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|    [all-xf] It's Not Easy To Be Me (1/2)    |
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      From: dana_scully_mulders_protege@hotmail.com              Title: It's Not Easy To Be Me              Author: FoxsDana              Email: dana_scully_mulders_protégé@hotmail.com              Rating: PG              Category/Keywords: Mulder Angst, Lonegunmen              Spoilers: "The Truth", "Jump The Shark"              Summary: Missing scene from "The Truth". Fox Mulder is told by       Scully about the Lonegunmen's courageous sacrifice to save their       country. After hearing the news, he sits in his cell remembering his       beloved friends.              Dedication: To all X-Philes present and future as well as The       Lonegunmen fans out there. To the group Five for Fighting for making       a beautiful song called "Superman" which was the inspiration for       this fic To my friend Marissa who did a slide show tribute to the       Lonegunmen and used this song, which made me cry. To Bruce Harwood,       Dean Haglund and Tom Braidwood for bringing to life some of the most       beloved characters in the X-Files universe and to Chris Carter for       creating them. I will never forget the Gunmen. They are truly       heroes in every sense of the word. Gunmen rule!              Archive: Sure, just let me know where it's going!              Feedback: Please, I love it!              Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me but       are the property of Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013       Productions. Any similarities to the names or places of the       fictional aspects of this story are purely coincidental.              Note: We never got the chance in "The Truth" to see Mulder find out       about the Gunmen's death and reflect. This fic attempts to give him       that chance.                     I hear the clanging of the cell door as I sit on the cold floor       taking in what I've just been told. The scene and words still echo       in my head.              "Mulder, I'm afraid something else has happened."              What could possibly be worse than hearing about our son having to be       given up? I don't know how much more pain I can take. "What is it,       Scully?"              She takes a deep breath. "Byers, Langly and Frohike….they're dead."              I stare back at her in disbelief. I say nothing for a minute and       then let out a chuckle thinking this is just some kind of bad       joke. "Come on Scully. Really what is it?"              She places her hand on the side of my face." It's true, Mulder.       They're dead."              My smile quickly fades. Byers, Langly and Frohike dead? It's not       possible. I can tell by the seriousness in her voice tone and facial       expression that it is no joke. They are really dead? "H…how?"              She takes her hand away from my face. "They were…exposed to a fatal       biotoxin."              "Biotoxin? You mean some kind of chemical?"              She nods. "The biotoxin was going to be used by terrorists as a       weapon. They….found out about it and tried to stop it." She pauses       taking a swallow. "They made the ultimate sacrifice to save the       lives of thousands Mulder. They died as heroes."              I step back away from her and turn toward the window, which gives me       the only light in my cell. "That's how they always wanted it."              "I'm so sorry, Mulder. I didn't want to tell you but…I figured you       should know."              I continue looking out the window. "What kind of burial did they       get?"              She smiles. "They were buried in Arlington. They…received the kind       of burial that any hero would."              I lean against the barred window. "How ironic that they would die       and be buried in the same cemetery owned by the government they       didn't trust. Buried next to fallen soldiers who sacrificed their       lives for a government that doesn't even care."              "Mulder…"              I turn around to face her. "It's true, Scully. You can't stand here       and tell me that the government knows every single solider that is       buried in there! The government doesn't care about their families or       widows or significant others left behind! They don't care about the       sacrifice that was made to defend a country that uses its own people       like pawns!"              "So, you think it would have been better that they be buried out in       some regular cemetery? Or…or just some big hole dug out in the       middle of nowhere?"              "At least it wouldn't have been a burial filled with deceit. The       government doesn't care about what they did, Scully. No matter..how       many official burials or flags put on the caskets or….or huge       headstones with their names chiseled. All they care about is that       they have been silenced."              "I…I can't believe you're saying this."              "They deserved more than that, Scully. So much more."              She clears her throat trying to hold back tears in her eyes. "Well,       I'm sure they would appreciate knowing that the one person they       believed in more than anyone was saying their honorable burial was a       farce!"              "I didn't say that."              "Oh but you did. You said that their burial in Arlington was a slap       in the face to them. You're right, Mulder maybe the government did       it to rub it in their faces. But did you consider something else? If       they had been buried in some other cemetery amongst people of no       significance or out in a huge hole in the middle of nowhere, no one       would know of them. No one would ever see their names on a       headstone. But now…because they are in Arlington, people will come       and see that headstone. And one person will read their names and       want to know whom they are. They will find out whom they were and       what they attempted to accomplish in this life. And then…that one       person will feel so strongly about their cause that they will make       it their own. THAT is how they will be remembered, Mulder. They may       be silenced but their cause isn't. And as long as there are others       out there who believe in it, they will never truly be dead. They       will be immortalized."              I stand looking back at her in complete shock over what she has just       said to me. I had never really thought of it that way. As usual,       Scully had taken my negative feelings and turned them into positive.       It's one of the many reasons I chose to be with her. Once again, I       let anger interfere with my thoughts. Anger at losing three good       friends who helped me with the quest that I am now myself on trial       for. And it angers me that they have now become yet another victim       of it. Yet more people to add to my list of the dead.              "Maybe instead of being so angry, you should take this time and       reflect on what they contributed to you. Remember the good parts of       their lives. Don't let their deaths have been in vain, Mulder."       Without another word, she turns around and leaves me.              My eyes open as I come back from the scene that took place just       minutes ago. Even though it hasn't been that long, I'm still       struggling with the fact that my three comrades are gone. That I       will never hear their voices on my answering machine asking me to       come over and listen to another one of their crazy theories about       Kennedy's assassination.               Langly was always good for that. Sometimes I think that's all he       wanted to prove in his lifetime, the truth about what happened to       Kennedy. That and winning all the money he could from his games of       Dungeons and Dragons. Now, Lord Manhammer's presence would no longer       be felt. The Ramone's t-shirts would just gather dust in a closet or       wherever it was that he kept them. And all of the software and       gizmos that he had personally invented would remain forever turned              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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