Title: Slip Sliding Away
Disclaimer: Look at the bottom of your shoe. That is my net worth. Do I look like I own anything to you? I mean, hey, if I owned anything related to the X-Files do you think I'd be here? (Yes, but that's beside the point.)
Summary: Set in season six after Milagro: Scully needs a vacation from the X-Files so she goes somewhere she thinks even Mulder won't find her. When an X-File threatens to ruin her getaway and Mulder turns up, what will she do?
Author's Note: Flu-inspired story. I was wishing to be in better places away from my nagging family so I watched Milagro and thought Scully needed a vacation as much as I did.
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Day 1
Scully at the FBI
This has just not been my week. Actually this just hasn't been my month. First my car breaks down for the zillionth time. I swear for something I use so little that piece of junk breaks down a hell of a lot. Second, I almost got killed, again, by the character of my stalker/want-to- be author, who conveniently could not be shot. Said attempted murder ended when stalker/want-to-be author threw the book into the incinerator and killed him self. I ended up passed out on Mulder's apartment floor with blood all over me. It was the most terrifying experience I've had in a while. I was so frightened I actually cried when Mulder revived me; which brings me to my next complaint. Thirdly, since said attempted murder, Mulder has been treating me like I could break down at any moment. It's getting rather annoying. Some days he's so bad I swear I could kill him. He's assigned me (unofficially) to desk duty. He's even ditched me to run off with (of all people) Agent Fowley on some minor cases.
I, however, am striking back against this horrible stretch, by running away. I have let the AD know that I will be taking off for a while. I actually have accumulated almost a month of paid vacation. As of now, I'm off for the next four weeks. I've even found the perfect place to spend it. Someplace even Mulder won't find me: the middle of the ocean. I'm going on a cruise, under a false name so Mulder won't be able to track me down. Mulder is off on one of his little adventures with Fowley so he won't even know I'm gone until he gets back I should leave a note to let him know he's okay, but I'd rather let him stew in his frantic juices. I told my mother where I'm going, but I left her specific instructions not to tell Mulder unless I didn't show up after a month.
I'm all packed and I have a plane ticket for the eight o'clock to Florida. Today I say goodbye to Agent Dana Scully (at least for a little while) and say hello to Dana Smith. Alright, I know it's not very creative but I'm hoping it's so obvious Mulder will overlook it. I booked the second best suite on the ship. It's got a king sized bedroom, full sized bathroom, living room area, and dinning room/kitchenette that will be stocked regularly. The ship will be sailing down through the Caribbean and up to Bermuda. There are three restaurants, four pools, and six spas. Everything is prepaid. I even have a dinner with the Captain, who is an old friend of the family; like an uncle to me. I can't wait to be out of here. It's almost five.
Later Day 1
Flight 1013
I'm sitting here on this flight. I'm so excited. I'm actually regretting not leaving Mulder a note. I think he wouldn't try so hard to find me if I told him to back off. So here is my note:
Mulder,
I don't know any other way to say it, but I need a break. I can't stand how you're treating me: like some China doll that would break if it ever saw the light of day. I'm not fragile and I don't need you to protect me. I'm also sick of you ditching me to run off with Agent Fowley. You know I don't trust her. Since you obviously trust her word more than you trust mine, I'm stepping aside and letting her be your partner. You don't need me Mulder, at least not anymore. I'm taking a vacation. I can't say exactly when I'll be back and I'm not telling you where I'm going to be. I don't want you to look for me either. Have fun working with Fowley. I'll see you whenever.
Scully
Alright, it's bitter, but if that's what he needs to get it through his thick head then so be it. I'm going to make some decisions on this trip. Maybe when I get back, I'll take that position as Chief Medical Examiner that Quantico keeps offering me. Maybe Mulder will have shaped up and I'll stay. Hell, maybe I'll finally stop brooding over the fact that Mulder will never love me like I love him and get myself a real man.
Day 2
The Piper Maru
I boarded the ship an hour ago and I'm getting unpacked. We won't leave port for another couple of hours but I couldn't stay in my dreary hotel room any longer. The sea was calling me. I'm a sailor, it's in my blood. I feel at ease in the sea.
My rooms are everything I dreamed they would be and more. I have a private balcony with a wonderful view of the ocean. The salty breeze stirs my hair and I feel at peace already. I can't wait until we leave port.
I sent my letter to Mulder this morning by courier. I wonder if he got it yet.
Later Day 2
Mulder's Apartment
A loud pounding on my door woke me from my jetlag-induced sleep. I rolled off the couch and went to answer the door. A young guy stood at the door with a brown envelope in hand. I signed for it and tipped him. I set the envelope down on the table and went into the kitchen to grab some coffee. I put a pot of water on and returned to the envelope.
I had gotten in late last night from a dead end case with Diana in Nowhere, Arkansas. I had the suspicion that if Scully had been there, she could have found a lead. I only didn't take her along because I've been so worried about her. Okay, more like worried about losing her. She was almost killed by that stupid stalker and his book. I know she doesn't need it, or want it, but I feel compelled to protect her. The shrink in me tells me it's because I failed to protect Sam all those years ago. The voice of Truth/Reason in me (which sound exactly like Scully) tells me it's because I'm secretly in love with her. The voice of Truth/Reason is right. I know she doesn't feel the same about me, but I can't stop myself from loving her, ever.
I open the envelope and begin to read: "Mulder, I don't know how to say it any other way but."
Oh my god! She's gone! Gone where? She doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't want me to find her. She thinks I don't trust her. She's going to leave me, not because of some psycho, but because of me. I'm such an idiot. When will she me back? She doesn't say. What if she never comes back? I don't think I could stand it.
Almost immediately I'm on the phone with the Gunmen.
"Hey Mulder," Langley answers the phone. "What's up?"
"Have you guys heard from Scully? She's gone and she didn't say how long she was going for or where she went."
"Oh, yeah, she left a message for you. She says: 'I'm fine. Leave me alone.' She sounded pissed man. How badly did you screw up?"
"Do you guys know where she went?"
"She said not to tell you or contact her unless you were dying or she didn't check in after a month."
"Damn."
"You must have screwed up big time man. She was calling from a pay- phone and it wasn't in the DC area. Good luck. She doesn't want to be found."
I hung up and read the letter over again. Boy did she ever sound bitter. She needs time, the voice of Truth/Reason spoke. Let her be.
I called in sick. It really wasn't worth going into work if Scully wasn't going to be there. Plus, I really didn't want to have to deal with Fowley hitting on me all day. I only brought her on those cases so the AD wouldn't put my ass in a sling.
This just wasn't my week. This just wasn't my month.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: So what do you think so far?
Disclaimer: Look at the bottom of your shoe. That is my net worth. Do I look like I own anything to you? I mean, hey, if I owned anything related to the X-Files do you think I'd be here? (Yes, but that's beside the point.)
Summary: Set in season six after Milagro: Scully needs a vacation from the X-Files so she goes somewhere she thinks even Mulder won't find her. When an X-File threatens to ruin her getaway and Mulder turns up, what will she do?
Author's Note: Flu-inspired story. I was wishing to be in better places away from my nagging family so I watched Milagro and thought Scully needed a vacation as much as I did.
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Day 1
Scully at the FBI
This has just not been my week. Actually this just hasn't been my month. First my car breaks down for the zillionth time. I swear for something I use so little that piece of junk breaks down a hell of a lot. Second, I almost got killed, again, by the character of my stalker/want-to- be author, who conveniently could not be shot. Said attempted murder ended when stalker/want-to-be author threw the book into the incinerator and killed him self. I ended up passed out on Mulder's apartment floor with blood all over me. It was the most terrifying experience I've had in a while. I was so frightened I actually cried when Mulder revived me; which brings me to my next complaint. Thirdly, since said attempted murder, Mulder has been treating me like I could break down at any moment. It's getting rather annoying. Some days he's so bad I swear I could kill him. He's assigned me (unofficially) to desk duty. He's even ditched me to run off with (of all people) Agent Fowley on some minor cases.
I, however, am striking back against this horrible stretch, by running away. I have let the AD know that I will be taking off for a while. I actually have accumulated almost a month of paid vacation. As of now, I'm off for the next four weeks. I've even found the perfect place to spend it. Someplace even Mulder won't find me: the middle of the ocean. I'm going on a cruise, under a false name so Mulder won't be able to track me down. Mulder is off on one of his little adventures with Fowley so he won't even know I'm gone until he gets back I should leave a note to let him know he's okay, but I'd rather let him stew in his frantic juices. I told my mother where I'm going, but I left her specific instructions not to tell Mulder unless I didn't show up after a month.
I'm all packed and I have a plane ticket for the eight o'clock to Florida. Today I say goodbye to Agent Dana Scully (at least for a little while) and say hello to Dana Smith. Alright, I know it's not very creative but I'm hoping it's so obvious Mulder will overlook it. I booked the second best suite on the ship. It's got a king sized bedroom, full sized bathroom, living room area, and dinning room/kitchenette that will be stocked regularly. The ship will be sailing down through the Caribbean and up to Bermuda. There are three restaurants, four pools, and six spas. Everything is prepaid. I even have a dinner with the Captain, who is an old friend of the family; like an uncle to me. I can't wait to be out of here. It's almost five.
Later Day 1
Flight 1013
I'm sitting here on this flight. I'm so excited. I'm actually regretting not leaving Mulder a note. I think he wouldn't try so hard to find me if I told him to back off. So here is my note:
Mulder,
I don't know any other way to say it, but I need a break. I can't stand how you're treating me: like some China doll that would break if it ever saw the light of day. I'm not fragile and I don't need you to protect me. I'm also sick of you ditching me to run off with Agent Fowley. You know I don't trust her. Since you obviously trust her word more than you trust mine, I'm stepping aside and letting her be your partner. You don't need me Mulder, at least not anymore. I'm taking a vacation. I can't say exactly when I'll be back and I'm not telling you where I'm going to be. I don't want you to look for me either. Have fun working with Fowley. I'll see you whenever.
Scully
Alright, it's bitter, but if that's what he needs to get it through his thick head then so be it. I'm going to make some decisions on this trip. Maybe when I get back, I'll take that position as Chief Medical Examiner that Quantico keeps offering me. Maybe Mulder will have shaped up and I'll stay. Hell, maybe I'll finally stop brooding over the fact that Mulder will never love me like I love him and get myself a real man.
Day 2
The Piper Maru
I boarded the ship an hour ago and I'm getting unpacked. We won't leave port for another couple of hours but I couldn't stay in my dreary hotel room any longer. The sea was calling me. I'm a sailor, it's in my blood. I feel at ease in the sea.
My rooms are everything I dreamed they would be and more. I have a private balcony with a wonderful view of the ocean. The salty breeze stirs my hair and I feel at peace already. I can't wait until we leave port.
I sent my letter to Mulder this morning by courier. I wonder if he got it yet.
Later Day 2
Mulder's Apartment
A loud pounding on my door woke me from my jetlag-induced sleep. I rolled off the couch and went to answer the door. A young guy stood at the door with a brown envelope in hand. I signed for it and tipped him. I set the envelope down on the table and went into the kitchen to grab some coffee. I put a pot of water on and returned to the envelope.
I had gotten in late last night from a dead end case with Diana in Nowhere, Arkansas. I had the suspicion that if Scully had been there, she could have found a lead. I only didn't take her along because I've been so worried about her. Okay, more like worried about losing her. She was almost killed by that stupid stalker and his book. I know she doesn't need it, or want it, but I feel compelled to protect her. The shrink in me tells me it's because I failed to protect Sam all those years ago. The voice of Truth/Reason in me (which sound exactly like Scully) tells me it's because I'm secretly in love with her. The voice of Truth/Reason is right. I know she doesn't feel the same about me, but I can't stop myself from loving her, ever.
I open the envelope and begin to read: "Mulder, I don't know how to say it any other way but."
Oh my god! She's gone! Gone where? She doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't want me to find her. She thinks I don't trust her. She's going to leave me, not because of some psycho, but because of me. I'm such an idiot. When will she me back? She doesn't say. What if she never comes back? I don't think I could stand it.
Almost immediately I'm on the phone with the Gunmen.
"Hey Mulder," Langley answers the phone. "What's up?"
"Have you guys heard from Scully? She's gone and she didn't say how long she was going for or where she went."
"Oh, yeah, she left a message for you. She says: 'I'm fine. Leave me alone.' She sounded pissed man. How badly did you screw up?"
"Do you guys know where she went?"
"She said not to tell you or contact her unless you were dying or she didn't check in after a month."
"Damn."
"You must have screwed up big time man. She was calling from a pay- phone and it wasn't in the DC area. Good luck. She doesn't want to be found."
I hung up and read the letter over again. Boy did she ever sound bitter. She needs time, the voice of Truth/Reason spoke. Let her be.
I called in sick. It really wasn't worth going into work if Scully wasn't going to be there. Plus, I really didn't want to have to deal with Fowley hitting on me all day. I only brought her on those cases so the AD wouldn't put my ass in a sling.
This just wasn't my week. This just wasn't my month.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: So what do you think so far?
