Rak At Mechakah

~Scully POV~

I lay here, waiting for the cancer to eat me alive while Mulder searches for a miracle cure. As
much as I want him to find one, I'm not optimistic. I don't want to get my hopes up only to have 
them crushed and shattered by the cruel realities of life.

He enters the room, a smile lighting up his face. "He wasn't lying, Scully. It was there, we
just didn't know what we were looking for," he tells me excitedly. Before I can ask him what he's 
blabbering about, he pulls a vial out of his pocket and continues. "It's in here. There's a 
chip in this vial - it's the cure."

"Mulder-" he cuts me off.

"Scully, I know what you're going to say, but this is it Scully. Your conventional science 
can't save you - this might."

I open my mouth to reply, but change my mind. Slowly, I nod. I'll try it.

~end~