Title: 1999: 1. A Lot of Stamps
Note: This is my version of a perfect last episode or even an X-Files movie. If Mulder/Scully romance is not your thing, don't read this one, or any of the others in this series. Nothing romantic in this one yet, but you'll have to read this one to get the rest of them. Have at it...<.p>
"Hey, Scully!" Mulder greeted his redheaded partner as she entered the basement office of the X-Files after her lunch break. "You got some mail. From the looks of it, the government sent it." He smiled. "Forget to turn in your tax return again?"
Scully smiled. She was glad Mulder was a morning person, she sure wasn't. Once she heard a little dose of his wit, she always perked up.
"No, Mulder, I turned mine in. Maybe they put the wrong address and it's for you," she teased.
He laughed and looked back down at the file he was working on. Aliens, new life forms, evil government officials, oh my! He really needed a vacation. Maybe he'd fly up to Maine this weekend and relax. He heard Scully make a small sound. "Hmmm," she said.
"What is it, Scully?" he asked, looking up from his work. She thought once again how great he looked in his glasses. She loved those gold wire frames. The sexy college professor look, she thought.
"Oh, it's a request from the government," she told her partner.
"Really? What do they want? They're all going to a dinner party and they want to borrow a fancy dress and some matching shoes?" Mulder grinned.
"Here, read it yourself." Scully tossed the paper onto his desk. Mulder picked it up and read: March 26, 1998 Dr. Dana Scully,
We are selecting people at random from our files. Your name was chosen as a person to help conduct a survey. You may not work for the government, but your country needs your help. Please be at the Town Square in Freeburg, IL on March 30, 1998. We realize this is a strange place and short notice, but we must practice secrecy. Tell only who you must where you are going. See you then.
It was signed by some government official. It must be a form letter, otherwise the part about not working for the government would not be in there. "You planning on going, Scully?" Mulder asked her.
"Well, I guess so. After all," she smiled, "my country needs me!"
"Mulder laughed. His cellular phone rang along with his laughter. He snatched it off his desk and gave his standard answer.
His brow wrinkled and he frowned. Scully lifted an eyebrow. He shook his head.
"Mom! Hold on, Mom. Slow down! You've got to slow down. I can't understand you!"
Sully was surprised. For one thing, Mulder and his mother hardly ever talked. Secondly, she never called him at work, let alone frantically. She gave Mulder a puzzled look. He looked into her eyes as he spoke to his mother.
"Ok. Yeah. Mom, do you still have Dad's fax machine and my fax number? You do? OK, well, fax me the letter, OK? I'll read it and give you a call, OK? OK? Alright. Uh-huh. Bye."
Fox Mulder beeped off his phone.
"What is it, Mulder?" Scully asked.
Mulder ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Mom got a letter...for Samantha."
"What? Why would anyone send a letter to your sister? Don't they know..." Scully trailed off. Mulder's sister's abduction was s subject they generally avoided talking about. It upset Mulder, even if he didn't show it.
"Well, I don't know. Mom was upset and I could hardly understand a word she said. She's faxing us the letter." He took a deep breath and exhaled hard. "It should be here any second."
Just as he spoke, the fax machine in a corner of the office buzzed. It printed out the document and Mulder grabbed it and read it. His eyes got wide and he backed up and sat down at his desk.
"Mulder? What is it? What's wrong?" Scully's voice was filled with concern.
"It...it's....Read it Scully." He handed her the letter.
She skimmed it quickly and her eyes got just as wide as Mulder's. "It's the same letter I got. But...why? Why would the government send a letter to someone who's been missing 20 years?"
"I don't know Scully." Mulder's voice sounded strange.
"What? What are you thinking, Mulder?" Scully questioned.
Her partner lifted his head. His gray-green eyes shown in the office's dim light with a brightness all their own.
"It means something, Scully."
"What? What have you found out that I haven't? What does this mean to you?"
"It can only mean one thing, Scully."
Fox Mulder smiled a grin that was filled with more genuine joy than Dana Scully had ever seen from him.
"Don't you get it, Scully? Samantha's alive. And she's back."
"She's alive, Scully." Mulder looked like a little kid on Christmas who had found the prized gift under the tree. He also looked fragile, like what he wanted to believe was too good to be true.
"OK. OK, Samantha is alive. But where? If they know she's back, why send it to an old address?" Scully didn't want to dispel the magic of the moment Mulder felt. She just wanted him to think clearly. Those cretans at the top of all this just might be trying to trick him. And she didn't want to see her partner hurt.
"Maybe she was adopted after they returned her and her name isn't Samantha Ann Mulder anymore," Mulder said.
"Maybe they're trying to trick you again, Mulder." Scully's eyes shone with tears she was trying to hold back. How could they be so cruel to get this man's hopes up again?
"I'm going to check with The Lone Gumen. They can access all the mailing files. I want to find out who all got these letters. There has got to be a connection. They did not pick these names at random." Mulder grabbed his coat. "You go home and I'll call or drop by later."
But she couldn't stop him. He was full of determination and nothing would stop him now.
Scully sighed. She grabbed her keys and her coat and did what Mulder had suggested. She went home. After all, he'd call or stop by later and fill her in. There was no reason to stay in this musty old office.
She stepped out of the office and shut the door behind her.
Later that evening
Scully stepped out of the shower and dried her hair with a towel. She was waiting for Mulder to call. When would she find out what he had? Or had he found anything out at all?
Dana slipped into a pair of sweats and made cappucino. As she sipped at the warm, French Vanilla liquid, there was a knock at the door.
She got off the couch and answered it. Mulder stood in the doorway.
"Hey. What's up?" she asked.
"You'd be surprised what that Byers can do. He accessed the mailing files, singled out the people who got one of these"-he held up the letter for his sister- "and cross-referenced them with any other files he could find.
"And?" Scully asked. She didn't care how it had been done, just what had been gained by it.
"And...Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yes." Scully let him in and he sat down on the couch. She was sick of the suspense. "Mulder, you tell me what you found out or I will shoot you, again."
"Oooh, fiesty. Well, Miss Impatient, we discovered that everyone who had received a letter has been abducted. They even sent a letter to Duane Barry's old address." When he said this, his excitement faded. Scully realized that if they had sent a letter to the dead Barry, Samantha's getting a letter meant nothing. She could very well be dead.
Mulder knew it too.
And it was tearing him up.
"Well, Mulder, I'm going. I have to find out why all of us are being gathered into one spot." She searched his eyes.
A thought came to her.
"Up for a little vacation, Mulder?" she asked him.
He smiled. "I thought you'd never ask, Scully!
Scully smiled. Maybe if he went with her and got his mind off Samantha, he'd relax. It would give him something to do.
On the other hand, if Samantha was alive, she'd probably be at this thing. Then maybe Mulder could finally stop searching.
Title: 1999: 2. Sittin' and Thinkin'
Your comments are welcome!Disclaimer: This is not the first of these I've wrote, hopefully not the last. I mean not infringement by using the characters Mulder, Scully, Samantha, ect. The belong to the wonderful people at Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Network and to Chris Carter. Mulder/Scully romance will be in this story, hints of it in this one, nothing extensive yet. If you have comments/suggestions send them to: . I'm an e-mail junkie, so anything you can give me is great! Here's the next part...
Mulder rolled onto his side. The old, battered couch was comfortable, but not comfy enough tonight. Too many things had happened. Fox finally gave up sleep and sat up, watching as the TV blared an old episode of "Outer Limits". He'd already seen this one, so his mind started thinking about he day's events.
God, the last thing he'd expected was a letter to Sam. He saw her in his mind's eye, her long brown hair flowing about her shoulders, her gray-green eyes sparkling. She looked so much like him. He'd never understand how his father had made the choice. Fox was a social outcast; the things that were supposed to interest boys of 12 never made him think twice. Sam always smiled, laughed, and was friendly. He supposed he had been chosen as the one to stay because he was the son. He had to carry on the Mulder name.
And a darn good job you're doing of it, too, Mulder, he thought to himself sarcastically. He sighed. He was being what Scully called "self destructive" again. Scully.
Dana Scully had been his best friend for years. What would he do without her? He couldn't survive without her. He thought of the time he'd traded the girl who he thought was Samantha for Dana. He'd given up his sister, the one person whom his whole life circled around, for his partner.
His best friend.
He thought of the time Duane Barry had taken her. He thought of how ill he had felt when Duane Barry had told him who had taken her. "THEM!" had come the crazy man's reply after Mulder had demanded to know . He thought of how he had been ready to take her place in an instant when she had finally returned to him, on the brink of death.
And now the abduction was coming back to haunt her. Him. Them. What did they want all those abductees in one place for? Were they going to take them again?
The last thought came with a rush of adrenaline and his heart pounded. He couldn't allow those danged bureaucratic demons to give her to the aliens again. He'd fight for her. He'd go instead of her.
They weren't going to take another person he loved.
Dana Scully knocked on her mom's front door. "Yes, I'm coming. Who is it? It's after 1 in the morning!" came her mom's groggy voice.
"Mom? It's Dana. Can I come in?"
The door was quickly opened. "Dana! Dear, what are you doing here? Did something happen to Fox?"
Dana smiled at her mother's mention of her partner's name. Mrs. Scully had become quite close to Mulder the past few years. With Mulder virtually without a mother, Mrs. Scully had taken the lost little boy under her wing. He had warmed up to Margret Scully quickly and visited her often.
"No, Mom, Mulder's fine. And you know he doesn't like to be called Fox." Dana felt silly having to correct her mother.
"Oh, nonsense. If you'd called him that from the start, like me, he'd take it. It's a wonderful name. And then maybe he'd call you Dana." Margret and Dana had found their way into the kitchen and Margret got out a box of hot chocolate mix. She always kept a box on hand, knowing how much Dana loved chocolate. Scully noticed with pleasure that a bag of sunflower seeds was also in the cabinet.
Scully sat at the table and her mom handed her the mug of steamy chocolate. "So, why are you here?"
Her daughter decided to just tell her. "I got a letter from the government. They want me to be in a town called Freeburg, IL this weekend. Mulder says that all the alien abductees got one. Her voice got soft. "Samantha was sent one. Mulder says that means she's alive.
"Does it?" Mrs. Scully asked.
"I don't know. Duane Barry got one, too, and he's dead." Dana noticed her mother's expression harden when she said the man's name who had kidnapped her a few years ago. Dana reached across the table and rubbed her mom's hand.
Margaret cleared her throat and asked, "How are things with you and Fox, Dana?"
Scully sighed. "Mom, why do you always ask? You know we're just friends."
"Do you want it to be more, Dana?"
Scully swallowed the remainder of the hot chocolate. Perfect timing, she thought. "I have to go, Mom. I've got work tomorrow and a plane to catch in the evening. Mulder and I are going to get to Freeburg a day early."
Margaret smiled. "If Fox is going with you, I won't worry." She walked Dana to the door. "Dear, if you want you relationship to go to a new level with Fox, you only have to tell him. I ask him the same question every time I see him and he blushes. He loves you Dana."
"Good night, Mom." Dana stepped out the door and shut it behind her.
But before she went to her car she thought of what her mom had said. Mulder loved her? Nah. If he did, he'd tell her.
Little did she know, it wouldn't be long before he did.
Mulder got to the office first that morning. He brewed the coffee. It was black, just like Scully liked it. He poured himself a half a cup and filled it the rest of the way with cream and sugar. He sat at his desk and buried himself in a new report that needed to by typed by the end of the day.
That was how Scully found him, his head buried in a stack of papers, crunching sunflower seeds.
He looked up at her and thought, God she beautiful. "Morning, Scully. Coffee?"
"Sure, thanks. Aren't you pepped up this morning. Get a good night's sleep?" she asked. She envied him.
"Actually, no, I didn't. I don't know why, I just have a lot of energy this morning." He smiled. "I hope you'll be able to stand me. I'm a virtual ray of sunshine."
She returned the smile. "I could use some sunshine in my life."
Mulder's mind raced. Last night, as he lay awake thinking, he had determined that he liked Dana Scully. A lot. Was it possible she felt the same way?
"Well, I'm here to brighten your life," he said. He dove back into his work.
Now it was Scully's mind's turn to race. Was what her mother said true? Was that his way of telling her he had feelings for her? She sat down at her desk and checked her e-mail.
"Mulder, our tickets are confirmed. We fly to St. Louis Lambert Airport on Flight 746. Then, we have to drive to Freeburg. It's about a half hour drive."
"Is it a window seat, Scully?" he asked, sounding for all the world like a little boy.
"I don't know. If it is, you can have it. I get a little queasy, being so far up.
He was working again.
This is going to be the strangest work day of my life, she thought.
Years later, when she thought back, she realized that had she know what was ahead, she'd have been extremely thankful for Mulder's enthusiasm.
Mulder looked over at his partner in the plane. Her knuckles were white from clenching the arm rests on the seat. She was staring directly ahead and made no movement to look out the window. Mulder watched with a small amount of joy as they took off. He'd always loved flying, ever since he was a little boy.
"It's OK, Scully, you can let go now," Mulder told her.
Scully pried her fingers from the seat and tried to relax. "I have no idea why I'm so nervous. I've flown plenty of times before." She sighed. "I guess this whole trip is nerve-wracking."
"You've got a really good reason to be jumpy, Scully. I mean, we're going to this little town no one's ever heard of for some unknown government reason. I'd be nervous if I had been the one who got the letter."
"Gee, thanks, Mulder. I'm real relaxed now." Scully couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
"Sorry. Chocolate?" Mulder pulled a Hershey bar from inside his coat.
"Mulder, you're a life saver." Scully took the bar and split it with her partner.
"Oh, I've got those, too," Mulder smiled as he pulled out a little pack of the fruit-flavored candy.
"No sunflower seeds?" Scully asked hopefully.
"You should know me better than that, Scully. I've got two bags of those!"
Scully sighed and finished her half of the chocolate. Good old Mulder, she thought. He never fails. "Hey, pard, I rounded up some info on our little vacation spot for the weekend," Mulder whispered. "Wanna see?"
"Sure." Mulder handed her the file. Scully saw it held a map of the town as well as a small history. "You put quite a lot of work into this, Mulder."
"Not really. You'd be surprised what a buck can get you up at records. That little dweeb who's in charge is easily bought."
Scully smiled. She looked down at the map and saw the place they'd be meeting was a wide open park. It had a few pavilions and such, the perfect place for about 600 of your closest friends.
"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about the town. In fact, no one there has ever claimed to have been abducted.
Mulder smiled. He loved how Scully still said "claimed" to be abducted, after she had been herself. "Seems like the perfect place to get a bunch of so-called wackos together, doesn't it Scully?"
"Yup." She handed him the file just as a stewardess gave them both a platter of piping hot microwaved airplane food.
"Mmm mmm good!" Mulder said. He poked around at the chicken and the other items on the plate. This is not suitable for humans, he thought. "I think I'll just eat my sunflower seeds and Life Savers, thank you."
Dana Scully shook her head. Leave it to Mulder to reject plane food, but welcome TV dinners and candy.
The plane landed around 9pm at Lambert Airport in St. Louis. Mulder and Scully rented a car and drove to Freeburg. They got there around 10pm, because of the heavy traffic in the city.
Mulder had found out there was a shabby little motel in the town, Gabriel Motel, and got rooms for two nights. They'd stay tonight, go to the little "convention" tomorrow, stay one more night, then go back home to Washington, DC.
"Good night, Scully."
"Good night Mulder."
As the two agents entered their rooms, they weren't appalled at the accommodations. After all, they'd each stayed worse places. But as they settled in for the night, a strange feeling came over them both. Someone is here, they thought, someone we know.
Sleep finally came, but it was reluctant.
Outside, in the cool nightly air, a tall man puffed on a cigarette. "Welcome to Freeburg, Mulder and Scully" he said in a gravelly voice. "This little town may be spacey, but not near as spacey as where one of you is going!"
Title: 1999: 3. Wide Open Spaces
What you've all been waiting for.......romance!
Scully heard a knock of her door. "Hey, Scully! Hungry?" Mulder's voice came through the door.
She opened it with a screech and Mulder flinched. "Ouch! Hey, there's a little diner right down the road, wanna go get something to eat?"
"Sure. It didn't take you long to find that place, Mulder. Did you see it on the map?"
"No, I've been up since 5 this morning."
Scully marveled at the energy of her partner. There was no way she could have gotten up that early and be that awake and cheerful. Then she remembered something she had wanted to ask him last night.
"Mulder, did you hear something outside last night?
"No, but the place gave me the creeps. Like somebody was watching or something.
"Me too." Scully was puzzled. "It's probably nothing. I just wondered."
"OK, here we are," Mulder said as they pulled into Gary's Diner. When the agents entered the smoke-filled room, all the inhabitants turned to stare.
"Boy, do I feel out of place," Scully mumbled. She was the only woman in there, besides wearing a trench coat and packing a gun.
As Mulder and Scully ordered, a small, timid looking man stepped into the diner. He looked around, and when he spotted the two agents, he came in and sat down. "Can I join you, please? I assume you are here because you got a letter, too?"
"Doely. Scott Doely."
"Can I ask you a personal question, Mr. Doely?" Mulder asked.
"Why, of course. And call me Scott."
"Have you ever been abducted, Scott?" Mulder smiled wickedly.
"Um, why yes. But how did you know? I mean, what has that got to do with anything at all?
Scully pulled out her badge. "Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. We're with the FBI. I got a letter too. Mulder is just here to investigate with me."
"We believe everyone who has ever been abducted received a letter like this one," Mulder said. He pulled the letter to Samantha out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Doely. "That letter is for my sister. She was taken from me when she was 8. They sent it to my mother's house."
Doely's eyes held sympathy for Mulder. He gathered that Scully had been abducted, too. He could tell that the two people in front of him were very close and he understood how Mulder must have felt; having two people he cared about taken from him and only one returned.
By this time, Mulder and Scully had finished eating and got up to leave. "We'll see you tonight then, Scott," Dana Scully said.
"Of course." Mulder and Sully left Doely to ponder what would be happening to him and all those other people in the hours to come.
"Mulder? Are you ready to go?" Scully called through the door of Mulder's room.
"Yeah! Out in a second!" he hollered back.
Scully tucked her coat tightly around her. The crisp March air was chilly at night in the midwest. At that point, Mulder opened the door and stepped out. He locked the door and put the key in the pocket of his jeans. He was wearing a purple sweatshirt, jeans, and hiking boots.
"Planning on scaling a few mountains, Mulder?" she asked him.
"Well, I didn't want to stick out with my trench coat. It just screams FBI and I want to be able to talk to these people without them jumping all over me with conspiracy stories and asking how I'm involved." Mulder looked Scully up and down and grinned. "You don't look too dressed up yourself!"
Scully looked down at the Patriots sweatshirt and blue jeans she was wearing and laughed. "You have a point. And this is your sweatshirt, too. I borrowed it a month ago when I got trapped in that rainstorm, remember?"
"Yeah," Mulder smiled. "I sure do."
There was a moment of quiet when Mulder could sense Scully was scared. He wanted to hold her tight and protect her from all the demons in the world. But he knew better than to hug her now. She needed to go at this alone. But for some reason, Mulder had an aching sensation in his heart. Some thing was going to happen tonight, and it wouldn't be good.
"Well, should we go?" Scully asked.
"Yeah. Let's go."
They got in the car and drove to the designated meeting spot. There were already a lot of people there and Mulder had to park in a very far away spot and they had to walk. When they got to the pavilions, they immediately saw Scott Doely. And he saw them.
"Hey! Mulder! Scully! Come here and meet these other people! This is Sharon Hoats and Mike Grassler." Doely turned and spoke to the other two people he had just introduced. "This is Agents Scully and Mulder. They're with the FBI."
"Great," Scully whispered to Mulder, "so much for not standing out in the crowd."
"I'm going to look around Scully. I'll see you back here in half an hour." He walked off, looking like he really had no purpose. But Scully knew what he was looking for.
He was looking for Samantha.
Mulder wandered aimlessly around the park. At least, his wandering seemed aimless. All the while, he was keeping his eyes peeled for a young woman with brown hair and gray-green eyes. As he wandered, he stopped and talked to several people. No one quite knew why they were here, but many were discussing their abductions. A few people started to put two and two together.
In one group, a younger man asked, "Is someone going to call this meeting to order or are we all going to stand here?"
Mulder wondered the same thing. As he passed another group, a familiar smell was in the air. He looked down at the ground and saw a cigarette. He squatted down and picked up the still smoking butt. It said Morely.
"Excuse me, did you see a tall man, kinda wrinkly, has a gravelly voice. He was smoking these," Mulder asked one group. He held up the cigarette for them to see.
"Yeah! That guy was here a second ago. I don't know where he went. Gosh, but he was strange. He gave me the creeps!" a young lady told Mulder.
"Thanks!" Mulder called over his shoulder as he jogged off. He had to tell Scully.
Mulder found his partner being bored to death by some elderly woman ranting about a cookie recipe.
"Scully, can I talk to you for a second?" Mulder pulled his partner aside.
"Mulder? What is it?" Scully asked, worry in her eyes.
"Cancerman. He's here, Scully, and I don't like it. He stopped me from getting to you last time you were taken and I don't want that again. Come on, let's get out of here. Please, Scully. I can't...."
Scully saw the pain and hurt in Fox Mulder's eyes. "Mulder, what are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
But he didn't get a chance to answer.
Suddenly, the whole park was filled with a blinding white light. Cries were heard everywhere, as Mulder stared into the brightness. He thought he could make out a form....
"Mulder!" Scully's cry caused him to look up. All around, people were just disappearing. One second, the people would be standing next to someone, the next, they'd be gone.
"Agent Mulder!" came Doely's scream. He was running toward them, but suddenly, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Let's go!" Mulder grabbed Scully's arm and started running as fast as he could to the car. Others were in pursuit, and they began to be zapped up. The light glowed brighter and sounds of and engine could be heard. A soft roar filled their ears. It was a deafening sound.
Mulder dropped to his knees beside Scully, who had her hands covering her ears. He grasped her hands and forced her to look at him.
He yelled above the din, "I won't let them take you, too! I love you!"
Scully stared into Mulder's eyes. "Fox," she mouthed.
Suddenly, Mulder wasn't holding her hands any longer. He was holding nothing. "NO!" he shouted. "SCULLY!"
He jumped to his feet screaming, "Take me! Take me instead!" But no one was there. No light, no sound, no people.
Mulder fell down and sobbed. Through his ragged breaths and choking sobs, he heard a gravelly voice.
"Why, Agent Mulder. What are you doing in Freeburg, IL?"
Mulder whirled around and came face to face with the man he hated most.
"Cancerman," he breathed.
Title: 1999: 4. Living Without You
"Cancerman," Mulder breathed.
The older man in front of him laughed. "Is that what you call me, Mulder? But, I guess that you have to call me something, don't you?"
"Where is she?" Mulder's surprise gave way to rage.
"Who, Agent Mulder?"
"You know darn well, who. Agent Scully. Where did they take her?"
"Mulder. Now if I told you that the game wouldn't be any fun anymore. Besides, I don't know. They go where they please. Some of who they take come back, some never do. But you know that, don't you Mulder?"
Cancerman's final comment hit home. Choking on more tears and rage he pulled his gun from his back pocket. "Tell me where she is. Tell me where they both are!"
The man didn't flinch. "This is familiar. Your gun in my face. You won't kill me, Mulder. I'm the only one who can tell you what you want to know. Oh, yes, there is another. What do you call him? The Well-Manicured Man? You've talked to him, haven't you Mulder? Yes, about Krycek. As I told you before, Mulder, I'm not afraid to die. I've seen Presidents killed. In fact, I killed one."
Mulder's eyes got wide. This man was Kennedy's assassin?
"Don't look so surprised, Mulder. Jack had to be stopped. And that pansy Oswald was the perfect one to take the blame. Now, I'm going to leave. I suggest you go back to DC, and wait for Agent Scully to return. If she is even returned at all."
The loathed piece of human flesh, as Mulder thought of him, turned to go. He took a few steps, then stopped. He turned his head to the side so Mulder could see his profile.
"Oh, Mulder. I want to tell you something."
"What, you SOB? What could you possible want to tell me now?" Mulder was breathing hard. He wanted to mow this man down to the ground. This was the man who had Samantha taken away. Now he had gotten rid of Scully.
"Now, is that anyway to speak to the bearer of good news? Do you want to hear my news?"
"Fox Mulder, your sister is alive. She's living at 6789 St. Rt. 3, here in Freeburg."
With those words, Cancerman turned and left.
Mulder stood, glued to the ground. He was dumbfounded.
Samantha was alive.
And she was here, in Freeburg.
He had to see her. He started walking to his car. The walk turned into a slow jog, then an all out run.
He jumped in the car. His flip phone was sitting on the seat. He grabbed it and called his mother.
"Fox, What time is it? 9:30! What do you want?"
"Samantha's alive, Mom. She's in Freeburg. I'm going to see her."
"H-h-how did you find out?" his mother stuttered.
"No time to explain. If she'll come, I'll bring her home. Otherwise, I'll give you the address later. Bye, Mom."
"Fox-" But he cut her off. He hung up the phone and sat it on the seat next to him. He stared at the seat as he pulled into the driveway of the house where his sister was. It was Scully's seat. Where was Scully? He turned off the engine and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He cried for a good 10 minutes. Then he got out of the car and went to see his sister.
He knocked on the oak door and it seemed and eternity before someone answered. A short man, in his 60's with a receding hair line opened the door.
"Hello? Who are you? What do you want? Do you know Kristine?"
"Kristine," Mulder sighed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out first his gun (which produced a gasp from the old man), then his badge. "Sir, my name is Fox Mulder. I'm with the FBI. Did you adopt your daughter at the age of 8, sir?"
"Why, yes, young man. Is there a problem?"
"Could I see her, sir? I have reason to believe that" -Mulder choked- "she's my sister.
"Oh my! Why, of course! Come in! What did you say your name was? Mine is Tomas Miller.
"Dear!" Tom called. "There's someone here to see you!"
Mulder heard someone coming down the steps. A beautiful voice he hadn't heard in a long time greeted his ears. "Who is it, Dad?"
Tears sprang to Mulder's eyes as the girl he'd imagined his sister would look like rounded the corner. She stopped as she saw Mulder.
"Samantha." Mulder bit his lip.
The girl squinted. "Fox?" she asked.
"Fox!" Sam cried. She ran forward and hugged him.
"I was afraid you were dead," he sniffed.
"I was afraid you weren't real. That you were only a dream," his sister whispered in his ear.
"Now I've found you! Mom and I have been looking for you for years! And Scully...she helped me find you." Mulder found he couldn't cry anymore.
Somehow, his sister, who he hadn't seen in years, knew something was wrong. "Mom, Dad," Sam said to her adoptive parents, "can you excuse us?"
"Of course, dear." The older man and woman turned and left.
"Now, what's wrong, Fox? When you said Scully, you sounded so sad." Sam's eyes searched her brother's.
"Dana Scully was my partner. Thanks to the kind officials in Washington, she's been taken from me, abducted. It happened once already. But this time, I don't think she's coming back."
Fox noticed that Samatha shivered when he said Scully had been abducted. She must be remembering her own experience, he thought. God, what are they doing to her?
"Fox, I'd like to talk to Mom. Can I call her?"
"Yeah. Her number's 714-555-1212."
Samantha dialed and Fox saw her nervousness. He witnessed the pure joy Sam and his mother felt when they were connected and they talked for an hour. When they finally said good- bye, Mulder said, "You can come with me back to DC. Since Scully won't be coming home, you can have her seat," he said through tears.
He made arrangements to pick Sam up at 9 in the morning and take her to the airport. Her new parents understood, and they helped as much as they could. Fox Mulder left them that evening, not quite content. His feelings mixed with joy and horror at having Sam back and losing Scully.
When he picked Sam up in the morning, he was in better spirits, but he still had an empty spot where his heart should have been. Last night he had looked to the sky and cried, "How am I going to live without you?"
But the unforgiving universe gave no reply.
Title: 1999: 5. Time Passes On
Mulder ran his fingers through his droopy hair. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before; he was too busy missing Scully. The plane ride back to DC had been a turbulent one, and he got no rest there either.
Now, as he drove down the long stretch of highway between his mother's house and DC, he felt even sleepier. He rubbed his eyes and turned to look at his sister. Samantha was resting soundly in the passenger's seat.
Not, the passenger seat, Scully's seat. Where was Sculy? he thought for the thousandth time. They took her. Who? Them, the aliens.
Ok, Mulder, you're quizzing yourself. Time to rest. He tapped Sam on the shoulder. She sighed and opened her eyes. "I was having a dream about Christmas when I was 7," she told him.
Mulder thought about last Christmas. He had spent it with the Scullys. What would he tell Margret Scully this time?
"Could you drive, Sam?" Mulder asked wearily. "I'm a little sleepy."
Sam looked at Mulder, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Sure, Fox," she said.
"Can you find your way to Mom's or do you need my help?"
"I can manage. I remember the drive to our house from DC like it drove it yesterday!" Samantha smiled.
Mulder stopped the car and switched seat with his sister. He lay back in the seat, and sleep hit him almost immediately. Unfortunately, with sleep came unpleasant dreams.
Mulder was standing in a doorway. An strange green light shone through the edges of the door. He opened it and entered the room on the other side. It appeared to be some sort of operating room. Only the regular tools he'd seen Scully use on her autopsies weren't there. The realization hit him like a wave of nausea.
This was an alien operating room!
Mulder whirled around as he heard the <hiss> of a sliding door. Four small, unearthly creatures were carrying a capsule between them. They laid it on the table and the casing around it melted away. Inside, lay Dana Scully.
Fox stepped forward, but an alien blocked his path. It communicated to him that she would be fine, but if he intervened, drastic measures would be taken. All Mulder could do was stand, wait, watch, and hope for the best.
Numerous tests were done. They took DNA, blood, and bone marrow. Next, they tested her nerves. It looked to Mulder as if this hurt Scully, because her face squinted and she groaned. He tried to stop them, but he couldn't. He was causing such a fuss that the beings had to turn around and try to subdue him.
As they grasped his arms and tried to pull him out of the room, he cried out. "Scully!"
Her eyes snapped open and she jumped off the table. "Mulder! Run! They'll hurt you too!"
"No! I won't leave you..." Mulder yelled. Suddenly, everything got a little hazy. He started to feel light-headed. He heard the aliens say they'd drugged him.
"Mulder, NO!" Scully cried. She ran to him, but the beings caught her and dragged her to the ground.
"Scully...." Fox mumbled.
Suddenly, Mulder was wide awake. He exploded out of sleep and sat up quickly. He was in the car, nearing his mother's old house. "What?" he asked.
Then he remembered. Sam didn't know that they'd moved out of the old house long ago. She didn't know that her natural parents were divorced. She didn't know Bill Mulder was dead.
"Sam," Mulder said kindly, "could you stop at this diner? There's some things you need to know."
Samantha sat dry eyed across from Mulder. "So you're OK, with this, right?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, I don't remember Dad and Mom as well as I do you, so their divorce means almost nothing. It DOES upset me that Dad is dead; there were some things we needed to talk about. But I'll just have to save those for when I see him again." Sam smiled gently. It was clear to her that these things had affected her brother, but she was fine.
"Well, we can go then, I can drive now. And I probably should, considering you don't know where the heck you're going!" Mulder grinned.
They got back in the car and drove the final hour to his mother's. Samantha was greeted by her mother in a whirlwind of tears, laughter, and joy. Fox got Sam's bag and took it inside, then went to sit on the front porch to let his sis and mother catch up. Besides, he need time to think about Scully.
He realized he still needed to call Margaret Scully. His heart heavy, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number. "Scully household," Margaret's voice sang.
"Mrs. Scully? This is Fox Mulder."
"Oh yes, Fox. Back from your trip? I wonder why Dana hasn't called me."
"Mrs. Scully, there's something I need to tell you..." Mulder choked. He went on to relate the terrifying events to his partner's mother. By the time he was done, he was crying again. "I tried to stop them, I really did."
Margaret's reply startled him. "I'm sure you did, Fox dear. I know my Dana will come back to me. She always does. Don't lose hope, Fox. She'll be back. I know it."
"Are you sure you're OK, Margaret? Do you want me to come down there?"
"No, you stay with your sister and mother, Fox. I'll be fine. Stop by next time you're in town and well talk, OK? Bye now." She hung up.
Mulder closed his connection. He felt strange. Why was he the only one who was so affected by Scully's disappearance?
Mulder heard the screen door behind him creek open. His mother stepped out, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. "Samantha is resting. Um, she... she told me about Dana Scully, Fox."
"I know I haven't been here for you in the past. I made you bear the burden of Sam's disappearance all this time. But now you've brought her back to me. And she's alive! That's more than I ever hoped for." Mrs. Mulder blinked back tears. "I never knew how important Scully is to you, son. You never told me. Maybe you never told yourself. But I want you to know that's I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on, OK? I'm so sorry, Fox."
Mulder sat down heavily on the porch swing. His mother sat beside him. "Thanks, Mom," he said hoarsely. "I'm almost cried out now, but I'll let you know if I feel some more tears coming on."
Mulder and hi mother sat there, staring at the beautiful sunset. Mulder wished Scully would have been there to see it. It was wonderful. He thought about, right before she'd disappeared, he'' told her he loved her. First thing I'll do when she gets back, the thought, is tell her again. He suddenly thought of Skinner. He needed to call Skinner.
He jumped up and dialed quickly on his cell phone. As he'd expected, the Assistant Director was still at work.
"Sir, this is Agent Mulder. Agent Scully's been abducted again, sir. And I am not going to stop until I find her, sir."
"Agent Mulder, could you slow down. What happened to Scully?"
"You heard me sir. And tell that damned Cancerman that I'll kill him before I stop looking for her. I know he's there, I can hear him puffing on his cancer stick."
"I'll make a full report on Monday, sir." Mulder hung up.
Back in his office, Skinner's ear was listening to a dial tone. He slammed the phone down.
"Where did they take her?" he demanded from the man in front of him. "I'll not tolerate the constant 'misplacement' of my agents!"
Cancerman blew a smoke ring in his face. "Why should I tell you? I'm your boss, you can't overrule me. Besides, Scully is perfectly safe. She'll be returned soon. It may take Mulder a long time to find her, but she'll be back. He may never find her." Skinner flinched at the hated sound of this man's voice.
"She better be in good health when we find her. And I guarantee you, it won't take Mulder long to find her. He'll hunt her down like a bloodhound."
"Maybe, but until then, you won't tell him where she is, will you? You won't even tell him she's back. If you do, Mr. Skinner," Cancerman warned as her opened the door to leave, "You'll be dead before you open your mouth." He quietly left the AD's office and closed the door.
Skinner picked up the phone and hurled it at the door.
"I'll go to hell before I ever keep Mulder from Scully," he said with surprising conviction. "And if I go, you piece of crap, you're going with me."
Title: 1999: 6. More Pain Than I Can Handle
Author: Cadi K.
Go ahead and send the mail! The faster your response the more M/S sagas I'll write!!!!
Disclaimer: All X-Files characters are the property of Chirs Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions, and Fox Network. I'm not trying to steal them when I write this story. I'm only borrowing them.
This is part 6 in the 1998 series. If you haven't read parts 1-5 you'll be totally lost, so go back and read them. This is a Mulder/Scully romance story, but due to Scully's current position in this story, no romance will take place in this part. But there are some surprising revelations in this one, so don't miss it.
1. More Pain Than I Can Handle
Mrs. Scully sat at her kitchen table staring into space. It had been 3 days since Fox Mulder had made the earth-shattering call. Margaret couldn't understand. Why did they have to take Melissa and Dana?
Of course she knew the answer. They were trying to get to Mulder anyway the could. They knew Scully meant so much to Mulder that he would do anything to get her back. No matter what the cost to himself was. He'd struggle to get her back till his dying day.
His dying day.
There was no way Margaret was going to let the government take another of her children. That was what she considered Fox Mulder. A third son.
Margaret was startled by a loud knock at her door. She got up and answered. There stood Fox, his breath condensing in the cool March morning air. "Fox! Come in before you freeze to death. We're having quite a cold spell."
Mulder stepped into the house. He looked around. This was Scully's house. It didn't seem right to him to come here if Scully couldn't.
"Mrs. Scully, I'm so sorry." Pain shown in Mulder's eyes. "I tried to stop them, I almost killed Cancerman when she showed up. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't understand. I shot Modell when he hadn't touched her. Why can't I shoot the man who's harming her?"
Margaret noticed with concern that Mulder wasn't saying her daughter's name. Usually, every other word that came out of his mouth was "Scully". Margaret was worried about him. She put her arm around him and gave him a small hug.
"You haven't done anything wrong, Fox. You were there for her when she needed you. You were always there. And"-Mrs. Scully choked a little- "if she doesn't come back to us, God Forbid, you'll know that you were with her in her last moments on this Earth." Mrs. Scully was shedding silent tears, but Mulder was cried out. He could never cry for Scully again.
"Mrs. Scully, I told her that I loved her." Mulder met Margaret's gaze. She searched Fox's eyes. They were filled with a misty confusion.
"Do you?" Scully's mother asked.
"Of course. But now that I've finally come to grips with it, she's gone." Mulder sighed and leaned back against the wall. "I don't know why I'm even dumping this on you. I mean, you're the one who's daughter is missing."
"Well, you're the one who's lost your best friend. Anyway, like I said, I'm not worried. Dana will be back. You'll see."
"Are you sure you're alright with this, Mrs. Scully? I'm assuming you aren't in denial or anything?"
"I'm fine Fox Mulder. Now, why don't you go to work and see if you can get anything done. Oh, and how is Samantha?"
"She's just fine. Only now her name is Kristine Miller and she lives in Freeburg IL. She's living with her adopted parents while she goes to SLU college. She wants to be a doctor." Mulder smiled. "Isn't it ironic that the two most important women in my life are doctors?"
Mrs. Scully smiled. "At least you'll be well taken care of if you ever really get sick! Good bye, Fox."
Mulder stepped outside. He thought about how Scully's mom always led him Fox. It wasn't that bad of a name, now that he thought about it. And he'd loved how it had sounded in Scully's voice.
That was the second thing he'd tell her when he got back. He'd tell her to call him Fox.
2. More Pain Than I Can Bear
Mulder gave a soft sigh. He looked up from his paper work and rubbed his eyes. He almost opened his mouth to say something to Scully. But then he remembered that she wasn't there.
He put his glasses back on and turned to the computer. He noticed that the little envelope that meant Email had a exclamation point next to it. He had mail. He clicked at the icon deftly with his mouse and brought up the new piece.
It was a letter he'd prefer not to read. It had a return address that belonged to the Well Manicured Man. He hated any sort of communication with this guy. Whether he had warned Scully about her planned execution or not, he was not his friend. The message read: Agent Mulder,
There are some things we need to talk about. They involve Agent Scully's so-called disappearance. Meet me in the mall, at the bench where you and Scully sit. Your very life depends on this meeting and so does mine.
There was no more. No name or specific, mapped out place to meet. But Mulder knew exactly where the place was. How this insider knew where he and Scully sat in the mall, he didn't care. He didn't care who's life was threatened. He just wanted to get to him.
Mulder grabbed his trench coat and headed for the door. Before he left, Mulder opened the top drawer on his desk. He grabbed a gun, made sure it was loaded and left to meet the Well Manicured Man.
3. More Pain Than I Can Deal With
Mulder saw the man standing near the bench. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He hated this man. Not as much as he loathed Cancerman, but Fox's whole being burned with contempt when Well Manicured Man was near.
The older man's head turned. "Hello, Agent Mulder."
"You sent me mail. I really have got to stop giving out my Email address." Mulder grimaced at his own joke.
"Honestly, Mulder, do you think that would stop us? With the click of a mouse, I know more about you than your own mother." The Man smiled.
"You wanted to talk. You said your life was in danger. What do you want?" Mulder asked.
"Mulder, what do you know about Scully's disappearance?" The Man stared hard at Fox.
"Oh, no. I'm not playing that game. You think I know something you don't. Just like with Krycek. No way, pal." Mulder pulled his gun and pointed it at his adversary. "You tell me what you know, and maybe I won't kill you."
"OK. But you aren't going to like what you'll hear," the older man said and sat down on the bench.
"Talk," Mulder ordered.
"Alright. Well, this is what my colleague has told me. He says that these extraterrestrial beings have taken Dana Kathrine Scully. He says that numerous experiments will and have been done. I am also told that you will never find her. For 'Cancerman' as you call him has decided that he will not return Scully to you this time. For all I know, he may have her killed." The Well Manicured Man's hard stare caused Mulder to flinch.
"Why are you telling me this. Are you trying to torture me? Do you want me to squirm and get scared and quit the Bureau? Is that it? Dammit, if that'll bring her back I'll do it!" Mulder cocked his revolver. "If you want to live, you'll get out of here now. I'm tired of all this crap. I'll kill you and every last person on this planet responsible for hurting her. Do you understand me? I'm not afraid to die for what I believe in." Fox Mulder's voice got cold and hard. "And God knows I believe in Dana Scully."
The Man didn't move. Mulder pointed his gun at the bench and fired, missing his enemy by an inch. "Next time, I won't miss. You've got to the count of three."
The Well Manicured Man stood. "Well, Agent Mulder, I'm surprised at your determination. You will never find her you know." He took one step back.
"By the time you do she'll be dead. My colleague is surprisingly bitter about Scully's recovery last time." He took another step back.
"He'll make sure that this time, the job is done right." He took another step back. "Even if he has to do it himself."
The Man turned and left. The gun shook in Mulder's hand and he dropped to his knees. Why did Well Manicured Man tell him all the horrible details? Why did he have to tell me? If he wants to get rid of me, kill me, not Dana, Fox thought.
He stared down at the gun in his hand. Did he mean what he'd said? That he'd kill everyone who'd ever hurt Scully? That meant he'd have to kill himself. He'd hurt her. He'd left her when he ran away to Alaska. He'd hurt her when he'd slept with Kristen Killar. He'd even hurt her when he'd cut her off when she'd tried to call him Fox. All she's done was try to be my friend and I turned my back on her, he thought.
What a jerk I am. This is more pain than I can bear.
He stared at the gun again. If Scully was going to die, he was too. He lifted the gun and pushed the muzzle to his forehead. He remembered doing this before with Pusher. Only then, he'd been trying to save Dana's life by taking his own. This time, he was taking his own out of pain and confusion.
Oh, well, Mulder thought with a small smirk, at least I've worn good ties.
He pulled the trigger.
No flash of white. No pain. No blood.
He was alive. Why? He looked into the barrel of the gun. Empty. He'd only loaded one bullet. And that one he's wasted on the bench. It should have been buried in a skull. Well Manicured Man's skull. Or Cancerman's. Or his.
Suddenly, the decrepit agent heard a loud crack. A searing pain ripped trough his chest. What the?
He looked down. There was blood on his shirt. His blood. "Oh God," he groaned and passed out from the pain.
Across the mall, Cancerman dropped the gun into the stream. He peeled off his glove and stuck it in his pocket. That was one down, one to go.
Or maybe the other wouldn't have to go. He'd seen Mulder sleepless with pain and suffering at losing his partner.
It was time he saw Scully doing the same.
Title: 1999: 7. Window Shopping
Author: Cadi K.
Flames, praise, complaints, complements are welcome!
Disclaimer: The characters Mulder, Scully, Samantha, and others are not my creation. They are from the X-Files and belong to Ten-Thirteen Productions, Chris Carter, and Fox Network. As usual, no infringement is intended.
This is Part 7 in the 1998 series. 1998 is a M/S romance story, though nothing much hot and heavy has happened yet. You must read parts 1-6 to understand this story. But don't worry, I guarantee it will be interesting!
Samantha shot out of a dead sleep. Something was wrong. She looked around. She was in her new room at the Mulder's house, her real family. She stepped out of bed. It was still relatively early in the morning. No need to wake her mother yet.
She walked quietly down the hall. It was a habit she'd kept since before her abduction. Her brother had always been a light sleeper, and if she woke him before he was ready to face the world, he'd be in an awful mood all day. Fox wasn't here this morning, he was back in Washington. He'd promised to be back before she had to go back to college.
Sam knew her brother was distracted by his partner's disappearance. She also knew he was convinced that the aliens took Scully like they had taken her. If it was true, she prayed that Dana was stronger than she had been. If the aliens hadn't returned her when they did, she might have died. She'd often thought about why they didn't just give her back to the Mulders, but she knew it was to keep her father silent. Ultimately, it was hoped he would die or get Alzheimer's disease. After his death, Fox was finally led to her.
Sam was glad.
She went into the kitchen and made herself some breakfast. Soon, she heard her mother get up and come down the steps. When Mrs. Mulder entered the kitchen, she was chipper and happy. She helped Sam with breakfast and cleaning up after word. Had Samantha spent the last years with her mother, she'd have know that Mrs. Mulder was not usually as happy. Having Sam back made all the difference in the world.
The phone rang in the hall. "I'll get it," Sam said and whisked over to the phone. "Hello, Mulder residence."
A gruff male voice asked, "Mrs. Mulder?"
"No, this is her daughter, Samantha." Sam smiled. She liked her name and liked to be called Mrs. Mulder's daughter.
There was a pause on the other end. "Hello, Samantha. Agent Mulder has talked a lot about you. You were his reason for joining the Bureau. This is Assistant Director Walter Skinner. I'm Mulder's boss."
"Nice to meet you. I'm afraid Fox isn't here-"
"I know. That's why I called." Skinner's voice took on a saddened tone. "There's something you and your mother need to know, Sam. Agent Mulder has had an accident. Actually, he was attacked. He's been shot through the chest. A jogger found him nearly dead and called the hospital. He's lost a lot of blood and he might not make it." Skinner cleared his throat. "I'm so sorry."
Samantha fought back tears. "Well, where is he? Give me the name of the hospital and we'll come see him."
"I don't think that's a good idea. There are people who want to hurt your brother, Sam. That's why he was shot. I've posted guards at the door of his room in ICU. I think it would be best if you just stayed where you are. I don't want anyone else getting hurt." Skinner sounded like he wasn't going to give anymore information."
"Please, Sam. Just you and your mother stay there. I'll call you with updates," Skinner assured her, then paused. "If he gets worse, I'll tell you where he is. Good-bye, Samantha." He hung up.
Sam stood in the hall holding the receiver. She leaned against the wall and cried. Her mother came into the hall, still smiling. She'd heard none of the conversation. She saw Samantha and all the blood drained from her face. She stopped smiling.
"Sam, what's wrong?" she asked urgently.
"It's Fox." Sam looked up, her eyes red and her face tear- streaked. "Somebody shot him, Mom."
"Oh my God." Mrs. Mulder ran forward and hugged her daughter. "How could anyone hurt him? Why did they have to hurt him too? Must I live without one of my children for the rest of my life. Please God, say it isn't so."
The phone rang in Margaret Scully's home. Maybe it's Fox with news about Dana, she thought.
"Mrs. Scully? This Walter Skinner of the FBI."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Skinner. Do you have any news on my Dana? Is everything all right?"
"I'm afraid the answer to both those questions is no. As of yet, we haven't any idea where Dana Scully is. And not everything is all right. Something has happened to Agent Mulder. He has you on a list of people to call if anything would happen to him."
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. "What's happened. Mr. Skinner?"
"Agent Mulder was shot last night. A jogger found him while out on a morning run and called the hospital. He's lost a lot of blood and had emergency surgery. Frankly, I don't think he'll make it."
Margaret's neck stiffened. "Don't you give up on Fox yet. He's a tough person."
"I hope so. There's something else, though, Mrs. Scully. A gun was found lying near Agent Mulder. It's believed that he attempted suicide, and when it didn't work, someone else decided to finish the job."
"Where is Fox, Mr. Skinner?"
"As I told Samantha Mulder, I don't think it would be a good-"
"Let me tell you something, Walter Skinner. Fox Mulder is like a son to me. He means as much as one of my own children. I've already lost Melissa and Dana may be dead and I'll be damned if I'm going to lose another. Now you tell me what hospital, what room and what floor NOW." Margaret Scully never lost her cool, she just got her point across.
"Yes ma'am." Skinner provided her with the information.
"Goodbye, Mr. Skinner," Mrs. Scully said and hung up. She got her coat and left for the hospital. There was no way she was going to Fox Mulder whither away and die. She'd fight him and every doctor in the place.
Fox had to be alive for when Dana came back. They'd show those higher ups who was REALLY in charge.
Mulder slowly oozed back into consciousness. Where ever he was, it was quiet. Maybe I'm dead, he thought.
He moved slightly and a searing pain tore through his chest. Nope, he thought, I'm still alive. There's no way that there's this much pain in the afterlife. I wonder where I am?
He decided it was safe to open his eyes. He was staring at a cool white ceiling with fluorescent lights. He rolled his head to the side and saw an IV pumping away. His nose itched and he realized that he had tubes in his nostrils. He hated those things. Above all, he hated hospitals. So sterile and funny smelling.
He remembered other times he'd been in the hospital. When he'd been shot working the Lucas Henry case with the psychopathic, self-claimed psychic. Another time he ended up in the hospital when he ran off to Alaska and caught that alien virus. He should have went to a hospital when Scully shot him, but they couldn't stay behind and put themselves in danger.
All the times he'd been in the hospital, Scully had been with him. She helped him recover and get back on the job. He wondered if, by some miracle, she was there with him this time, too. He sat up with immense pain and saw a Scully face. But it wasn't his Scully.
"Hello, Fox. I see you're awake. Are you in pain?" Margaret Scully asked.
Fox slammed his head back into the pillow. "Oh boy. You bet. This is worse that when Scully shot me." He lifted his head and cocked and eyebrow. "Who shot me this time?"
"We don't know. But you almost died. Some nice jogger found you and called the paramedics."
I bet I know who shot me, Mulder thought. Instead, he asked, "Are Samantha and Mom here?"
"No, Mr. Skinner wouldn't tell them the address or anything. He said it was too dangerous. He was afraid they'd get hurt too." Magaret smiled. "He sure seemed worried about you!"
"Skinner? Worried about me? Somehow, I find that hard to believe. Why wouldn't he let them come and he let you?"
Mrs. Scully smiled again. "I told him there was no way I was losing another child and that I wanted to be here for you." Her eyes misted and Mulder knew she was thinking about Dana.
Heck, his eyes misted too. He missed waking up in a hospital bed and seeing her. He missed not seeing her at work. He just plain missed her.
A nurse came in and smiled at Mulder. "Well, I see someone is awake. You're making a fast recovery. They'll probably move you to another unit soon. You don't need to be in Intesive Care any longer." She left after giving him a shot to numb the pain.
"Well, I think I'll get some rest. I've been sleeping for quite a while, but I'm tired."
"Alright. Do you want me to call Sam?" Margaret asked him.
"Please. Tell her as soon as they move me out of here, I'll tell her where I am." Mulder closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Dreams came. Scully was the focus of them all. In one, she was dead. Another, she was still abducted. The final dream had her back, but no the same. She didn't smile like she had or glare at him when she was mad. She was void off all emotion. It scared Mulder to death. He woke up in a cold sweat. Another nurse came in and told him that he's slept all night and into the next day. It was almost 1pm and they were going to move him in an hour.
He sat and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Scully. Where was she? What were they doing to her. He shuddered. He didn't want to think about it.
Mulder also thought about his suicide attempt. How stupid. What good was he in finding Scully dead? He was the only one who could find her, he was convinced of that. If he was dead, how would he ever find her and bring her back to her mother and to him?
Finally, he thought about his shooting. There was no doubt in his mind that Cancerman had shot him. The man who was the Devil's spawn had shot to kill. But Mulder wasn't dead. He was alive. And that smoke-sucking butthole had better watch his butt, because there was no way Fox William Mulder was letting him get away again.
At one o'clock, some orderlies came in. They helped him into a wheel chair and marveled at his quick recovery. Before he left, Sam and his mom showed up.
"Hey big brother! How dare you go getting shot on me. I know the drive from DC to Massachusets is long, but you don't have to get yourself killed if you don't want to come see me!" Samantha grinned.
Mulder cracked a sweet smile back. "Sam, I'd drive to China and back to see you!"
Tears sprang to Sam's eyes. She gave him a gentle hug around his neck. "Well, don't you go anywhere."
Mulder looked over at his mom. She was crying. "Hi, Mom."
"I thought I'd lost you too..." she sniffed and hugged the life out of her son.
"Hey, you keeping hugging me like that, and you will lose me!"
The orderly wheeled him down the hall. Mulder passed several rooms with their doors open and he looked into each one. May patients had family gathered around, but one or two were alone and they seemed so sad.
As he was nearing the elevator, he saw one room that had a large window that you could look in. A doctor was just leaving and Mulder couldn't help but look in. There was no family in the room. "Doc, why does this room have a window and the other don't?" Mulder asked stopping the doctor leaving the room.
"Oh, this patient has been in a coma since they arrived. We put her in here so in case anyone recognized her, they could tell us and we'd know who she is." The doctor shook his head. "We don't know what's wrong with her. It's a shame, such a pretty young woman. Congratulations on your recovery!" the doctor said and walked off. "So sad, Mulder thought. I hope someone can figure out who she is. As the wheelchair rolled by the door, Mulder's eye caught a quick flash of color.
A bright reddish hue.
Fox's heart fell dead in his chest. "Excuse me, can we go in that room?" he asked.
The orderly gave him a strange look, as well as his family who was walking with him. "Well, sure, if you want I guess." Mulder was wheeled into the room and the most beautiful sight greeted his eyes.
On the bed lay a beautiful woman. She had silky red hair and fair skin. He chest rose and fell in a steady beat, but she never opened her eyes. Mulder began to cry with joy.
"Scully," he sighed.
Dana Scully was alive.
Mulder pushed his own chair forward to the edge of the bed. He wanted to touch her, to hold her hand. Yet somehow, she look so fragile that he dare not disturb her.
Margaret Scully walked in. "What are you all doing in he-"
Her eyes moved to the bed. "Dana!" she gasped.
She walked up behind Fox and put her hand on his shoulder. He reached up with his own hand and put it on hers. "She's so beautiful," he said breathlessly.
"She is," Margaret said.
The doctor walked in. "Hey, Agent Mulder, the orderly said you knew this girl?"
"Yes," Mulder replied. "Her name is Dana Kathrine Scully and she's been missing since March 26. She's a doctor."
"Thank God. We needed to know who she was so we could get her old charts. Now maybe we can save her. Is she a friend of yours, Agent Mulder?"
Mulder smiled. "You could say that. But she's much more important to me than just friend."
"Well, you can stay here if you want. We can put another bed in here. I don't know how to explain this, but she looks better already, just with you in here. I think she needs you in here."
"Thank you. Um, can I, uh touch her?" Mulder asked timidly.
"Of course. Talk to her. Anything." The doctor left to collect Scully's history.
Mulder held her hand and smoothed her skin with his thumb. "I didn't think I'd ever find you again," he told her. "I mean what I said. I love you. Come back."
For the final miracle of the day, Dana blinked. She groaned and drowsily opened her eyes. "Oh God, no more tests!" she cried out.
Dana Scully rolled her head to the direction of the voice. Could it be? she wondered.
It was. "Mulder!" She tried to sit up, but she was dizzy and decided to just lay still. She looked around and saw that his family, as well as her own, was standing around. So instead of kissing him like she really wanted, she said, "Dang! You look like death warmed over, Mulder!"
He couldn't help but smile. The Enigmatic Dr. Scully was at it again. "You don't look so bad yourself. How do you feel?"
"Fine." Scully looked at her mother. Margaret was smiling so big, you'd have thought her face would stretch. "Hi, Mom."
"Hello, dear. Feeling all right? Would you like us all to leave?"
Scully bit her lip in an effort not to scream, "Yes, leave now!"
Instead, she just said, "If you want."
Samantha, Mrs. Mulder, and Margaret filed out the door. Scully was alone with Mulder.
"I missed you a lot while you were gone," Mulder told her. "In fact, I did some pretty stupid stuff, but I'll tell you about that later. And there were some things I wanted to tell you, too. First of all, enough with all this Mulder and Scully crap. It's Fox and Dana. OK?"
"Sure. And there's something I wanted to tell you too."
Mulder looked faintly surprised. "Really? What?"
Dana smiled. "This." She sat up and kissed him.
For the second time that day, Mulder's heart shut down.
"Oh and, Fox?" Dana asked.
"Yes Dana?" Mulder smiled. He loved the way she said his name.
"I love you too." End