Title: Mulder's Creek: 23 Grave Secrets
Author: Neoxphile 
Author Email: neoxphile@aol.com 
Rating: PG-13 
Category: X-File , Friendship 
Keywords: Pre-XF, Alternate universe, Crossover 
Pairings: Mulder/Scully Romance, Doggett/Reyes romance 
Crossover Info: Dawson's Creek 
Spoilers: X-Files seasons 1-8, Dawson's creek seasons 1-4 
Summary: Reyes and Fowley make a grim discovery that defies 
logic. 


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Opening scene

Mulder looks a second time to make sure that their parents are not in
earshot before he drags his sister up stairs, shuts the door firmly
and begins to talk to her in hushed tones in his room.

"How could you not let me know you could talk?" He hisses at her.

"You kept telling me not to let myself be pressured into speaking."
Sam says defensively.

"I meant Mom and Dad!" He exclaims.

"Oh, I see how it is, it was good policy as long as I didnt apply it
to you too. Youre going to narc on me now, arent you?" She demands
to know.

Mulder stares at her, wondering how someone who had never seen
fireworks would have knowledge of that sort of slang. "No. No Im not
going to narc on you, thank you very much. What sort of person do
you take me for?"

"I dont know, Mulder. I like you, but I havent known about any
longer than Price hasI trust you though, which is why I decided to
talk to you tonight." Sam says evenly, not realizing how much it
hurts him to realize that she didnt spend her whole life waiting to
meet him as he had her.

Mulder tries to keep the pain off his face so he can talk to her
about what really matters. "Yeah, ok. Hows it going to be now? Are
you just going to start talking to everyone now?"

"I dont think so. I agree with one thing youve said, Mom and Dad
are going to have a hell of a lot of questions if they know I can
answer them. Playing dumb, no pun intended, is working pretty well
for me." Sam tells him.

"If you want to play it this way, thats your choice. But I do have a
new piece of advice for you."

"Whats that?" Sam asks.

"Cooperate with Zane a little more. You know, add a word or two this
week to what youre willing to try to say. Otherwise, things might
backfire on you, and youll end up in special ed classes."

"Ok." 

Mulder pretends to punch her in the shoulder. "Youre going to have
to be talking for real before school starts, you know."

"I know" Sam sighs. "Im just not ready yet." 

"You and me, kid, have a lot of talking to do in the near future."
Mulder tells her, wondering how theyll do that and still keep their
parents in the dark about it.

**
Theme song- "Stranded" By Plumb
**

Friday morning, Potter home

Scully walks into the living room and is surprised to see her nephew,
who has apparently dressed himself, huddled up on the couch. Scully
looks at him in concern, because, in addition to his morose
expression, he also has his thumb in his mouth. Since he has long
since given up sucking his thumb while awake, she worries.

"Whats wrong, Alex?" She asks gently. Unshed tears shine in his eyes
as he mumbles something she cant understand. "Sweetie, Ive told you
before that I cant hear you if you talk with your thumb in your
mouth." She reminds him.

His thumb comes out of his mouth with an audible pop. "I wanna take
Fox for a walk, but mommy said Im too little. And she wont go wit
me, neither."

Scully admires his tan for a moment, and shakes her head slightly.
Its been a long time since she was too little to do something she
wanted to do, rather than merely be too young by law. "So hows about
I take Fox for a walk, and you come with us?"

"Yes!" He shouts, scrambling off the couch in search of the puppys
leash. As soon as hes got it in his hand, a small hyperactive ball
of reddish fur trails behind him giving excited yips. Scully resists
the urge to roll her eyes as the preschooler and the puppy get each
other even more wound up. In the end shes not sure which is harder:
getting Alexander into his shoes, or Fox into his harness.

"Come on, you two." Scully says, herding them both towards the door.
"We need to get back before eleven so you can go to preschool."

"Weve making paper match A today!" Alex exclaims, bounding out the
door while Fox struggles on the end of his leash to keep up with him.
"Aunt Scully, whats paper match A?" He asks her. Scully cant
contain her giggles, and has to give herself a minute before she can
explain what paper mache is.

**

Afternoon, Lindley home

Grams kisses Fowleys cheek and reminds both girls that there is
stuff to make sandwiches in the fridge.

"Grams, we can handle lunch. Go on and enjoy yourself." Fowley tells
her, trying to get her grandmother to go out on her date without
wringing her hands in guilt.

"I know youre capable girls, but I still think I ought to have made
lunch for you" Grams trails off doubtfully.

"Well be fine, Mrs. Lindley. You dont want to make Mr. Brooks worry
about where you are, do you?" Reyes asks with a winsome smile,
knowing that shed just given the older woman something else to worry
about instead.

"Youre right. I mustnt be rude to him" Grams said, finally going
out the door.

"Bye Grams!" Fowley called cheerfully after her.

"Wow, I never realized that you were this spoiled." Reyes comments.

"What do you mean?" 

"I bet you have never made a meal since youve lived with Grams.
Skinner and I do all of the cooking in our house, even for our dad."
Reyes explains.

"Ohsince youre right about that, I guess I am a bit spoiled."
Fowley admits. "Anyway, ready to call Spender?"

"Since talking to him might be cathartic I guess so." Reyes replies
doubtfully.

"All right then. Im going to put him on speaker phone so we can both
hear him, ok?"

"Sure." 

Fowley picks up the phone and dials. "Hi, could I speak to Spender
please? Thanks." She reaches down and switches to speaker phone as
she waits for him to come on the line.

"Spender." He answers.

"Hi Spender. This is Fowley. Ive got Reyes here with me." She says,
wondering if hell immediately hang up when he finds out who it is.

"What do you want?" His voice comes back, sounding less than
friendly.

"We wanted to talk to you about a few things." Fowley tells him.

"Like what?" 

"Like the e-mails you sent me." Reyes says.

"Oh." 

"Oh?" Fowley says loudly, trying to keep her temper. "Youre not
going to deny you sent them?"

"You wouldnt believe me if I did deny it, so why bother?" He asks.

"Why did you send them?" Fowley demands.

"I cant tell you that." He replies.

"Why not?" Reyes asks.

"Its not the right time to." 

"Whens the right time?" Fowley asks icily.

"Look, this isnt the sort of thing that I want to talk to about on
the phone, ok? If you meet me on Wednesday, Ill tell you every
thing." Spender says calmly.

"Meet you where?" Reyes asks.

"Call me Monday, and Ill tell you then." Spender says before he
hangs up on them.

"I cant believe him!" Fowley exclaims.

"Guess well have to call him Monday." Reyes says with a sigh.

**

That night, Capeside Pizzeria

Mulder tries to see how far he can get his slice of pizza away from
the rest of the pie before the cheese reaches the limits of its
elasticity and breaks. "Eight inches!" He crows, apropos of nothing.

"What??" Scully asks sharply, turning to look at him.

"I got the slice of pizza eight inches away from the rest of the
pizza before the cheese broke." Mulder tells her, wondering why she
has a strange look on her face. "What did you think I was talking
about?"

Scully deftly changes the subject. "You said you had some incredible
news about something that happened last night?"

Mulder still wants her to admit what shed thought hed meant, but
decided to let it pass. "Youve got to keep this to yourself but"

"But what?" Scully asks.

"Sam talks." Mulder tells her quietly.

"You mean Zane has got her to say something?" Scully asks, thinking
of how the other girls had been so smitten by the handsome young man.

"No, I mean she talks as well as you and I do." Mulder says.

"Mulder"

"Honest to God, Scully. I nearly crapped myself when she started
talking to me during the fireworks last night."

"Are you sure it was her you heard?" Scully asks doubtfully. "The
fireworks are really loud, so maybe you just thought it was her
talking."

"If she hadnt talked to me again when we got home, Id probably
doubt my own sanity as much as the look on your face suggests you
do."

Scully has the grace to look embarrassed. "Mulder, I dont think
youre crazy, but"

"Whatever. She talks. But, she says shes only going to talk to me.
Which sort of reminds me of that Porky Pig cartoon with the dead
frog that sings hello my baby only to Porky. Everyone he tries to
tell thinks hes insane because all they see is a dead frog." Mulder
says.

"Do you think its healthy to identify with cartoon characters?"
Scully teases him.

"Silly me to think youd take me seriously and be supportive" Mulder
grouses.

"That was pretty silly of you-" Scully says, then shrieks as Mulder
threatens her with a slice of pizza.

**

Monday afternoon, McPhee home

Since Mr. McPhee is at work, and Skinner is as well, Reyes and Fowley
decide to call Spender from the McPhee house where no one would be
around to overhear the conversation. Reyes picks up the phone and
dials the number that Fowley supplies them.

"Spender." He answers, obviously having anticipated their phone call.

"Its Fowley and Reyes." They tell him.

"Obviously. Meet me in the cave on Three-Tree Island, and Ill answer
any questions you two care to put to me." He says.

The girls look at each other in dismay, they hadnt expected him to
want to meet in a cave. Why a cave?" Fowley demands.

"Its private." He says flatly. "You should be able to see it along
the shoreline. Youll need a rowboat to get there, though, unless you
can swim as well as I can. Be there at two pm on Wednesday."

"Before you hang up on us, wont you at least tell us what you had
hoped to gain from the faade?" Reyes asks.

"Ask me on Wednesday." He says, then hangs up on them, leaving the
two of them to listen to the dial tone in disgust.

**

Wednesday morning

Mulder is sacked out on the couch, feigning interest in reading a
book Scully insisted he read. He doesnt really find "Shes Come
Undone" by Wally Lamb to be that interesting, despite Scully and
Reyes claiming that its "the best book ever," but it provides a
reason for him to be within hearing range of the kitchen. This way he
can spy on his sisters speech secession without doing it overtly.

"Samantha, lots of kids find that no is a pretty easy word to start
with. In fact its often a toddlers favorite word, as Im sure your
family is going to find out within the next year and a half." Zane
says. As if on cue, Price, who Mulder is keeping an eye on, begins to
fuss because his swing has wound down, so Mulder goes and winds it
again, and misses part of what Zane is saying to Sam. "so you give
it a shot."

Mulder pretends to read his book, worrying about the long silence
that follows the request. Finally he hears, "Nuhnuhhhh.No."

"Great work! Try it again." Zane says encouragingly. Mulder is glad
his back is turned to Zane so the man cant see his smirk.

"No." 

"Wonderful." Zane praises her, and talks to her at length about
things that dont interest Mulder.

Eventually Mrs. Leary comes into the living room and takes Price out
of the baby swing. "Have you been a good boy for Mulder?" She asks
the infant, who merely looks up at her with his midnight blue eyes.

"No!" Sam chirps, in reply to her question, from the next room.
Mulder takes his brother before a startled Gale drops him.

"Mulderam I imagining things, or did she just say no?" Mrs. Leary
whispers.

"Youre not imagining it." Mulder says with a grin. "And dont worry,
the little guy here was pretty well behaved, despite Sams opinion on
the matter." Mulder tells her as he settles back on the couch with
his brother on his lap. Price kicks the book Mulder is still holding
right out of Mulders hand, so he decides that the baby doesnt hold
the story in high regard either.

Mrs. Learys eagerness to interrupt the speech secession shows on her
face, but she takes a deep breath and scurries back upstairs,
claiming that she has something that needs to be done before she
talks to Zane. "Yeah, right." Mulder whispers to Price as he reaches
for the remote control.

**

2pm, in the water

Fowley stops rowing for a moment and wipes the sweat from her
forehead with the back of one hand. "I think I see it," she says,
pointing at a dark spot along the shore.

Reyes peers in that direction for a moment. "Thats definitely what
he was describing. A shallow cave right off of the islands shore."

She and Fowley pick up the pace of their rowing, and soon are looking
for a place to dock along the shore. "There. We can rope the rowboat
to that big rock." Fowley says as she and Reyes jump out into the
shallow water and tie their knots. Once theyre satisfied that the
boat is secure, they make their way to the shore.

"I wish Id worn shorts." Reyes moans, as she looks down at her
jeans, which are soaked nearly to the knees.

"Youll probably be glad for the jeans, wet or not, once we get into
that cave. Who knows what sort of things could be crawling around in
there?" Fowley punctuates her statement with a shudder.

"Good call." Reyes agrees, thinking of spiders and bugs. "Any idea
why he insisted that we meet him out here?"

"God only knows. I think he gets off on making this as difficult as
possible." Fowley proclaims bitterly.

"At least hes agreed to meet us and explain why he did it. That
should be very interesting to hear." Reyes says, her cheeks becoming
red at the memory of how long it took her to catch on to his lies.

"Yeah" Fowley says with a sigh, as they reach the mouth of the cave.
"Spender, were here." She calls in. Nothing greets them in return
but the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the shore.
"Spender?" After a moment she turns to Reyes. "Maybe hes not here
yet."

Reyes is about to nod in agreement when she suddenly gets the feeling
that hes already there. "I think hes in the cave, Fowley." She
tells her without explaining the feeling.

"Youre right. He could be hiding on us." Fowley says. "From
everything you showed me, he might well be unhinged enough to try to
scare us by jumping out at us or something."

"Or he could be hurt." Reyes suggests, shivering.

"I suppose." Fowley says, ducking into the cave. "He always was a
klutz."

Something crunches underfoot, making Reyes jump. "What was that??" 

Fowley steps into the shadows so more light can come in through the
mouth of the cave. They both glance down where Reyes had stepped.
"Just a mussel shell. This cave must fill up a bit during the tides."
Fowley tells her.

Reyes peers into the milky darkness to either side of the caves
mouth. "Sure. Its is a lot bigger than I thought it would be, we can
even stand up without our heads touching the ceiling. This cave has
got to be 20 feet wide. This is some hill its carved out of..."
Reyes rambles nervously, looking at how the cave stretches away in
both directions. "I hope we find him soon and get out of here, the
cave being big doesnt make me feel any better."

"Whats the matter, are you afraid of bears being in here?" Fowley
teases.

"Not unless they swam over from the mainland, since this is an
awfully small island." Reyes retorts. "I justhave a bad feeling
about this place."

As she moves, Fowley feels something bump against her leg. "Oh! I
completely forgot that we have a flashlight. I think we ought to turn
it on now, you think?"

"Nah, I think we ought to walk around in here in the dark." 

"Well if you want" Fowley giggles as Reyes swats at her. She snaps
it on, and its dim light gives them an idea of what the cave is like.
"Wow, there are lots of shells in here. It must flood all the time."

Reyes nods in agreement. "Spender?" She shouts, listening to her
voice echoing in the cave. "Come on out, were here to talk to you!"

"Do you suppose there are passages in here? We cant even see the
back of the cave from here." Fowley complains, taking a few steps
forward.

"I guess so. Too bad we didnt think to ask the Witters if we could
borrow one of their police flashlights. Those things will light up an
entire field. But then, wed of had to explain why were in a cave,
waiting to talk to your ex-boyfriend." Reyes says ruefully. "So I
guess well have to make due with an inferior, store-bought one."

They continue to make their way through the litter of debris, which
in time contains pieces of driftwood and small rocks. After five
minutes or so, glancing behind them, the mouth of the cave is only a
dim pinprick of light behind them. Eventually the flashlight picks
out the back wall of the cave. Fowley begins methodically sweeping
the back wall with the light, looking for passages. "I dont know,
Reyes, maybe hes really not in here." She says halfway through the
sweep.

"Hes here." Reyes insists.

A few seconds later they do find an opening in the cave wall. "Do we
really want to go in there?" Fowley asks doubtfully.

"Maybe we should make sure there arent any other passages first."
Reyes suggests.

Fowley begins her sweep again, and Reyes sees a large pile of
driftwood over towards the side-wall of the cave. For a moment it
strikes her as strange that so much would be caught up into the
corner of the cave like that, until Fowley screams.

Fowley rushes forward, and Reyes has to follow her least she be left
alone in the dark. As Fowley begins to sob, the fact that she was
mistaken about the stuff being driftwood finally penetrates her mind.
Instead of wood and dead leaves, it becomes clear that the light is
shining on the remains of a human being.

Reyes blinks as she looks down at the bones and dirty rags of
clothing that havent entirely rotted away, though the flesh has. She
looks over at Fowley in concern. "Fowley, well just call Doggetts
dad and tell him that theres a skeleton in here. Dont cry, its not
anyone we know."

Fowleys shoulders shake as she cries. Finally in a strangled voice
she says, "You dont get it. Look at the ring, look at it!"

Reyes nearly tells her shed rather not, but it seems important to
Fowley, so she crouches down so she can look at the ring that by some
chance still clings to the bony finger. It seems like an unremarkable
class ring at first, but then she realizes that the year on the side
of it is their classs. For a moment her mind reels, because there
have been no news reports of any of their classmates going missing
this summer. She tilts her head so she can see the far side of the
ring, where she knows the initials will be.

As soon as she reads it she stumbles back with her hand over her
mouth, and trips over something on the cave floor and lands on her
butt. The ring says "S.M." on it, and there is only one person in
their class, besides Skinner, who has a different ring, with those
initials- Spender. "How?" She wails, her mind in a fog of confusion.
"We talked to him yesterday."

"No we didnt." Fowley replies in an emotionless voice that worries
Reyes more than her crying had. "We couldnt have. This body has been
here a long time."

"So maybe someone stole his ring, or someone has been impersonating
him." Reyes suggests desperately.

"No one stole his ring, because I can tell this is the outfit he was
wearing the day he fell off the dock." Fowley says, tears running
down her cheeks again. "They never did find his body"

"But weve seen him since then!" Reyes exclaims.

"Have we? Or have we only thought we have?" 

Reyes stares at her. "What are you suggesting, that weve been
spending time communicating with a ghost?"

Fowley nods slightly. "I thinkmaybe we have. Maybe he came back so
we could find his body and he could finally get some rest. " She
laughs hollowly. "After all he did promise that if we met him here,
wed find out why he did everything he has."

Reyes nearly tells her that thats crazy, but she cant think of a
more plausible explanation herself. She follows Fowley silently,
hoping that the authorities will provide a more logical answer once
they retrieve the body.

**

11pm, Lindley home

Fowley lets the tears fall down her cheeks as she tries to make sense
of everything that happened. She chocks back a laugh as she thinks
about her first conversation with Spender after his seemingly
miraculous return to her life. The conversation only took place after
I regained consciousness, she thought, finally giving into the urge
to giggle, thinking about how she had fainted at the first sight of
him.

*

Fowley realized that she was being talked to. She opened her eyes and
looked up at her grandmother.

"Ah, theres my girl. I didnt know how long you were going to be
out, so we put you on the couch. You didnt cut yourself when you
fainted, but I think theyre going to need to replace your cast. The
tea made quite a mess of it."

"Thats ok, Im supposed to get a walking cast anyway." Fowley
mumbled. Her eyes flickered from one corner of the room to the other,
looking for Spender." Did I? Iswas Spender here?" Fowley asked,
hoping it too was a dream like the nightmare she had earlier.

"Oh yes. He went upstairs to get a pillow for you." 

Ok, Fowley thought, this isnt happening, but Ive got to pretend
that I dont realize it. Any second now, a dead man is going to walk
into the room and Im supposed to not be shocked about it.

Spender walked into the room carrying a pillow, shield-like, wearing
a tentative smile. Fowley watched him ease himself into a chair, and
marveled at the thoroughness of her hallucination. His hair has grown
a little since he died, and his tan is faded. He seemed to notice her
acute examination of him, because he said, "Im not dead."

"Ok." She agreed placidly.

"You dont believe me." 

"No, but Im supposed to. How can it be my delusion if I dont
embrace the madness?"

"Youre not delusion because Im really not dead." 

Fowley smiled and said, "But you are. I was there when you died,
remember? Oh, well, I guess not, but I do. You fell off the dock, and
never came up. I cried at your funeral three days later. You drown,
youre dead, and this conversation cant be happening because Grams
doesnt believe in ghosts and neither do I."

"Did you see my body?" Spender asked pointblank.

"They never found your body. Everyone supposes it washed out to sea."
Fowley replied.
 
(excerpt from episode 2x04 "Mulders Creek: Dead Man Walking")

*

Oh Spender, she sniffs, swatting the tears off her cheeks, weve
found it now. I hope this means youll be able to rest.

**

Thursday afternoon, Leary home

"Mom, Im taking Sam for ice cream." Mulder calls up the stairs.
"Ill need to borrow the car."

"Fine with me!" His mother calls. Price is being very cooperative
about his diaper change, so shes so distracted that shed probably
had okd a trip to France.

"Ok, were going then!" Mulder says, rushing Sam out the door. 

When they get into the car Sam gives him a skeptical look and says,
"I bet were not really going for ice cream."

"Sure we are." Mulder tells her. "But were going to talk in the car
since you probably wont say a word in the ice cream place."

"Obviously. What are we supposed to talk about?" she asks.

Mulder glances at her for a second before returning his gaze to the
road. "Since this is a short drive and we dont have a lot of time,
lets get right to the important part. Where have you been for your
whole life?"

Sam shrugs, but then realizes that Mulder isnt looking at her. "Im
not sure."

"Youre not sure?" He asks, a slight note of sarcasm creeping into
his voice.

"I mean, a lot of the time I was too young to remember, you know?"
Sam says. "But I was in the same place for about the past five
years."

"Where was that?" Mulder asks as he pulls up in front of the ice
cream place

"New Mexico." Sam tells him, reaching for the doorknob. "I want
chocolate ice cream."

Mulder opens his mouth to ask her more questions, than realizes that
its pointless since shes already out of the car, and wont say
anything else while theyre around other people. He shakes his head
and follows her into the building, at least theyll be able to talk
again on the way home.

After a two minute wait, he ordered two chocolate ice cream cones.
"Hey Sam, this is something we have in common." He says, and she only
nods in return and signs I like chocolate. They take a seat in the
booth, since Mulder has already been lectured about the importance of
not eating in his mothers car if he values his driving privileges.

Hes about halfway through his cone when he feels someone tap his
shoulder. Looking up, he sees Skinner standing behind him holding a
vanilla cone. "Do you mind if I join you two?"

"No, go ahead." Mulder says, sliding over to make room.

"Have you heard the news yet?" Skinner asks.

"What news?" Mulder asks, giving him a puzzled look.

"Spender is deI mean, my sister and Fowley found his body in a cave
yesterday."

"His body??" 

"Well, his bones, anyway. Everyone is freaking out because it looks
like hes been there for a long time. Since last year, maybe."
Skinner says.

"But that doesnt make any sense. Weve seen him this year." Mulder
says in a stunned tone.

"I know. I told you everyone was freaking out." Skinner says,
sounding as puzzled. "Hey, could you give me a ride home? Im
supposed to be at the Ice House tonight, and if I walk back Im going
to be really pressed for time."

Mulder thought, oh no, then I wont have any time to talk to Sam
since we live so close, but found himself saying, "Sure, no problem."

**

11am Saturday, Capeside Cemetery

Unlike the memorial service nearly a year before, it appears as
though the whole town has come to pay their respects to Spender
Morgan. Dental records revealed that body is indeed one Spender
Morgan, age 16, who died the summer before. The official theory is
that he had fallen into the water and drown as originally suspected,
but his body had washed into the cave during an unusually high tide,
and caught on a rock instead of washing back out. The fact that there
was a drought kept the water levels low enough that there wasnt
another tide high enough to reach the back of the cave and wash the
bones out again.

Which, Reyes thinks as she stands next to Fowley during the service,
does nothing to explain why hundreds of people have seen him between
November and July. Most people just shrug and wont say anything more
about it than it is "strange." A few people whisper amongst
themselves about ghosts, but fewer believe it. Most people seem to be
pretending that they never saw him.

Fowley kept expecting Spender to show up after they discovered the
body, and tell her that its all a joke. But though she keeps looking
for him, he hasnt shown up again. She tried to talk to his parents
about it before the service, but theyre more hysterical about it
than she is, and keep telling people that he was fine until they went
up stairs to get him the morning Fowley and Reyes went into the cave.

**

As they follow Grams back to the car, Reyes impulsively hugs Fowley.
"Im so sorry that we were the ones to find him, and that hes gone."

Fowley smiles faintly. "Its strange, and its painful, but its
better in a way."

"What way is that?" 

"Now I know he didnt change. The boy I loved didnt really do all
those terrible things we cant explain, because he was resting in a
cave all that time. We may never have a good explanation for
everything that happened, but at least I know now he didnt become
sort of terrible crazy person who set out to hurt us. But Im still
going to miss him forever." Fowley says, trying not to cry again. "At
least there were a few nice things about him returning." She adds,
thinking of Christmas Eve and the day she returned from Europe;
moments in which this Spender was so like she remembered. "I guess
Grams is right, God works in mysterious ways."

"Oh Fowley" Reyes trails off, unable to think of a single thing that
would offer any comfort or explanation.

**

2:30am, Lindley home

Fowley wakes from a dream about the funeral because she swears she
can feel someones arms wrapped around her. A moment before she opens
her eyes, a soft kiss lands on her lips. She looks in time to see
Spender walk away from her bed. "Spender!" she cries out softly,
sitting up in her bed. He turns and looks at her. "I loved you." She
tells him, her eyes filling with tears. "Good-bye."

He smiles at her, and waves before fading away, leaving only
moonlight at the foot of her bed. Fowley gasps and lies back down.
She decides then and there to never tell anyone about Spenders
good-bye, so she can never be convinced it might not have been real.


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Credits
Produced by CC, KW and Neoxphile

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< Voice Over>
This episode of Mulders Creek featured music from:

Boy Hits Car ("Man Without Skin")
Saves The Day ("At Your Funeral")
and
Poe ("Haunted")

Stay tuned for scenes from the next Mulders Creek


