Mine II
By RocketMan

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Is she my soul mate? I don't want her to be. 

She's dead - does that mean I have no other person left alive that knows
me inside and out?

I have Scully. She knows me inside and out. She is practically the
keeper of my soul. Had she not been here, I would have sold it to the
devil long ago.

But I feel like nothing is mine anymore. My life has been controlled and
directed by men with just the right strings to pull to make me move. My
heart has been crushed so many times, I don't even really have one. My
soul supposedly belongs partly to Melissa Ephesian.

I don't think that's right. 

Why her? She hated me. She looked at me like I was killing her. And
whatever personality that emerged never really said anything nice,
except Lilly.....but she was a little kid.

Scully handled Lilly really well. Crouching down next to her and asking
the right questions to make her unafraid. 

And I was no help. Scully knew that though and still said, at the end,
that she would do it all over again.

Would she? 

Even this search is no longer mine.

My head snaps up when I finally notice her walking across the
field.....the field where we both died. She comes to comfort me, but I
feel like I should be comforting her.

She touches me.....I move to touch her, but she shifts so that I end up
brushing her thigh.

Oh......my........she's so soft.....like peach fuzz or flower petals.

I want to touch her again.

NO NO NO

Not allowed.

Oh heck, I don't really care anymore.

I reach down feeling that my lips are going to kiss her but she gives me
this look like she can't quite figure out what has happened.

I think I ask her if Melissa was my soul mate. And then maybe I ask her
if she believes in soul mates.

I'm not sure, because all I can do is stare at that mouth, slightly
puckered to show her irritation with the whole idea. Oh I want to take
those lips with my teeth and....

What?!

Sheesh, she looks like she's going to cry.

In one brief flickering instant I could see the pain all behind her
eyes. If I hadn't been looking directly at those sharp blues I wouldn't
have even seen it. But I did. Fear and pain and hurt. She hurt for me.

No.......she is hurting because she thinks I couldn't be her soul mate.

Even Scully wants a soul mate.

"You're mine," I whisper, pulling her into my arms.

She is stiff for a second, a look coming over her face that seems to
say, no, to scream - how did you know?

But she is. She's my soul mate. Scully is more me than I am. She is more
in tune with what I need than I could ever hope to be. And I would like
to think that I am that much of her too.

Her body seems to tell me that.

I think I just kissed her.

She's looking at me like I ought to be smacked, but then her face
softens and for an instant I see Scully the woman.

She's melting me.

She takes my hand, and I brush my fingers along the back of her palm,
feeling her shiver beside me as we move away from the field.

She's mine.......soul mate forever......she's mine.

Away from the field....the field where, now, I can honestly say I died.

I died to myself and lived for Scully. She is me......

She is mine.

I kiss her again, before we make it to the FBI van, wanting to feel this
before I forget, before I can delusion myself into thinking it's not
what it is.

I put my hand on her thigh as the van moves away. She lets me.

She's mine. 

Oh yeah.

End.
Adios
RocketMan