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[ Life, Love, and Other Mysteries ]

Author: Kathryn Ravvin
Title: Life, Love, and Other Mysteries
E-Mail: Enigma806@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Who told Scully that Mulder was gone?
Category: Frohike POV, Vignette, lotsa angst, Post-Requiem (you know I'd have to do it eventually), Major implied MSR.
Archive: Yes, I'd be honored. Let me know where.
Disclaimer: I own Frohike, the king of all Frog Princes! No, wait, I don't. I don't own any of them. Chris Carter does. Never mind. Don't sue me!
Spoilers: "Requiem" (duh!), "3 of a Kind", "Unusual Suspects", "Triangle", "The Sixth Extinction", "One Breath", "E.B.E."...um that's all I remember right now. To be safe--all TLG eps except "First Person Shooter", and all abduction eps. Oh, yeah, and one for FTF.
Notes: To the NoRoMos--I apologize. But this came over me, and I hadta write it. Please try to read it anyway. Frohike speculations, mainly. So bear with me. My true thoughts one the whole deal in an upcoming story. Shippers like me, enjoy.

I'm sitting here, as ever, alone. But loneliness is nothing new to me, right? I mean, I've usually been a loner. Right up until about 11 years ago, as a matter of fact.
That was when I met the best friends I've ever had. And the man I would come to consider my hero.
And then somewhere around 6 years ago, I met the love of my life. The woman who would give me something to hope for, and the woman who would bring a little bit of her radiant beauty into my life to stay.
She doesn't even know I'm alive.
Not in the sense that counts, anyway. She knows me, she considers me a friend, she knows I have the hots for her big-time. But I don't think she'll ever know that I really, truly, deeply love her. And there's no way on God's green earth I'm ever gonna tell her.
Her heart belongs to another. But he makes her happy. As long as he makes her happy, it's okay by me. But the minute he hurts her, the second he breaks her heart--I'll kill him. I don't care how much I admire the man, a woman like that is priceless. You can't mistreat her.
But he's lost to me too.
He's lost to us all.
Because of a stupid oversight on our part, a trip he shouldn't have even been on. He's gone, and it's not fair. It's just not fair!
It's not just me. I've lost a close friend, but Dana...(and that's always how I'll think of her, my sweet Dana, my precious rose...never mind, we're getting mushy. I hate mushy. )
Dana's going to be torn apart by this. Because she loves him, she really loves him. I can tell. She thinks she's got it hidden so perfectly, but there's no denying it.
Man, she sure scared the crap out of me when she fainted like that earlier. I'm just glad she's gonna be okay. I couldn't stand to lose both of them.
But she went missing like this before, too. She was abducted. And she came back.
But the condition she was in...?
I still shudder when I remember all those tubes and wires. I hate hospitals. I hate 'em even more when someone I care about is in one of them. But visiting these two in the hospital should be nothing new to me, right? I mean, Mulder got shot in the head...he nearly drowned that time in Bermuda...then of course there was that whole electro-encephalitic trauma thing earlier this year. And that's just Mulder. I never mentioned Dana's cancer, or that time those alien rebels freaks pulled her into that whole fire fiasco, or...
But I've made my point. I hate seeing my friends in hospitals.
I walk into Dana's room. She's smiling...oh, God, she's smiling. She hardly ever smiles. She's so happy now...and I'm going to ruin it. I hate myself for this. But she has to find out; she has a right to know. And I'd rather have her hear it from a friend.

"Hey," she greets me.
"Hi," I mutter, and set down the flowers I was carrying. White roses. I know they're her favorite. I was hoping they'd soften the blow.
Her smile--that gorgeous smile--widens just a bit. "Oh, you're so sweet...you didn't have to do that, you know. I'm fine. They're just running a few tests, that's all."

Dang, she's bordering on perky. I haven't seen her approach anything like this since Vegas. Heck, that's still one of the highlights of my life. Mata Hari had to go and ruin it with that cure of hers. Okay, so it was for the best. But I really wish she'd have waited a few minutes more. If only to hear her call Langly "cutie" one more time. (Or to pinch me again, but *that's* a whole 'nother story.)
I sigh. This is gonna be tough.

"Dana..." I begin, not thinking.

She gives me a strange look when she realizes I've used her first name. Now she's getting suspicious. She knows something is up now.

"What happened?" she asks.
"Dana, I am so sorry..." The words rush out of my mouth before I have the chance to stop them. Heck, isn't this what ended me up at her apartment with an empty bottle of whiskey way back when?

Her lower lip trembles. Oh, no. Please, Dana, don't cry. I won't be able to do this if you cry.
I can't stand to see a woman cry, but especially not her.

"Oregon..." I start to say. "They took him, Dana. I'm so sorry."
"Oh, God." I can barely hear her voice; it's hardly more than a whisper. "Mulder?" A tear slips down her cheek. "Not Mulder..."

I sit down on the bed, and--not caring about any barriers previously existing between us--fold her into my arms. She sobs a few minutes, allowing herself the emotional indulgence. Then she looks back up at me, tears gleaming in her beautiful blue eyes. Bluest eyes I've ever seen.

"I have to tell you something..." she manages to say. "I..."
"What?" I ask.
"I'm pregnant," she whispers.

Oh my God. Oh my GOD. First of all, I didn't think this was even possible. Second of all...I didn't think her relationship with Mulder had gone that far yet.

"I don't know how it happened," she continues. "I can't believe it, but I am."
"Mulder's?" I ask.
Dana wipes away a tear. "I think so. I mean, I hope so. It's not like I've *been* been with anyone else...but I was drugged that time a couple moths ago, and with that force field, and..."

Oh...no. Could she have finally gotten her ultimate wish? Only to have it twisted, perverted by the forces that would rule all?

"We'll find him," I assure her. "Don't you give up hope, kid. We found you, we'll find him."

I leave her with those words. I'll be back. But she needs some time to herself. I could see it in her eyes. So I step outside, and chance to gaze up into the night sky.
I take in all the stars in the sky...too many for the human mind to fathom.
I look at the stars...and for the first time, I really, truly...wonder.

The End

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