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Spoilers: Season 9
Post EP. Nothing Important Happened Today.
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Sequel to "Siren Song."
If truth in hearts that perish
Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
Should make you not to die. --AE Houseman
He steps to the bassinet and scoops William from
his nest. Cradling his son closely, he nuzzles his
downy cheek, breathing him in.
For a moment, Mulder drowns in the possibilities
shining behind his son's eyes.
"It's time?" Scully's gentle hands take his son.
"I love him so much. You'll tell him?"
"Every day, Mulder. Until you're back to tell him
yourself."
"And if I can't be?" Words crack in his throat,
"Promise you won't wait."
"You'll be back," her eyes widen, "you will."
"Yes," he whispers, but thinks of the bargain he
struck. //Better the father, than the son...//
"Mulder..."
"Promise," he whispers against the protest on her
lips. "Please."
Confusion darkens her eyes.
His heart cracks under the weight of secrets kept.
He kisses their cross. Her faith. His belief. Their hope.
~~fin~~~
Poetry Excerpt: "If truth in hearts that perish"
by A. E. Housman