Be Kalmed

By Lynne Austin
edctr15@email.wuerzburg.army.mil


I was going through X-File withdrawal and chose
_Dod Kalm_ to rewatch. I couldn't help
but read the following into that poignant scene in the Mess Hall.


Obviously the characters of the "X-Files" television
program are the creations and property of Chris Carter, 1013 and
Fox Broadcasting and have been used without permission. No
copyright infringement is intended.


WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING

Relationship story ahead.


_Be Kalmed_
by
Lynne Austin



The end was drawing near and Fox Mulder knew it. *Prosaic
thought. What's near is the time for truth. My truth, the truth
she deserves to hear and that I need to say.* "Ya know, I always
thought, when I got older, maybe take a cruise somewhere. This
isn't exactly what I had in mind. The service on this ship is
terrible, Scully." The smile delivered with that line was only
a faint reminder of its predecessors. "It's not fair. It's not
our time. We still have work to do."

"Mulder, when they found me, after the doctors and even my
family had given up *but not you, never you,* I experienced
something I never told you about. Even now its hard to find the
words. But there's one thing I'm certain of, as certain as I am of
this life. We have nothing to fear when its over."

"I'm so tired."

"You should sleep."

"No, not yet. I have to tell you. I wanted us to take that
cruise together. I wanted to stand on a deck with the wind in my
face looking out over the sea with you in my arms. I wanted to
go to sleep and wake up with you next to me. I wanted a life for
us together. When I thought I had lost you, I lost myself. I
did some pretty stupid things while you were gone."

"Mulder."

"No, I have to say this. I love you, Scully. I have for a long
time. You have been my anchor to this life and to reality. I'm
too tired to rage against the night much longer. Come sit by me.
Hold my hand. Give me one last fantasy."

"Its not a fantasy, Mulder. I love you too."

Journal Entry

Agent Fox Mulder lost consciousness at approximately 4:30 this
morning the 12th of March. There is nothing more I can do for
him or for myself . . . I think I hear the Wolf at the door.

*If I cannot spend my life by his side, then I will spend
eternity.*

Finis