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The lie


TITLE: THE LIE

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SPOILERS: UNAIRED SPECULATIONS FOR "THE GIFT"

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DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE. THEY DO BELONG TO 1013 PRODUCTIONS AND
CHRIS CARTER. AND THEY BELONG TO DUCHOVNEY AND ANDERSON FOR
MAKING THE SHOW WHAT IT IS TODAY, AN ICON.

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FEEDBACK: IT WOULD BE NICE TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE IS REALLY OUT
THERE AND THAT YOU APPRECIATE WHAT I WRITE BUT IF YOU DON'T HAVE
TIME,WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TIME. BUT THANKS TO THOSE WHO DO!

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SUMMARY: When I saw the spoiler picture of Mulder lying on the
rug I could not help notice that he was very still. He did not
raise his arms and he moved very little as the creature
approached. Two scenarios could be at play here. First, he is
expecting the creature and he will lie still and allow the
creature to do what it does, which evidently is eat him and puke
him up. Well, that sounds gross.

Second it could be that Mulder is unable to move. He is too ill
to move. The thing which is killing him may have progressed to
the point of him being unable to move his arms or legs, like a
stroke, especially if this thing was effecting his brain, ( AMOR
FATI). The creature senses this and came to save Mulder as
payment for MULDER saving him from the person trying to kill him
( THE SCENE WHERE MULDER SHOOTS THE TRANSIENT). My story is based
on the second ideation.

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MULDER'S APARTMENT

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He felt sorry for himself, a rare moment of self pity. He was
going to die. His doctor had informed him of the prognosis a
month ago. He stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get
ready for bed. His thoughts were racing and all he wanted to do
was to call Scully tonight and tell her the truth. The truth that
he could not tell anyone, not even his best friend.

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He picked up the phone again for the hundredth time but could not
tell her about the lie he had lived for a whole month. He felt
sad and very alone. He also felt sick tonight. The headaches were
getting worse and it would take more and more out of him to hide
the pain. He lay the phone back down into the cradle and stood to
get dressed for bed.

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He felt a small tremor in his hands as he picked up his shirt and
then it hit him, total numbness bilaterally. He felt his skin
connect with the scratchy feeling of the rug. He hit hard and was
met with total darkness.

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When he awakened he felt cold. The feeling of shivers shaking his
body was frightening in that he was unable to reach for a
blanket. He was completely numb from his neck down. Now he knew
that death would not be far behind. The cold was different in
that it reached all the way down to his bones. His thoughts now
were racing. Why didn't he tell Scully? He knew why. She was
trying to have a child and had actually asked him to be the
father. A privilege and an honor to a daddy to a beautiful baby
Scully. She should not have to suffer anymore for his bad luck.
She had suffered enough.

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He looked up the ceiling and saw his reflection in the mirror.
How did he get a mirror up there? Hell, how had he gotten a bed?
He never questioned these things till now. He tried to think of
why he never questioned strange things in his life. Maybe because
they didn't seem so strange to him. Now love that would have been
strange. To actually have someone love him and care for him.
Scully cared but she did not love him the way he loved her and
that was difficult. He would have died for her and he knew that
she would have died for him. But she did not love him.

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He wanted to make things right for Scully by giving her something
she could love and that would have made her very happy but that
did not even work out in the end. She would have to wait for a
miracle. It was not meant to be.

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The floor continued to feel harder and his body continued to get
colder. He tried to scoot over just a bit but his body would not
move. He had wanted to tell her about his impending death but
every time he started he failed to find the words that would make
her understand that this would be final. There would be no
miracles for him this time. He had used up his time. He had found
the fate of his sister and witnessed the death of his father and
ached over he tragic loss of his mother.

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He had taken care of everything, including his headstone for his
grave. The arrangements had been made and a Jewish funeral would
be performed. He had made his will out and the only person he had
told of his fate, his lawyer, would properly carry it out.

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His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his apartment door
opening. He could not see who entered but the quiet entry made
his heart pound. Who had entered or even maybe what had entered?
He was quickly made aware of the presence of the creature that he
had been searching for the past month. He was standing over him
making loud noises. He could not move and he could not avoid his
fate. Death was awaiting him and this might be his only chance to
survive. A soul eater. His salvation or his fate.

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THE NEXT DAY

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Scully walked into her office to see the auditor sitting at
Mulder's desk. Mulder did not look very happy.









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