TITLE: A Dying Man's Wish
AUTHOR: Spooky Jr.
EMAIL: CuteAndCudly@Yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION: Gossamer-YES! Spookys-YES!
Anywhere else SURE! Just keep my name and addy attached. 
SPOILERS: Post - En Ami
RATING: PG 
CATEGORY: Post-episode 
CLASSIFICATION: CSM POV. CSM Angst. 
SUMMARY: Post - "En Ami"; C.G.B.'s thoughts.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, dammit. *sniff*
The wonderful Chris Carter owns 'em. Lucky ass.
Hands up for the wonderful Vince Gilligan who did a hell of a 
job on this! Please don't sue me guys, I am just having a 
little fun with them. All regards to Ten Thirteen Productions, 
FOX, and 20th Century Fox. Thank you for having one of the 
greatest television shows ever!

FEEDBACK: Please??
 
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is what came out of a bad case
of writer's block. Enjoy!


And now on with the show...


A Dying Man's Wish
By Spooky Jr.



A dying man's wish is something to be remembered. To be 
cherished. A dying man's crusade is one to never be 
forgotten. I wanted to leave behind something to be 
remembered and to have a chance to redeem myself. 
To do one good thing in this world before I go.

All of the hurt I caused could never add up to
one good thing I'd do. I believe in my own
selfish way that everything has been worth it.
The assasinations, the clones. I'm
trying to make the world a better place.

Not many would agree with my line of thinking,
but no one ever really does.

It didn't take Scully long to warm up to my trust. 
Though I must admit, I was a bit shocked at how 
quickly she betrayed Mulder and went willingly 
along with me. I show her what she wants to 
see and in return she tells me what I want to hear.

I held the cure for all diseases in my hand and in a 
split second I threw it all away, handing her the 
deploy copy of the disk and blowing my last 
chance to do something right as I ditched it into the 
sparkling water of the lake.

Only if Mulder could've seen that I wanted to help. 
To a certain point of course. I wanted to keep some 
things for myself. Selfish some may call it, but I 
call it a fair trade. I don't believe his partner 
betrayed him. Lied maybe, but she had good reason. 
If she had told him, it would've only caused her 
trouble and his death.

Whether she believes it or not, I saved her life. 
One more shot from the sniper and he wouldn't have 
missed. I guarantee it. These men don't miss. They aim,
fire and they always get their target. She wasn't hit
on the first three tries, not because of bad aiming 
but because the shot wasn't meant to hit her just yet.

He was toying with her, giving her the horrid visions
of dying before it became reality.

If I had more time on this earth I could show them so 
much. Truths that they'd never imagine. Things they'd 
never forget. And visions that would haunt them to their 
grave.

I hold so much power in my hands. I have the choice to 
take life, to give life, to create life and to destroy it.
To a point I don't think Mulder fully understands how 
valuable that chip in Scully's neck is. So easily and so
quickly it could be removed and she would be back to square
one. Her life is in my hands. Her destiny in my control.
Her cancer is in remission because of my doing's, but 
that could all be changed in a matter of minutes if need be.

Mulder looks for everything tied to aliens and conspiricies,
things set off for his eyes. We give him what he wants
to see and in exchange we get the pleasure of seeing
his fruitless quest evolve and his faith dwindle.

I could save my own life of course. The disk contained
my cure along with the others. I believe though that my 
time has run out. Too many cigarettes, I imagine. 
Life is like a cycle; it'll repeat itself in another time 
and another place. The truth will always be out there 
for them to find. And so will danger. No one is ever 
truly safe.


The End.

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