The Sweetest Thing This is good. I don't know if I feel more like crying or saluting something. Or laughing my ass off. But between the drama of it being me and them not being really dead, I guess that would be a bad idea. Some time though, not too many years from now I hope, we will laugh. We will all laugh. Hard. Maybe we'll make an anniversary of today. The day the music died, so to speak. Not. Our coterie will reunite, of that I'm certain, and I only hope that the guys stay safe in the meantime. They've saved my ass more times than I've ever thanked them for, and I'd like the chance to do that. Okay -- here's a salute. To Frohike, Byers, and Langly for being the best of friends, and for going where even they probably never dreamed of going. We'll all be back. And the last laugh will be sweetest. ~ End ~ Archiving: If you would like to archive anywhere, I'd appreciate a quick note first. E-mail: leighchristine@hotmail.com Feedback: Always happy to receive it. This story is (c) Copyright 2003 by Christine Leigh. "The X-Files" and its characters are the property of the Fox Network and Ten-Thirteen Productions and are borrowed here without profit or intent for profit.
By
Christine Leigh
Summary: Mulder POV. Written for The Haven's 155 Words Different POV challenge. Takes place at the end of Jump the Shark.
Rating: PG
Category: V
Spoilers: None.