The Last Song Story written by: StefM Date written: June 29th, 1999 Archive Responsibilities: Please, anyone who wishes to archive this story anywhere other than Gossamer please contact me and receive my permission. Tittle: The Last Song Summary: The agents have married and started a life. But something happens with their 4 year old son... Rating: PG-No cussing, and mild violence.(Though it does not contain sex or major violence, it is worth reading.) Disclaimer: None of the character featured in my fic are my products and are not to be treated as such. they are the creation and products of Chris Carter, Fox Home Entertainment, And 1013 productions. However, any other character that is featured and has not been previously seen in any relation to TV or Book ect is mine. No copyright infringement intended. Author's Note: This is a story that was actually thought up in a dream. I have written several fictions, but haven't been able to give them the "edge that they needed". This story is a touching story and contains *serious* MSR between Mulder and Scully. however the love between them is not expressed as sex or anything like that. I wrote this as a kind of a romance and I intend for it to be read as so. any NoRomo's please leave, you will NOT appreciate this story if you are not "open-minded" to the "possibility". Enjoy my fic and a nice evening. The Last Song... Yesterday, You came to lift me up. Life is strong, but brittle as a bird. Today, I was less, than a shadow on the wall. Just one more step... For the voice I've heard....Tomarrow. Leave the windows open. As fear grows, please hold me in your arms wont you help me, if you can. To shake this anger, I need your gentle hands. To keep me close... 'Cause I never thought I'd lose. I only thought I'd win. I never dreamed I'd feel This fire beneath my skin. I can't believe you love me... I never thought you'd come.. I guess I misjudged love... Between a father and his son. Things we never said Come together The pictured no longer haunting me. Tonight, We touched on the things that we never spoken That kind of understanding Sets me free.. Cause I never thought I'd loose. I only thought I'd win. I never dreamed I'd feel. This fire beneath my skin; I can't believe you love me... I never thought you'd come.... I guess I misjudged love... Between a father and his son.... -Elton John "The Last Song" _____________________________________________ GeorgeTown, Maryland... He watched. Fox Mulder realized that was the only thing he did. Watch. Think. Love. He sat there and looked through his mind at the validity of it all. Even now. He Just watched. His eyes roamed over the body of his wife. She couldn't be more beautiful as the day he had met her. She had grown her radiate and sparkling hair down a few inches below her shoulders. He was now wrapped partially in that fiery halo. Though her eyes were closed he knew they were MORE brilliant then the day he met her. His eyes wondered down her lightly printed satin night gown and back up. His finger drew lazy circles of her shoulder. Her skin was so soft to him.... her lips where he had kissed her a thousand times over were like riches- rubies. Yes, Rubies. Dana Scully- Now Dana Scully Mulder. He felt every day that flowing current of love When he recited their names together. it was all just so right... The golden sunlight bathed her in light, reminding of him of a saint. His life with Dana Scully had been the best 10 years of his life. After their sixth year as partners, they had both agreed to join separate parts of the beareu so that their relationship could progress. He transferred himself back to the BSU where he was again, the top profiler in the FBI, and Scully had transferred her self back to forensic science Unit. He was happy. Four years ago she had shown up at his apartment with the most radiate smile he had ever seen on her face. They had already been seeing each other for a few months. He had invited her in, curiouse as to her smile and wondered what plans she had in store for him. Then she said it.... They were going to have a baby. At first he wondered how. She had told him that she Wasn't able to bear children two years before. She had told him that it was anomalous, but somehow it happened. Her mother had been overjoyed, and her brother annoyed. Eight months later, their son- William, James Scully-Mulder was born. He was shocked out of his reverie and brought back to the present. Scully had her beautiful blue eyes open and staring up at him. He could tell that she was worried as to what had caused him such a distraction and was ready to lecture him about watching her while she slept, that was until she saw the far away and glazed over, though happy look Mulder sported. "Mulder. Is something wrong?" She asked softly. " No, Sweetheart. I was Just thinking how happy I am". He said with a smile. " Okay. I was going to give you a little chat about a somewhat undying habit of yours, but I'll lay off." She said with "The Look". He smiled and Jumped out of bed, proclaiming that it was his turn to fix breakfast and to wake up Little Will. He had become very smart. He had Mulder's eyes and Hair, though he had Scully's Brains. He seemed fascinated by anything. He was proud of him, though he was only four. He proceeded to go about his morning activities without complaint. He enjoys being able to help out. When Scully came out, fully dressed, he has the complete breakfast set out on the table. following her was will. He walked in with a gloomy look in his eye. both noted his pale complexion and whiny eyes. " I don't feel good, mommy." He said. " Okay. Go lay down and I'll be there in a minute." She said. She got up and headed toward the nicely painted and decorated bedroom that belonged to their four year old son. When she had been pregnant, they were both arguing about what sex the baby was going to be and what color was going to be appropriate. They had settled the dispute by simply agreeing that the room would be panted a vanilla-yellow. It had turned out very nice. They had spent a lot of money. When she entered her son's slightly dirty bedroom, though they tried to press on him to clean up his toys, she saw that he was bundled up tightly in his bed, a pained look on his face. She opened the blue dresser's drawer and pulled out the much used thermometer. After three minutes it beeped to life. 102. it wasn't good, but not serious yet. "I'm gonna get something to help you get better. I'll be right back." She said softly. The small boy answered with only a nod of his head. She headed past Mulder in the kitchen, who had a curious look in his eye to the linen closet that housed all of her pills and medicines. She searched through her collection for something appropriate. " How is he?" Mulder startled her out of her concentration. " I'm a little concerned. His fever is concerning, yet not that serious. 102. If it doesn't let up and gets worse over the next day or two, we should probably take him to the hospital." She said seriously. " No, that's definitely not good..." He said, with a far off look in his eye... He hoped it wasn't something serious.... ____________________________ Over the next few days, will only kept getting sicker and sicker. bouts of nausea hit him about every four to eight hours, along with muscle and bone aches and severe lethargy. That night, three nights later, They took him to the hospital.... __________________________ pleaselethimbeokay...pleaselethimbeokay pleaselethimbeokay.... It ran through their heads over again as they sat waiting. Mulder pulled his arms tighter around his wife as she slept. unlike three nights ago, her face was drawn and tired. full of worry. he hoped it was nothing to worry about. pleaselethimbeokay.... He recited it until he too fell into a fitful sleep.... only to be awaken by a gentle nudge. "Mr. Mulder?" The voice was young. His eyes focused on a doctor. probably early twenties. His eyes were friendly and matched his dark brown hair. " Yes?" " I'm doctor Richardson. I've been treating will. There is something that I've found that I think you and your wife may like to know." He said sorrowfully. though he didn't know what he was sorry for. and it frightened him. He nudged Scully awake. After awaking, they both followed him into his office labeled "Dr. Richardson. ERMD". " Please, have a seat." " I would rather stand". They both began to say. " Okay. I'm afraid I have some bad news. no. let's make that terrible news..." ________________________________________ continued... "What is it, doctor?" Scully asked, worry lines etched into her face. They both stared at the doctor with anticipation noticeable in their eyes. " It appears your son has a fast- spreading form of.... Cancer." It came down like a million weights on their back. Scully immediately felt tears flow down her tired eyes. She ran a hand frustratedly through her tousled red hair. " What kind?" Mulder asked for her, sensing her distress. " How long does he have?" She asked, her view of him blurry through tears. " Well. it appears to be a very large bone cancer. its essentially been rendered inoperable. its size is much too large. its spread to both his lungs and his kidneys...." He said sorrowfully. Now Mulder knew why." Umm. I would say he has maybe a week at the most..." Hard and uncontrollable sobs wrenched from Scully's newly broken heart. Mulder caught her as her tired and shock-ridden form crumpled. The doctor looked down at them. Mulder could have sworn he saw tears welling up in the doctors eyes. within five minutes, Scully's exhaustion and anguish Had put her to sleep. They both sit on the floor -she pulled tightly to him. she hung onto his sweater with a death grip. "Mr. Mulder, I'll have a cot set up in William's room and that way she can sleep off the shock for a while. stay here. I'll tell you when It's ready." He said as he briskly turned from the sad sight and out the door. what terrible fortune.... He returned ten minutes later, giving directions to room 1013, not that far a walk and telling him that the cot was prepared. Mulder slid his hands under scully's light form and picked her up. She hugged tightly around his neck. Once to the room, Mulder Placed her carefully onto the squeaky cot. it was large enough for two.. He would sleep with her. " Dr. Richardson? could you call 'Maggie Scully? her number is- 555-5264." " I'll surely do that. Hang in there Mr. Mulder." he said as he left the room. He carefully slid himself in next to his wife, but not before peering at his son. He was so small... seemed tiny in the bed. he was covered in tubes and a blanket up to his waist. Why???? He didn't know. all he knew was the pain in his heart as he felt it shattered into a million pieces. He knew he would still have Scully to love. But it wasn't enough. He pulled his arms around his wife, hugging himself to her. pleasegodletusbeokaytoo... He'd changed his prayer.... He again chanted it into his head. until he fell into his once more, fitful slumber... ____________________________________ Maggie had received the call at 5:00 am. She had no Idea what was going on. all she knew was that fox had told the doctor to call her and tell her to come down to the hospital. She rushed down the hall to the nurses counter. " ummm. Dana Mulder?" She said with the many times practiced tongue of these situations. " I'm sorry, there's no one listed here as 'dana mulder'. but we do have a william mulder? he's in room 1013." ohlordnotwill... not will.. Her thoughts were a blur as she rushed from the nurses counter and to her destination. she carefully opened the door and peered inside. the first site that assaulted her was of her four year old grandson. He was covered in tubes. his face was deathly pale and she heard the monitors beeping his regulated heart beat. She looks beyond there and to the beaten down cot where her daughter and son in law lay, arms around each other. even in the dim lighting she could see the tears streaking both of their faces. What had happened. She was about to sit down when the man she presumed to be the doctor walked into the room. " I'm sorry. visiting hours are over." He said. " I'm Maggie Scully. Dr. Richardson? I'm Dana and Fox's mother." " Yes. I'm sorry. But things have been a little wild today." "What's wrong with Will?" She asked, concerned. " he's been diagnosed with a fast spreading bone cancer. It's already moved through to his lungs and kidneys. its only a matter of days. He can no longer walk. it is inoperable at its size. I'm sorry, but we can do nothing but help relieve the pain..." He said. "Thank-you." She managed to choke out between sobs. "Oh my god..." She collapsed into the chair. " I just wanted to see how everything was going. I'll be back in a little bit". The Dr. Said politely and went out the door. She put her head in her hands and silently cried. "Mom?" The voice interrupted her sobs. She looked up to see dana next to her. " oh Dana. I'm so sorry." She said as she took her only daughter into her loving embrace. " I don't know what happened mom...." dana began... "shhhhhh..." was Maggie's reply.... __________________________________ The days passed so quickly as Mulder and Scully Stayed by his side. Maggie came once in the morning or noon each day. The days just flowed in one....two... three.... It was now the fourth day. and something happened... Will woke up..... ____________________________________ "Mommy?" Scully's posture erected at the voice. " Mommy, where am I?" " Shhhhh... Its okay..." She said, trying to comfort him. She could tell he was scared. " They're here...They're here mommy..." He said in a quiet whisper. " Who's here, william?" She asked. " The people in white. oh. they have such pretty wings mommy..... they said that they're gonna take me home...." He said with a faraway look. " There's a light... It hurts..." " NO, william..." She said fiercely. Mulder was brought into awareness that this may be the last time they were ever going to see their son. " Its okay mommy...." He said. " No. William. NO...." Mulder's hand on her shoulder kept her from repeating it. He gave her a look that said that this was the end. " bye, mommy... daddy... I love you...." " I love you too, william...." Scully said, as tears began to completely flood her eyes. " bye...." She said as his hand went lifeless beneath hers and the heart monitors screeched. "NO!" She let out a hoarse, choked sob... "No...." Mulder pulled her into his embrace as they were both emersed in uncontrollable fits of sobs... They were unaware of the busting of nurses around them and of their sorry for the couple in the corner crying their hearts out to the angels... _____________________________________ The funeral... It was beautiful... and so many people.... Maggie, and Charlie, and Bill, Teena Mulder, Skinner, friends of the family. They all were there, their hearts projecting comfort and the so unfortunate loss. It was in a beautiful church. full of flowers and flowing curtains..... and the song... it was so beautiful too.... Yesterday, You came to lift me up.. Life is strong, but brittle as a bird. Today. I was less than a shadow on the wall. Just one more step. for the voice I hear...Tomarrow. Leave the windows open. As fear grows, please hold me in your arm. Won't you help me if you can. To shake this anger I need your gentle hands. Keep me close. 'Cause I never thought I'd loose, I only thought I'd win. I never dreamed I'd feel, This fire beneath my skin. I can't believe you love me. I never thought you'd come. I guess I've misjudged love, Between a father...and his son. ....It made mulder think. The flowers were falling as the beautiful casket holding gold was buried. He wished he had done so much more than watch.... but it was so hard..... "I love you william".... The end!