From: eblair@sonic.net   
      
   TITLE: The Darkest Day   
   AUTHOR: Erin M. Blair   
   E-MAIL: eblair@sonic.net   
   CLASSIFICATION/CATEGORY: SRA--Story, Romance, Angst   
   CONTENT: Mulder/Scully Romance   
   RATING: PG   
   DISTRIBUTION/ARCHIVE STATEMENT: OK to Gossamer,   
   Ephemeral, MSR Fanfic Cheerleaders Archive, etc.  This   
   story will be posted on ATXC through ALL-XF.   
   AWARD ELIGIBILITY: Spookys 2004   
   SPOILERS: This is Not Happening   
   SETTING: Season 8.   
   DATE: Completed September 2, 2004.   
   ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Jen for beta reading   
   this story for me. As always, I appreciate your help and   
   your support.   
   DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter.   
   SUMMARY: The visions kept Scully awake all night. The   
   visions of seeing Mulder on the spacecraft, laying on the   
   alien table, looking as though he were dead.   
      
      
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   The Darkest Day   
   Written by: Erin M. Blair   
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   The visions kept Scully awake all night. The visions   
   of seeing Mulder on the spacecraft, laying on the   
   alien table, looking as though he were dead. A   
   long, mournful moan tore from her throat: "Mulder!"   
   That piercing scream made her voice rough because   
   it hurt her throat.   
      
   She wished she could stop those horrible visions.   
   The visions she had been having lately kept roaring   
   through her mind all night long. She got up because she   
   couldn't sleep. She wanted so much for him to come   
   back to her and their unborn child.   
      
   It was nightfall.   
      
   It had only been eight months earlier that she was with him,   
   standing beside him and looking up at the nighttime sky.   
   She remembered him telling her that there are old souls   
   looking for new homes.   
      
   How innocent those times were. How she wished she   
   was close to him -- still.  She had sworn to Monica Reyes   
   that she'd seen him...as a ghostly figure. He was ghost like,   
   similar to what Amber Lynn LaPierre's parents had seen in   
   their bedroom on that night long ago.   
      
   And how Mulder described his visit among the ghost   
   children when he saw his sister one last time. Like Mulder,   
   she wanted her closure and wanted all the chasing around   
   for shreds of the truth to end. She wanted him back even   
   though she feared the worst.   
      
   She missed him so much. Her heart plummeted to the   
   depths of heartwrenching pain when she came   
   into Skinner's office day after day, only to be told that   
   there were no leads. No clues to come by.   
      
   It was hard for her to keep going every single day and   
   she didn't want to face the possibility of Mulder not coming   
   back.   
      
   But those visions...   
      
   It made her fear the worst for him.   
      
   She prayed to God every single night to beg of Him not   
   to shatter her dreams of finding him alive. She feared that   
   there wouldn't be anymore miracles for them. She was   
   gently touching her stomach as she feared the truth.   
      
   The truth that sent shivers up her spine.   
      
   She wanted Mulder.   
   She needed Mulder.   
      
   She walked outside to look at the sky. She wanted   
   to think of the things she had seen. Those visions had   
   made her rethink her dreams. Now she didn't know how to   
   go on without him. She wanted their child to grow up   
   with the both of them. She looked up at the midnight   
   sky filled with the stars that Mulder told her that were old   
   souls. "I need another miracle, God. Please bring Mulder   
   home to me."   
      
   And she prayed some more to the midnight sky.   
      
   -- the end --   
      
   Feedback: Much appreciated and loved. Send to:   
   eblair@sonic.net   
      
   Author's Notes:   
      
   This story has got to be the saddest story of mine   
   yet. I recently watched "This is Not Happening" a   
   few months ago. I wanted to capture the sad imagery   
   that Scully must have felt when she saw those visions   
   of Mulder dead. However, like always, there's always   
   hope around the corner. I guess that's what I've been   
   feeling for awhile.   
      
   I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. I would like to hear   
   what you thought. I would like to thank my readers for   
   your feedback -- it's always treasured. You're one   
   of the reasons why I still keep writing. That -- and the   
   simple fact -- that I truly love writing.   
      
   Most of all, I would like to thank my beta reading/   
   writing mentor, Jen, for her honest feedback, proofreading,   
   and letting me know what she thinks of the story. Her   
   guidance has truly helped me over the years and I strongly   
   thank her.   
      
   -- Erin M. Blair   
   September 2, 2004   
      
      
      
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   Erin Blair   
   eblair@sonic.net   
      
      
      
      
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