Jessica's Sequel (Jessica's Secret)-working title
Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder or Scully.
Author's note: someone told me they wanted a sequel to Jessica...I had always thought that Jessica was a standing story. What I mean by that is that it doesn't need a sequel, that a sequel would never compare to the first, but I started writing anyway, picking up where Scully tells Mulder that Jessica's dead and running it on to incorporate the story line of Mulder finding out the Jessica was his daughter, but after a minute I got an idea that I had to start. So here are the two story lines.
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Mulder didn’t move. He didn’t react. How was he supposed too? He felt as if his heart had been ripped out and handed to him on a silver platter. But he also felt joy, like a bastard he felt happiness at this latest development of his and Scully’s life. No, it wasn’t joy he felt, it was anger that made him happy. Happy to know that he could still feel after the past few horrible days.
Days. He felt so old that you could tell him it had happened in years and he would believe you. But now his amazing and wonderful Scully; the woman who had been there for him for six years, who had healed his wounds, outside as well as inside, was breaking down right in font of him and he was happy.
"Dana…I…" He said, his hand dropping from her cheek to her shoulder. Her eyes wouldn’t lift to look into his and he didn’t try to force her to look. He didn’t want her too.
They fell deathly quiet, each in there own thoughts. Each worries about the other, each wanting desperately to be held and neither ready to make the first move.
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Love,
As I watch you there, morning the loss that has opened a fresh wound to bleed again. This feeling of utter loss and hurt will never go away. I wish I could comfort you and say that it will but I can not lie to you. I wish I could lessen this feeling by taking it on myself, but I know you will have none of that.
You will take all of the hurt and carry it silently. You will let it eat away at how you are and then I fear you will become like me. The lost and wandering soul that mourns of a sister he will never see again.