The Legend Series. . . VII
Legends Live, Legends of Truth
By: Jenn Nistor

Disclaimer: The characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and Walter Skinner are the property of Fox, Chris Carter and 1013 productions. No copyright infringement intended.

Note: This is going to be the last installment for a awhile. . .if you keep on checking my page the next story should be out in mid to late November. The last part of "Parting Legends", the letter written to Mulder, is in the opener of this story, just skip it if you don't want to read it again. This story also jumps around a bit (If I put all I wanted to in each section it would me over a thousand pages long). . . NO M/S ROMANCE in this one, SORRY SHIPPERS. It's actually really different from what I usually write . . . if you don't like it, don't worry, the next one will be back to normal.

SUMMARY: Have they said good-bye?
RATED PG13 for Language

T H E X - F I L E S ~present~

***The Legend Series*** Part 7
Legends Live, Legends of Truth
By: Jenn Nistor (Jenn6092@aol.com)
Classification: A, S

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April 5th, 1999
2:10 AM
Dear Mulder,

In less than seven hours you're going to be giving your resignation
to Skinner and I don't k now where you'll go after that. Will you keep
the apartment, will you move? Will you stay in DC or will they be
sending you away? When will they come for me? I know we said we
were going to wait and say good-bye at the bureau, but for me, it's easier
this way. As you know saying 'good-bye', for me, isn't easy, especially when
I'm the one causing our separation.
I never thought the day would come when I'd be staying with the X-files
and you'd be leaving. I always thought I'd be the one to leave. Promise me
this, Mulder. Promise me that you'll never become one of those black lunged
sons-of bitches, who sits lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting, and
conspiring. Don't become one of them that waits for the Armageddon. You
could do so much better, but because of me you have to join them.
I love you, Mulder. I will always love you and I pray that you will
one day come back to me. Back to our legacy, to our legend. And even
if the day never comes. Even if one of us dies before we can return, we'll
find each other. . . in death we'll find each other. We're solutes,
Mulder. . . Don't ever forget that. Don't forget that you were a good
guy. Don't forget that you were one of the few good men left, fighting
for a cause that most people have forgotten even exists. You're fighting
for truth.
Thanks you. . . You have given me the greatest gift. You've given
me my life. If they truly cure me I won't waste. I'll continue fighting for
what you have spent your whole life trying to win. Some day, love, some
day.
All My Love,
Dana Katherine Scully

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April 20th 1998
Locations Unknown
Around 2:00 in the Afternoon

They had come for her earlier that morning, with out any warning or announcement. Now she lay strapped to a hard bed, with IV's in her arms, and bright lights shinning in her eyes. People kept coming and going, checking her vitals, giving her shots and taking her blood. She had tried to ask them what was going on, but no sound had come when she tried. She had come to the conclusion that they had given her something.

"Dana." a soft voice said from somewhere in the room.

Straining to see above the lights, she focused her attention on the familiar and frightening face of Dr. Scanlon. . . a man who had nearly killed her once, and would most definitely again. Fear filled her as he came closer.

"I won't hurt you." he said softly. "I'm here to explain the procedure of the surgery that you are about to face." he pulled up a chair and sat down beside her bed. "Is there anything I can do for you before I begin."

"Yes." she replied in a voice no louder than a whisper. Then pushing her fear to the back of her mind she gathered up enough strength to ask. "Could you possibly turn down the over head light. It's giving me a headache."

Scanlon smiled and flipped the switch above the bed. "Is that better Dana."

She nodded.

He reached over to the side table and picked up a syringe. "You are going to be placed under anesthesia and the chip that is now in the back of your neck will be removed." he picked up a bottle and pressed the needle into the rubber stopper, then he pulled back the suction and the syringe filled with a clear liquid. After checking it for the correct dosage he continued. "A new chip will then be placed in your neck." his hand went to the back of her neck. "With in twenty four hours no sign of your cancer will remain."

"How?" she choked.

Scanlon shook his head. "Not now Dana." with those words he inserted the needle into the IV that still remained in her harm.

A numbing sensation filled her body as the liquid began to take it's affect, and before she knew what was happening the world went black.

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8:15 PM
Location Unknown

"This will work, won't it?" Mulder asked, staring through the glass window of the operating room where Scully's lifeless body remained.

The man standing next to him nodded. "When she wakes up no trace of the black cancer will remain in her system and she'll be as healthy as she was before she stepped into your life."

"What will you do with her after the surgery?"

"She'll be taken back to her apartment and placed into her own bed." the man took the last drag of his dying cigarette and flicked it onto the tile floor. "You won't have to worry, no harm will come to her. . .I made you a promise and I always keep my promises."

Mulder eyed the man suspiciously. "You'll never hurt her, right?"

Cancer man laughed. "Fox, I'll never have a reason to hurt her, will I?" he asked, studying the younger man. "I don't see a reason to hurt her. The only one I can see is that if someone were to not honor his end of the contract, but I don't have to worry about that, do I?"

"No." Mulder replied, clenching his hands into tight fists. "The agreement stands." His eyes fell on his partners still form. She looked so peaceful and he wished he could go in there and gather her into his arms. But it couldn't happen, it would never happen again. He had to fight two of Cancer Man's men to get the chance to whiteness her surgery. It wasn't so much that he didn't trust the treatment, it had cured her once before, it was just the fact that she had left without saying good-bye and he wanted to see her one last time. One last time before they sent him away.

"Take her image in, embrace it, and preserve this last vision." the man said, knowing what he was thinking. "This is the last look you are going to be getting in a long time."

"I know. . . " he said sadly. "Unfortunately I know."

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April 21st, 1999
2:20 A.M.
Dana Scully's Apartment

Her dreams were filled with visions of demons. . . of dark shadows creeping closer and closer. Circles of aliens and mutants danced around her, growling her name. Their red, evil eyes penetrating her soul. She tried to scream but no sound came. She tried to run away but no matter how fast she ran they were still there, coming one step closer to catching her. 'Mulder.' the one and only word she could utter remained on her lips. The red eyes. . .surrounded her.

The dreams changed. . . She was now in a white room with lights shining down on her. Men wearing white suits and doctors masks hovered above her. She tried to scream, but a tube was down her throat, blocking her sound. Her arms were tied down at her sides and strange machines surrounded her. She could hear women in the distance crying, one saying her name.

"Dana." the gentle voice repeated over and over again. "Dana."

She could just make out the faint outline of a women, wearing a hospital gown, approaching the men to speak with them. Then a soft hand clenched hers. Her eyes met the woman's and for a brief moment she felt comforted in the strange surroundings, but it ended all too quickly.. A red light came baring down on her.

Her dreams changed once again. She was sitting beside a row of graves. She was dressed in black and her eyes were filled with tears. The skies were dark and the stench of rain and death hung in the air.

~Melissa Scully~ The first grave read.

She focused her attention on the next.

~William Scully~

When her eyes fell to the next, fear welled up deep with in her chest. 'It can't be.' she thought. 'It can't be.'

~Fox Mulder~

Once again fear welled up deep with in her. 'No!' her mind screamed. She tried not to look, but his name jumped out at her like heavy boulders. Every direction she faced a grave with the names of her loved ones jumped out at her. Then as if something was willing her, she turned around and noticed another grave farther back in the marsh. She took one step foreword, then another until she was looking directly down into an open, freshly dug grave. Relief washed over her. . .no one was dead yet. Then ask if on cue, her eyes rose to see the grave marker for the first time.

~Dana Katherine Scully~

"No!" she screamed and before she knew what was happening strong hands pushed her into the wet earth.

* * *
Scully bolted up in bed. She couldn't breath, sweat poured down her temples. It had only been a dream but it seemed so real. A dull, aching pain throbbed in the back of her neck. Slowly, but gently, she reached up and ran her fingers over the area of pain. Sure enough a small bandage was there. . . She had only a slight recollection of what had happened, but found it strange that she was at home and not at a hospital.

She had half expected to wake up strapped to a bed in some bright white room, hooked up to machines, with tubes down her throat and IV's in her arms. She had not been expecting waking up in her own bed to the annoying sound of utter silence. Rolling onto her side she glanced at the clock

~2:30 A.M.~

'Why do I feel so sick?' she wondered as a wave of nausea washed over her.

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April 23rd, 1999
In the Air
7:20 P.M.

Mulder stared sullenly down at the lights on the ground. He was on his way back to England, back to where he had gone to school and back to where his pain had begun. He wasn't even sure why he had agreed to it, but he knew why they had picked a location so far from Washington DC. They wanted him as far away from Scully as possible and as close to their headquarters as they could get him.

"What are you thinking?" the man sitting next to him asked.

"That I still don't know your name." he lied. "And I'm on a plane going half way around the world with you and I don't even know why."

The man smiled. "You want to know my name?" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of nicotine gum and shoved a piece into his mouth. "You mean after all these years you still don't remember."

"Remember what?" Mulder asked.

"Who you are of course?" he replaced the gum and pulled out his wallet. Then opening it up he pulled out a picture and handed it to him.

"What's this?" he took the picture.

"Look."

Mulder gasped as the image appeared before his eyes. It was a picture of three children. Two boys and a little girl. The girl was only about two, but it didn't take long for him to recognize her. She was sitting in a sandbox, with her dark hair pulled back into pigtails and her eyes were bright with excitement. The boy who stood behind her, he did not recognize, but the boy next to her he did. He was about four years older than the other two, with light hair and green eyes. There was no mistaking it, the two children were him and Samantha.

"Remember?"

Mulder looked up. "I already know you were her real father." he said slowly and carefully. "And that she was taken so that she would be spared from our worlds fate." he paused. "But why did my father chose her, if he knew she was your daughter and not his."

"What would you give to know the truth?" Cancer Man asked.

"I don't know."

The man shook his head. "That's not and answer. What would you give up? What would you do to know who I am and my connection to your family?"

"I'd die." Mulder replied truthfully.

Cancer Man grinned and nodded. "That's the first step my boy. That is the first sacrifice you have to be willing to make in order to know the truth."

"I have to die?"

"You have to be willing to die." Cancer Man corrected. "You have to be willing to sacrifice your life for the cause, without fear, without hesitation and without resistance."

"Is it worth it?" Mulder asked studying the older man carefully. There was something about his eyes that saddened him. They seemed so empty, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Is all that you learn and understand worth the price you pay for it?"

After some thought, Cancer Man shook his head. "No, but it's the only way. Family, freedom, companionship and love are the things that you must sacrifice to be saved and I haven't really even sacrificed all of it."

"How so?"

"Are you willing to die for the cause?"

"Yes."

"all right." the Cancer Man turned and faced him. "Then I'll start with my relationship with your mother and father."

"No. . . start with your name." Mulder instructed. "Give me your name."

"Anson." the man said barley above a whisper. . "Anson Mulder."

Tears filled Mulder's eyes as he realized what was happening. "What was it?" he asked. "Two brothers in love with one woman. . . a love triangle unfolds. The better gets the woman and the other has to chose."

Anson shook his head. "I am William Mulder's brother and I always loved your mother." he paused. "She loved me as well, but she loved Bill too. I was away and when I got back into town they were married. He had taken her away." he turned away from Mulder and looked straight ahead. "That didn't stop me, though. I pulled him into the group, I kept him busy and moved in on his lovely wife. Our affair continued on and off until I married a young woman I had met through your mother. I tried to love her, but I couldn't forget your mother."

"What happened?"

"I had three children." he replied pointing to the picture. "Three wonderful children."