The Missing Redux II Scene
*Spoiler Alert!*  Redux II, surprisingly enough.  But I guess everyone
knows how it ends anyway...
Disclaimer:  Yes, I know, zzzzz, but it has to be done if I want to save
my skin, my money, my website and my stories!  I don't own Mulder,
Scully or anything related to The X-Files (I wish I did), they are the
precious property of Chris I Am God Carter, 1013, Twentieth Century
Fox and probably a bunch of other people.  I'm making no money from
this, it's here just to enlighten people of the goings-on in my strange
little brain.  Don't sue me, I'm too busy with exams!
Rating: None.  Anyone can read this - but I suggest Noromos take a
quick exit!
Classification:  UST.  I was gonna make it an MSR but decided that
would make the rest of season 5 seem like a bit of a cop-out.
Summary:  I decided it was unfair not to see how Scully tells Mulder
that her cancer's gone.  This is pure fluff - I was crying when I wrote
this!  Sad? Me? Never.
Noromos and Naxis - get out or regret it forever.  Don't bother to
flame me - you shoudn't *be* here!

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    Mulder walked the now familiar hospital corridor in a daze.
Ho couldn't quite take in what had happened - how Blevins, a wild
guess, had been behind it all along.  How he's deceived he and Scully
from the beginning...
    He opened the door and walked into Scully's room slowly.  She
was sat up, smiling.  He smiled back, and she asked him straight away,
   "What happened?"
   Mulder sat down on the bed, his hands playing absently with the
fingers of her right hand as her life blood pumped through them still.
   "It was Blevins,"  he said simply, and her eyes grew wide.
   "Blevins?"  She asked, sounding shocked.  He nodded, and shrugged
as if to say "I don't understand either".  She studied his face as he
looked down for a second; saw the ghosts of bags under his eyes; sensed
him trying not to break down in front of her.
   She moved closer to him.  He looked back, and saw that smile
returning again.  "It's gone, Mulder. The tumour's gone," she told him,
and he gasped, his hands gripping harder round hers.  His mouth dropped
open for a second as the words echoed in his head, feeling the most
overwhelming relief wash over him.
   "That's the best thing I ever heard," he said sincerely, and she put her
arms around him, hugging him tightly.  For a second he was stunned,
but then he responded, held her to him and ran a finger gently through
her hair as he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes.  He pulled back,
and when she saw the tears she rested a hand on his face.
   "Don't cry," she reassured him, and he smiled as her own eyes welled
up.  He gently kissed her lips and she shut her eyes, before wrapping
her arms arond him again.  He sobbed softly on her shoulder as she
held him.  He'd been so scared of losing her, had felt so guilty and
awful, and now she was okay again?
   She, too, cried quietly in his arms, the fear of leaving him slipping
away.  The sound of their soft sobs echoed around the rooms as they
held on to each other.
   The door opened suddenly, and Scully opened her eyes to see the
blurry image of her mom and brother in the door, looking uncertain.
Mrs. Scully asked,  "We'll come back later, shall we?"
   Mulder heard the voice and forced his own eyes open, gently
releasing Scully from his arms.  He turned to the door and replied,
"No, it's okay.  I'll leave you three to be together."  Bill looked
shocked to see the tears Mulder knew were still staining his
cheeks but he didn't care.  He turned back to Scully.
   "I'll see you later on," he promised quietly, and she gently brushed
some of the tears from his cheeks, nodding.  He took a deep breath
and stood up, turning to leave.  Mrs. Scully smiled at him, but
he refused to meet Bill's gaze.  He walked out of the room
and sat down, his head in his hands as he wiped the last tears away.
Scully was okay, and that was all he needed to know.
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Copyrighted Marie 1998, so there.
Told you it was soppy!
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