Dearest Dana:

I know that I am hiding and running from the
government, which keeps me from being with you, my one
true love, and our darling son, who you named after my
father, and your father... but I needed to contact
you. So I got a cheesy and easily traceable email
account and probably use webmail, which a 7th grader
could crack and get to me--but instead the government
patsies will try and destroy your life one more time
instead of asking some prepubescent boys to track me.

How are the lone gunmen? I miss those guys.

While I am hiding in gutters and eating rats to survive
being destroyed by the government--or worse, exploited
for my alien sperm to create a super soldier master
race-- in my mind I often run over the details of the
ONE AND ONLY night we got to spend together.

Damn, you were hot. Every detail is burned into my
memory. Do you think if I ever see you again, we could
share one, short, passionless kiss again? That'd be
swell.

Well, back to hiding from the government and the aliens
and the crazies.

Yours always,
Mulder

PS. Stop calling me Fox.

This was written by Donna Hunt in response to a picture I sent her regarding the X-Files episode "Trust_No1" from Season 9.  Any characters from the X-Files are property of FOX, 1013 Productions and Chris Carter. No copyright infringement was intended. Please do not use this fanfiction without permission from the author.