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Rating: PG
Category: MSR, A, V
Summary:  Scully's last letter to Mulder.  Response to Emu's challenge.
This takes place a long time from now. 
Spoilers: not really... except the one biggie from Memento Mori.

The Beatles Files:  "Let it Be"
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com

     Mulder found himself in front of the Washington Memorial, by the
Reflecting Pool.  So appropriate, since he and Scully frequented there so
often.  He reached into his coat pocket and took out an envelope.

Earlier...
     "Dad, Mom asked me to give this to you if anything ever happened to
her." David Maxwell Scully handed his father an envelope with "F. William
Mulder" written on it in Scully's always-even handwriting.
     "She asked *you* to be her probate attorney?" Fox William Mulder
strained to speak.  He'd been practically silent since his wife had died,
one month prior, and now his voice rasped.  Unshed tears evident.
     "Well... me and Clare both, actually.  Mom wanted me to handle the
personal stuff and Clare to handle the legal stuff."
     "You're lucky to have a partner like her."
     "You were lucky to have a partner like Mom to start with.  If it
weren't for you and Mom, I'm not sure the firm of Scully, Skinner, and
Levenson would have gotten off the ground to start with.  After all, you
were the one to introduce me to Walter Skinner's very beautiful daughter. 
Never mind the fact that I'm technically related to her." David's grin lit
up his face, just as his mother's used to light hers.
     The elder Mulder raised an eyebrow at his son.  He was certainly
behaving like a man in love, and who could blame him.  Aside from the
height, dark hair and hazel eyes, he took after his mother.  Fox Mulder
was more than certain that his son had broken many a heart in his time,
and was still breaking many a female heart.
     They had named him David because of Scully's wish to have a 'junior'
in the family, and she had renamed Mulder "David" many many years ago...
at a dance before they had met and become working partners and essentially
joined their lives at that time.  His older sister, Michelle Samantha, was
also fiercely protective of him.  Much as he himself had been of his own
younger sibling.  And they had found Samantha...
     That was after Scully revealed she had cancer... long after... and
after she'd gone into remission, married and had children.  But then the
cancer came back.  Metastatic this time.  There was no stopping it. Though
she had tried various treatments, nothing worked and she had died in
Mulder's arms. 
     "I'm... gonna go, David.  I need to be alone for a little while." His
voice trailed off, trying to avoid tears.
     David Scully smiled after his father.  "Sure, Dad.  You know where to
find me if you need me." He knew his father was having a hard time dealing
after his mother had died.  The cancer had been rough on the entire
family, though most especially on Fox Mulder himself.  In the back of his
mind, he still held himself responsible.

     Sighing, Mulder pulled open the envelope and began to read.
Scully's clear handwriting sending pain to his heart.  She had been brave
until the end, and it was part of the reason he loved her dearly.

Dear Mulder,
     As you are reading this, I would have to be dead.  I had this letter
in my will when I was making it out on the grounds that it be given to you
once I passed on from this life.  I felt it would be appropriate if David
handled things, as well as Clare.  After all, Clare is going to be part of
the family soon.  Walter and my mother will be so proud.  In a strange
way, she has been part of the family since Skinner and my mother got
married after the death of Skinner's first wife, Sharon.
     I knew when I came out of remission that it would be hardest on
you.  Even more so than on me.  After all, you would be the one left
behind after I died.
     I want you to know that I've never regretted a moment... marrying
you, having Michelle and David, or the choices I made to fight the cancer
in what we both knew would be an ultimately losing battle.  I am just glad
we had at least 25 years together before then, even though we didn't
realise what we had for the first four or so.
     During my most difficult times in the past, I would always keep one
song in mind and, after I met you, you would be in my heart.  I would like
to share that song with you.

   Let It Be
   (Lennon/McCartney)

   When I find myself in times of trouble
   Mother Mary comes to me
   Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
   And in my hour of darkness
   She is standing right in front of me
   Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be.
   Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

   And when the broken hearted people
   Living in the world agree,
   There will be an answer, let it be.
   For though they may be parted there is
   Still a chance that they will see
   There will be an answer, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be. Yeah
   There will be an answer, let it be.

   And when the night is cloudy,
   There is still a light that shines on me,
   Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
   I wake up to the sound of music
   Mother Mary comes to me
   Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be.
   There will be an answer, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be,
   Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

     You have been a wonderful father to Michelle and David.  They are
both very proud to have had us as parents.  I am only sorry that we didn't
have more children, but we both know who we can blame for that.
     Fox, always know that I love you and we will be together again
soon.  In the mean time, I will wait for you.  I have never regretted one
moment of our lives together.  Well, maybe that fluke man, but... *smile*

Love, Always and Forever,
Dana.

     "Oh, Dana... I can't be without you anymore.  This last month has
been so hard...  Now I know how you felt when I ditched you." he
whispered.
     'Mulder... if you're ready...' A faint voice floated in his mind.
     "Scully?" 
     'Mulder, come...  It's time.' He looked up to see a ghostly image
floating towards him, accompanied by a younger, blond man.
     "It's time." the young man told him.  "Dana is here for you now."
     Holding the letter to his heart, he closed his eyes.

     "Dad?  Dad?" Michelle Mulder's voice rose in alarm.  "David!  I
found him!"  She put her hand to his neck pulsepoints.  No pulse.
     "Michelle, what?" David came running over.  "What's wrong with Dad?"
     "He's dead, David..."

-the end, for now-