Mine III
By RocketMan

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Dedication: To Joseph McConnell, who reminded me that the Mine stories
were something a little different than my regular and nicelt told me to
finish them. ;-)

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I walk with him away from it all.

Yet I know he left something there.

Maybe a piece of his soul, as dramatic as it sounds, but maybe something
else.

I think he left a piece of his belief on that field. The field where we
died.

I feel dead. He looks about reaedy to die, if only because of the sorrow
on his face. And I can't tell why..........no, actually I can't
understand why.

He just said I was his soul mate.

Me.

He's mine.

So why the sadness, why the terrible feeling that I'll never have the
whole Mulder?

He is looking at me strangely.

I smile a fake, sorrowful smile that I am always so good at giving him
when he needs it the least. How foolish we have all become.

"Scully.....If you died........and you're my soul mate, really and
truly, then what chance is there for us? Evidently, you die in every
past life I've recovered." he says.

*That's it?*

You have got to be kidding me.

"Mulder! You don't believe that do you? Some of it doesn't fit,
chronologically. It's made up fantasies. You wanted to believe, so
you did."

I stare at him.

He shakes his head and walks away from me. I can hear him
thinking....maybe it's not her......

"Mulder.....wait..."

He turns and waits; I'm surprised. 

But then it comes. "Scully......just let me be alone for awhile. To
absorb this all, okay?"

No! I want to shout. You're mine, you're supposed to want to be with me.

Isn't that what a soul mate is? My other half? Why are you leaving me?

"Scully?"

I shake my head. "Yeah. Okay. See you later."

I turn away from him, still halfway on that field, hating it. I don't
want him to leave me. I have so much I can't make sense of, things he
could explain away in such unfrightening terms that it would all seem
fresh and clear. But he wants to be alone.

We're separate people after all, right? Two very distinct individuals,
with no compatibality for each other.

So how did we end up soul mates?

No......not possible. We couldn't really be. It just didn't work. We
didn't fit that way. Two pieces of a puzzle fit perfectly on the right
side, but once you switch them, put them in different places, then they
don't fit at all.

They don't fit.

Maybe he isn't mine.

Maybe he's Melissa's.

I want him to be mine.

Be mine.

I sound like a freaking valentine. Whatever. I'm a professional, no
nonsense woman, I don't need this.

I don't need him.

I don't.

"Scully?"

Oh, God, I do. I do.

"Yeah?" I swivel around to see his beautiful face grinning sheepishly at
me.

"Sorry."

He never says he's sorry. "Okay...." I'm at a loss.

"I think I screwed that up back there." he says.

I smile.

He's at a loss. I never truly smile.

Is he dazzled just a bit? I hope so.

"It's okay."

He is mine, I can see it on his face.

"Come here." he says.

I walk to him; we are still on the cursed, blessed field.

"I'm going to kiss you." he whispers.

"There goes the element of surprise," I say, as his lips descend on
mine.

It's long.....hot....oh my gosh.....Fox William Mulder is kissing
me......

He's my own soul, fixed in time, with my own fears coursing through.

Fate?

Maybe. 

But he's mine.

And I won't share him. Or hurt him. Or scorn him. I can't.

"I think I love you," he says.

Even his love is mine.

"I know I love you," I say.

My love is his.

I am in weeds up to my knees and kissing him again in front of half of
the Hostage Rescue Team, and probably Skinner too.

"Let's get off this field." he says.

Have I died on this field in this life?

Because I must have gone straight to heaven.

He's mine.

end.
adios
RocketMan