Title: Allison
Category: MSR/Angst/A little of everything in between
Rating: T (At this time)
Summary and Note: (Alternate reality) Scully has never had William, nor has Mulder been abducted, but they have been partners for 8 years—Their strength has brought them together, tested time and again, but this time, a new face comes into their lives that could alter the rest of their lives forever.
Disclaimer: These characters, Mulder, Scully, and all X Files affiliated characters belong to Chris Carter, TenThirteen, and Fox Productions. Allison is my own creation, derived from a fantastic ideal, one that has proven to be quite the adventure to write in.
10:30 AM Small town in western Oregon—
Nearly sixty miles from the semi-metropolitan city of Eugene, Oregon rests a small, hill and forest town where a two story, beautiful hunter green home with a brick fence around it rests. In the yard there was a large above ground pool, a big swing set that was most likely built by hand, and a girl's bike with purple flower stickers on the seat. The yard in the back of the house was huge, with a large section of it devoted to the garden of fruits, vegetables, and flowers near the back door of the house. You could already hear the giggling and squeaking of an 8 year old girl's voice from behind a tree in the flower bed followed by her mother's voice in a strong tone.
"Allison, you better not be ripping up those petunias again," Mary had her back turned to her daughter, but knew exactly what she was doing by now.
Allison's little fingers were already around the base of one section of the petunias when she looked up at her mom, almost innocently, "Aw, but mom…can't I pick one?"
"One is not twenty, little girl, you may pick one and only one," Mary laughed to herself and pressed some fresh soil around her newly planted roses, "After that you may go pick some of the daisies, since those grow like the weeds anyway."
Allison grinned and picked the prettiest petunia she could find, then quickly trotted off to the daisy bed. Her long, nearly black hair sparkled in the sunlight, framing her softly freckled face, long eyelashes and big, greenish brown eyes. She looked strikingly beautiful for someone so young and already full of wisdom behind the mischievousness of childhood. Allison held next to no resemblance to Mary. Mary's looks were that of a Barbie; her hair was blond, her eyes were blue, tiny waist, long legs. The only part of Mary's body that was not Barbie-esque was her lack of a larger cupsize. Mary shared her stature with her little girl, though.
"Max, could you bring out some lemonade for us girls?" Mary noticed her husband was tinkering around in the kitchen.
Max was much more like Allison…tall, dark haired, and pale. His grin was also highlighted by the presence of two very pronounced dimples. He laughed from the kitchen while pouring two tall glasses of chilled lemonade.
"Two tall semi sweet lemonades," He announced as he walked out to the covered picnic table in the center of the yard.
Allison walked up to her Dad, presenting the daisies and the singular petunia to him, "For you, Daddy…"
"Oh, how beautiful, Ally, I better go put these beauties in some water," Max's grin was only enhanced by the presence of his daughter.
"Thank you, Daddy," Allison sipped at her lemonade as Mary joined her at the table.
Mary and Max looked at each other, love in their eyes, kissed each other softly as Max turned back toward the house to put the flowers in a vase. Her hand lingered in his for a moment as he started back to the steps. Mary blushed as she noticed Allison was laughing at them.
"Mom, what's it like to kiss a boy?" Allison caught her mother off guard with a question she didn't really want to answer.
Mary choked just slightly on the lemonade and sat down across from her daughter. "Well, kiddo, it's really nice if you love the boy. Why do you ask?"
"Tommy Smith tried to kiss me on the school bus last week—I told him to get his cooties away from me and knocked him out of the seat," Allison told her mother so matter-of-factly, "I told him he was disgusting."
"Well, that's good, Ally, you're a bit too young to be getting kisses from boys," Mary smiled at her, trying not to laugh.
"But maybe someday it won't be so icky?" Allison questioned after gulping down more of her lemonade.
"Maybe someday," Mary laughed, stirring at the ice cubes in her glass with her finger.
The forest behind the house suddenly became quiet. The usual frog or cricket noise was silenced without a warning. Mary looked out towards the thicket, squinting into the darkness of the underbrush. Max was still inside of the house as the lack of noise began to bother Mary. They both had gotten used to the sound of nature in the 10 years living out in the woods—almost as a comfort. The silence was foreboding but Mary directed her attention at Allison to keep her from noticing the slight worry coming over her.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Allison stood up, walking towards her mother.
"Nothing, kiddo—we should make some lunch with Dad," Mary smiled uncomfortably and turned toward the house.
The silence was joined by a bright light that blinded Allison and Mary. The light grew and was joined by a screeching noise, along with wind that knocked Allison to the ground.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Allison was screaming as the wind tossed her into the flower bed, her hands were over her eyes.
She heard nothing back, no other noise but the screeching rang in her ears. The wind stopped blowing and the screeching stopped suddenly. The light was the last thing to fade away, leaving the sounds of the forest to return to normal.
Allison, still half stunned in the flowerbed, opened her eyes, rolled onto her stomach and looked back toward the spot where her mother was. She could see the top of her head as she pulled herself up to her knees. Mary was lying face down in the grass, her hair a mess, and her body was lifeless as Allison crawled towards her.
"Mom?" Allison shook her mother's shoulders. "Wake up…Mom."
Allison stopped touching her mother as she saw the blood running down the side of her face from her ears. Allison screamed in horror and ran into the house to find Max.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mom's hurt!" Allison turned the corner, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Max was on the floor propped up against the fridge, blood coming out his ears, eyes open in terror. Allison stopped screaming and touched her Dad's arm; he was so cold. She started to cry as the realization that both of her parents were dead rang through her head. She grabbed the phone off of the hook and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator's voice was a comfort to Allison.
"My name is Allison Thomas, I think my mom and dad are dead, they have blood coming out of their ears, they aren't breathing, please help," Allison tried to speak calmly as she started to cry harder.
"Allison, I need you to calm down, do you know what happened?" the operator was trying to get her to keep talking.
"There was a bright light and wind—and I don't know! Please help!" Allison collapsed on the floor, dropping the phone beside her.
2 days later, Washington DC, FBI Headquarters—
Fox Mulder, already elbows deep in a stack of paperwork, sifted through a case file as Dana Scully walked into their basement level office, dripping wet from a fresh downpour. She dropped her broken umbrella next to a filing cabinet and peeled off her coat, hanging it over the back of her chair. She grunted in frustration as she realized her white blouse was half soaked, clinging to the bra beneath it.
"Did you win?" Mulder glanced up at her from behind the desk, smiling.
"Win what, Mulder?" She tilted her head in confusion at him as she stirred the creamer in her fresh cup of coffee.
"The wet T-shirt contest, Scully," Mulder looked back down at his haphazardly organized pile of paperwork on the desktop, "Black is a good color on you, by the way."
"Black?" Scully was half confused until she looked down at the wet top, seeing the black fabric of her bra underneath. "Shit."
She buttoned the suit jacket back up and sat down, trying to hide her embarrassment from him. They had always been able to joke around with each other but for some reason today Scully was sensitive to even the thought of him looking at her. She thought of him looking again, examining even, the curve of her hips and waistline. Scully licked her lips at the mere thought of taking off his tie—she liked him better without it. She sighed at the image of him in his off duty gray T-shirts that hugged him in all of the right places. Scully looked in his direction and proceeded to bite ever so softly on her bottom lip as she caught him looking at her again.
"You okay, Scully? You look a little peaked," Mulder's genuine concern for her was overwhelming her senses.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, cold but fine," Scully didn't know whether to look him in the eye or not.
Mulder smiled at her, still half wondering what was on her mind and half focusing on trying to catch a peek at her black bra screaming through her silky white wet blouse. There was something new about her today, or at the very least something he had never truly noticed before—the vulnerable, shy, and quiet side of her was shining like a bright light. He hadn't quite noticed it about her, but it was cute, sexy even, to see her in such a way. He watched her as her fingers fumbled with the hem of her jacket, enamored and enchanted with the way her slender fingers slid along the edge of the fabric.
"What are you staring at?" Scully shifted her weight in the chair, trying to hide her discomfort.
"Nothing," he grinned, as a soft shade of pink began highlighting the parts of his face closest to his ears, then cleared his throat. "Skinner wants us to investigate the sudden death of a couple from Mapleton, Oregon. They were found by their 8 year old adopted daughter, Allison, who doesn't know how it happened. The police that interviewed her said that she 'saw a bright light then heard a loud noise that made the wind blow.' The next thing the girl says is that when she was able to find her parents, both of them were dead, blood trickling out of their ears. She had no wounds, minus a few scrapes and bruises from being 'tossed' into the flowerbed by the wind, and was the one that called 9-1-1. The causes of their deaths have yet to be determined and an autopsy on both is still pending."
"What are you suspecting?" Scully examined the crime scene photos and began to read through the case file.
"Well, I'd like to interview the girl—there are more questions than answers in the statement that the police collected from her. Scully, I don't know what to expect but I do find it coincidental that a case now has some stunning similarities to a case we investigated 8 years ago in the same state of Oregon," Mulder began collecting all of the paperwork for the case, placing them in a briefcase, "I'd like to know what happened to these people."
Scully looked at him, the same man she would run to the end of the earth for, the same man that she knew would give his life to protect hers, and nodded. "When do we leave?"
"Our flight leaves at 6pm. I'll come get you at about 3?" Mulder closed the briefcase and grabbed his jacket.
"I'll see you then," Scully nodded and reached for a stray paper. "You missed one."
Their fingertips brushed against each others, locking their eyes on each other for a long, beautifully agonizing moment. He swallowed hard as he watched her chest heave—both of them went a little weak in the knees—as both did their very best to conceal the tension between them that flowed willingly like electricity. The touch and the gaze finally broke as they both collected themselves and headed off to pack for their journey to the Pacific Northwest for the second time in 8 years.
End Chapter One
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