Dear God... By Sunrize Skubadivr@aol.com Classification- H(I hope!), maybe V(how do you classify a letter?) Rating- G Spoilers- The End, THE X-FILES: FTF Archive Info- Anywhere and everywhere, as long as my name & email are attached Disclaimer- What good does this do? Us writers do this time & time again, but CC & Co STILL decided to punish us by waiting until NOVEMBER for the season 6 premiere...AGAIN! But, just so I don't get attacked by their lawyers, I don't own these characters, I only own the angel. And I'm not making money from this, so you don't have to worry. Summary- A letter from a disgruntled angel See authors' notes at the end MAJOR MOVIE SPOILERS BELOW! ---------------------------------------------------------- Dear God- May I ask what I've ever done to deserve this? I mean, sure, there was that time that I held up that teensy convenience store in Daytona, but I didn't shoot anyone! And after I was caught, I did my time like a good girl. I even was released early for good behavior. Of course, I then promptly got arrested for crack possession and given another two years in the big house, but still! This detail you've stuck me with really takes the cake. You know these two, Scully & Mulder? Well, they're impossible to keep up with. If I weren't already dead, I'd have surely died by now. In their everyday lives, they encounter mutants, monsters, extraterrestrials, and the ever- popular government conspiracies. I've saved both of them from these things numerous times. Over five years, I think they've been pulled back from the brink of death...um, well I lost count how many times. Would you like know what they've done this time? Well, too bad, I'm gonna tell you anyway. It started with the closing - slash - burning of the X-Files. Even thought the files were closed, they were allowed to remain partners, and were promptly sent to Dallas to investigate a bomb threat. Mulder discovered the bomb in a building across the street and got locked in a room with it. So with a bit of my assistance, Scully and some guys were able to get at him. He escaped, and to make a long story short, the building blew to heaven and Squirrel and Moose were blamed for it. I did my part to keep them from too harsh of consequences, but they still ended up separated. After some wild adventure back in Texas; during which I had to protect them several times, Scully was reassigned to Salt Lake City. Instead of taking it, she resigned. While at Mulder's apartment informing him of this, the best thing that I've ever seen happened. They kissed. Actually, not really. It lasted about one-half of a second, until Scully got stung by some be she carried back from Texas with her. Mulder nearly panicked, but I, reeling in the magnificent moment, still had the sense to direct him to call 911. Unfortunately, the ambulance that came was one sent by the Syndicate to take Scully to an airport for transport to Antarctica. The driver took a shot at Mulder, and due to me making his arm tremble, just knicked his head. Sure, he was taken to the hospital, but SuperMulder refuses to stay down unless Scully is intimidating him to do so. Well, he just happens to run into that British guy who's got nice hands. He gives him a cure, tells him where Scully is, and after Mulder leaves, his car blows up. I happen to know he's not dead, though, because I would be alerted if anyone associated with these two checked in. So somehow, SuperMulder makes it to Antarctica and finds Scully, but with now lack of bumps, scrapes, and contusions. After he discovered her, I helped her to start breathing again. Quickly he administered the inoculation, but I had to help her with her motor skills, forcing her legs to move so they could escape. Finally they made it to the surface and I had minimal time to relax. I was, however, able to watch the small miracle of Mulder re-discovering his faith. It was amazing, but I had little time to enjoy it. I had to get the two exhausted, freezing agents out of there fast. Forcing them to get up and walk to Mulder's abandoned snowcat was nearly impossible. But they did it, by gosh, and we able to radio for help. Then they promptly collapsed. The rescue helicopter came in a matter of minutes, and soon Squirrel & Moose were on the road to recovery. Within three days, Scully was back in front of the FBI committee, arguing for the truth and the reopening of the X-Files. With only a teensy bit of intervention on my part, the files were reopened. Well God? I've survived five long years with these two. I've been working hard and I think I've paid for what I did on Earth. Besides, a sole angel isn't what these two need. They need a football team, or possibly an army. So Big Guy, could I be reassigned somewhere else, far away from these two? How does Mars sound? Yours Truly, A very exhausted Guardian Angel named Holly ------------------------------------------------ End! Authors Note- I know, after committing those crimes & stuff, you probably wouldn't become an angel, but I'm not to worried about it. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Comments to me at Skubadivr@aol.com All of my fanfic is at my fanfic page http://members.aol.com/Skubadivr/LBstory.index.html