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The last part. Finally!

Valentine's Day, part 7
by 
Tamani R. Green

10:13 a.m.
Calumet Mercy Hospital

    Mulder and Amy sat in a waiting room. The sat facing each other on
opposite sides of the room. Scully had been rushed to emergency 
surgery. Peter had gotten lucky and sliced a major artery. The two had
been silent, although Mulder's agile brain whirled with a thousand
questions. Finally he spoke.
    "Amy?"
    "Hmm?"
    "How did you come back? When we found you, you were - pardon the
expession - deader than a doornail."
    "Facing down Peter was something I had to do. And not even death
could keep me from it."
    "What do you mean?"
    "There are larger forces out there than even you may be able to 
comprehend. I'm just here, doing what I'm supposed to do."
    "And what is that?"
    "I don't know yet. But until whatever purpose I am here for is 
done, I just have to go with it."
    She got up, went to Mulder and knelt facing away from him. Sweeping
aside her hair, he saw the small mark at the back of her neck. Amy
stood and faced him, a small smile on her face.
    "You too?"
    "Yep. A feeble attempt to stop whatever it is I'm supposed to do.
Just like Agent Scully. They almost got her, you know."
    Thinking back to that time she was missing and the agonizing days
before she regained consciousness, he quietly said, "I know."
    "Today was a test. And I passed it. It proved something, I don't
know what. I suspect I'll find out in the days to come. Just as Scully
has a purpose here that keeps her alive."
    She went and sat back down in her chair. Mulder looked at Amy like
he'd never seen her before. And the doctor who operated on Scully came
in. Mulder got up to talk to him. Amy looked at the two of them with a 
smile on her face. The doctor told Mulder that Scully was going to be
all right. She had lost a lot of blood but she was going to be good as
new in no time. 
    "Did you hear that Amy? Scully's gonna be all right."
    "I heard. Good. All is as it should be." She got up and walked by
him. "Goodbye, Agent Mulder. Tell Agent Scully I said both hello and
goodbye." She started off down the hallway. She turned back about 
halfway to the doors. "By the way, Happy Valentine's Day, Agent Mulder."
And she walked out of the hospital.

End.
I know, I know. Somewhat unsatisfactory, but what else was I to do 
without it descending into pure, unadulterated cheeze?