I lay down the roses at your grave. I still can't believe that it has been a year since you died. Why did you leave me? You were my best friend. My confidante. Never to be my lover. I had always loved you, Mulder. Although I am not your soulmate like Melissa Riedal-Ephesian is, you are my soulmate. We have a connection that transcends time and distance. I feel you near me. I don't know why. How come I feel as though you are close to me? You are gone. I shouldn't feel this way. You were not my soulmate. You were my best friend. I imagined your voice as I felt you near me. "Did you receive my letter?" "I received your goodbye letter of where you revealed how much you loved me," I whispered. "The truth is that I love you." I paused for a moment, and took a deep breath. "That's not the reason why I am here. Assistant Director Skinner called me in his office today, and he told me that I was being transferred from Quantico to an unknown divison. He didn't tell me which one. I assume that it's some forensic department in one of the sections. He told me that I was needed there because someone had died. I am to fill that position, whatever that is. Skinner also told me that I will get a new partner. I don't want a new partner, Mulder. I want to be alone." I know that I will always will be alone. I have no one. Sure, I have my family and friends. However, that's not the same, though, because you are not here. Several feet away from you, I saw a man standing near a grave. I could see him touching the lettering with his finger. His body actions spoke volumes of how much he loved her. I wish I had a someone who loved me like he obviously loved the woman who died. I feel so ashamed to view grief like that. I had never done that before. I have to go. I walked into the bar. I felt the need to come in here. It's a place where you and I used to go after a case. I saw a man sitting at the bar stirring his vodka. I couldn't see his face but he looks like he needed cheering up. "You don't mind if I sit here?" "No," he replied. "I'm feeling very lost in the world and I have no one." I know the feeling. Somehow, I felt something for him. I don't know how, but I do. "Sounds like my day. I found out that I was transferred to an unknown divison." I hope that it's not the X-Files. "FBI?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. What's it to you? I still didn't look at him. I *didn't want* to look at him. I didn't want to be reminded of what could have been with Mulder. "What did you do before you found out that you transferred?" he asked. He seemed to be interested in me for some unknown reason. "I taught forensic medicine at Quantico," I replied, as I sipped my soda. Although, I wasn't looking at him. Out of the corner of my blue-green eyes, I caught some of his brown hair. "They said that I am needed in this divison." "Why?" he asked. "That's all they said," I answered. "Look, you have sounded like someone died. Who was she?" "How do you know the person is a she?" "Usually, when a man comes in looking like the world has come crashing down, it usually involves a woman," I replied. "What happened?" I could hear a pause as he was trying to find the words to express himself. "My sister, Samantha, lost her partner a couple of weeks ago." "How? Was she transferred?" I asked. "No. She was killed," he answered. "How?" I asked. I was shocked. It must have been terrible. "She was abducted by this insane mental patient, Duane Barry, who believed that giving her to *them* would stop his abductions. She was returned, but she was in a coma. Her sister, Melissa, thought she wanted to die. She felt that she had no one, and died," he replied. "I wished that I told her how much I loved her. I felt as though I have no one to love..." I know the feeling. I have no one to love. I don't want anyone. I am not going to let you in. "That's not true," I replied. "You have your family and your work. You have your whole life in front of you. I don't think that her family could take an another death if you kill yourself." I paused. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love." "You do?" "My partner killed himself," I replied. "It was before I taught at Quantico. He was watching television at his apartment when he shot himself in the head." "Why?" he asked. "Was he stupid?" "No, no. He was intelligent, funny, and he cared a great deal about me. I think that he loved me deep down, but he never told me except in his goodbye letter. He lost his belief in the paranormal. His sister was abducted by aliens when he was twelve. She was eight. He lost his whole outlook on his life, and he felt that he couldn't go on anymore," I replied. "Somehow, I moved on." I paused. "I loved him." "I loved her too," he replied. I could tell that he was touched that I had a similar experience than himself. "Do you believe that he is your soulmate??" Mulder was not my soulmate. In his farewell letter, he wrote me that I am his soulmate, not Melissa Ephesian. He wanted to be with me always. I don't want to believe nor care anymore. "Does it matter?" I asked. I know I sounded hurt. I know that I had a deep painful experience that I wanted to share. "Was she your soulmate?" "Yes," he replied. I know that he wanted to know why I believed that Mulder wasn't my true soulmate. "Why do you believe that? Any man would want you to be his soulmate." "I found out that he wasn't mine. His soulmate is the woman who was a member of a religious group who killed themselves. Her name was Melissa Riedal-Ephesian," I answered. "I thought that we were the true soulmates. We had suffered so many things together." "Maybe Melissa was lying?" he suggested. "No, she wasn't lying. I found a picture of their lives from the regression," I replied. "That doesn't mean that he is her soulmate. She probably had seen the photo and believed he was," he replied. "How did that make you feel?" "Why so many questions?" I wondered. Why was he trying to get to know me? I want to close my heart off. Love isn't for me. I have to realise that. I wanted him to leave me alone, but something or someone was trying to tell me to stay. "It's the profiler in me talking," he replied. "I am sorry." "That's all right. I was just curious. I was hurt. I felt like I had no one to love either. In his past lives, I was his father. I was his captain." "Sounds like he put you up on his pedestal. That's denial of his true feelings," he replied. "Maybe. I don't know. I felt that I had no one to love, but I don't think that I want to kill myself. I love life so much," I answered. "That's true. Like you told me, you have your family..." "What's left of them anyway," I sighed. "My sister was murdered by a bullet that was meant for me. My father died of a heart attack..." "Sorry to hear that," he replied sympathetically. "What's your name?" "Dana." "That was her name," he sighed. "I am sorry," I replied. "What's yours?" "Fox. Actually, for awhile, I was calling myself David for awhile until I faced the fact that I was really Fox. You see, I was abducted by aliens. My sister, Samantha, searched for me until I showed up." "My partner's name was Fox," I whispered. This time we both looked at each other for the first time. "Dana," Fox whispered. He gazed into my eyes taking in every detail about me. My shoulder-length auburn hair and my blue-green eyes. His hazel eyes, once wore a sorrowful expression, turned into happiness. All of this because because he knew that I am his. "Is this a dream?" This wasn't a dream. This was all too real. He was really here. I am really here as well. Somehow, we had met each other again. "If it was, wouldn't we be in bed?" I asked. "I know it is not a dream. It is real." I paused. "Your name is really Fox Mulder?" He nodded. "Last time I checked, it was. That's what my sister told me." He paused. "And you are Dana Katherine Scully?" I smiled. "Last time I checked, I was and am." I paused, thinking of the other Dana Scully. "I'm not dead. I am sorry that Dana had died though. I would never die on you like that..." I wanted him to know that I will always be there "I know," he replied. I reached for his hand and grabbed it. I gave him a caring squeeze. To show him how much I care. He looked up at me with love in his eyes. The joyful expression was unmistakable. "Melissa told me that there was a Dana Scully out there for me. She was right." "My sister is alive?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. "I wanted to believe, and here you are." "Here I am," I smiled. "You are not alone anymore, Fox. You have me. Forever." I believed that we should be together. I know I do. And I am right. We are not alone anymore. We have each other. I had found someone who loves me as much as I love her. "I have you forever," he replied. "Dana, you are my soulmate. I think that this proves that we are the true soulmates." He paused. "Mulder may have been soulmates with Melissa Ephesian. That's possible. I *know* she isn't mine. You are mine." He paused. "Please believe me." He is right. We are soulmates. How could I explain of how we met again? "I believe," I murmured. And I do. End of StoryNow read Liz Ann's review.
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