ROSES FOR REMEMBRANCE 



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Mother's Day, 2002 



Dana is in the kitchen, getting William's breakfast, when the 
doorbell rings.  

Maggie Scully, in the living room, calls "I'll get it, Dana" 
and by the time Dana comes out of the kitchen, drying her 
hands on a towel, her mother has shut the door and is 
standing in the middle of the living room with her arms full 
of roses.  

Maggie puts them down on the coffee table with a puzzled 
frown, glancing across the room to the massive arrangement 
which arrived yesterday from Mulder. 

"More flowers, Dana!  Who else would be sending you flowers 
for Mother's Day?"  

"I don't know, Mom, who brought them?"

"I didn't see.  When I opened the door they were just there 
lying on the floor."

Dana sighs.  So many flowers, these last few days.  The 
funeral . . . no, don't go there.  It's still too painful.

Sitting down on the couch, the flowers on the coffee table in 
front of her, she rips open the envelope with the typewritten 
"Dana Scully" on the front.

Inside, a Mothers Day card with a picture of a teddy bear, 
blue ribbons and forget-me-nots, but no signature, only a 
folded piece of paper.

On the paper, yesterday's date at the top, then three lines 
of anonymous typescript.

It takes a second or two for the significance to sink in.  

Three short lines, three sentences.  Three messages, the 
significance of which would be known to no-one else in the 
world, except her.

"Hi, Cutie"

"You're still hot"

"I still owe you $20"

Maggie can't understand why Dana is just sitting there, 
staring at the roses, smiling as if the sun has come out for 
the first time for weeks.  Smiling, then laughing in sheer 
delight and relief and amazement.  Suddenly a weight has been 
lifted off her shoulders, and the world for a short while is 
a better place.  She walks across the room and picks up the 
new photograph that's only stood there a couple of weeks, of 
the three Gunmen smiling out of the picture at her.  Langly, 
Frohike, Byers.  

They did it!  I should have known they'd find a way out.  How 
did they do it?

Why didn't they tell me before?  Boys, am I gonna kick your 
asses next time I see you!

She looks up at her mother looking at her as if she's taken 
leave of her senses.  "I'm sorry, Mom, I can't tell you yet.  
Maybe one day."


END