the 
pounding in the back of her mind.  
	*I WILL GO ON!*
	she screamed.
	
	The memories slowly ebbed away, followed by the light...and then the ghosts.

	She walked back upstairs, with each step, blowing out a candle.

	The storm had passed.  The horror and the sorrow gone.

	*I will survive.  For Fox...and for his child*

	She crawled back into her canopied bed, soon to dream of the happy memories that
they had shared.

					*The End*

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