Title: Good Always Comes From The Bad
Author: Jennifer Kelley
(JnnLuvsU@hotmail.com)
Spoilers: The cancer arc
Category: MSR
Rating: PG-13 for some naughty language
Disclaimer: Any name remotely recognizable is not mine, and even if the powers that be did decide to sue me, it wouldn't do any good, considering I'm 15 and couldn't afford the lawyer it would take to defend myself.
Summary: Scully's cancer returns, and Mulder goes on a mad search for a cure.
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Chapter 1
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FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
July 17, 2001
Fox Mulder sat in his basement office and looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes. 'Where his she, she's never late.' They had talked on the phone last night, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was that she had said. Did she mention she was going to be late? He was asking himself, but couldn't recall what he had said, let alone what she had said. He finally came to the conclusion that she must have mentioned it, and got back to reading the file that had somehow mysteriously appeared in his 'in' box when he came in this morning. He was sure it hadn't been there when he and Scully had left the night before. He was so engrossed in his reading that he nearly fell out of his chair when the phone rang. "Mulder," he answered, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Fox, this is Margaret Scully. Do you know where Dana is? I need to talk to her."
Scully's Mom. He really loved Mrs. Scully and thought of her as sort of a surrogate mother. He usually enjoyed the talks they had take to having since Dana's abduction, but now, knowing that Scully wasn't at her mother's, he was too worried to try to make conversation. He didn't want to worry her, though, so instead of voicing his worries, he said, "Actually I haven't heard from Scully since last night. I assumed she had gone to visit you. Is there something wrong, Mrs. Scully?"
Her voice showed her concern. That was another thing he really liked about the Scully family, they actually seemed to care about each other. That was more than he could say for his own. "It's just that when she called me last night, she sounded concerned about something, and said she would call me this morning, but she didn't and I can't seem to reach her."
What would Scully be concerned about, he was asking himself at the same time as trying to assuage Mrs. Scully's fears, "I'm sure she's fine, Mrs. Scully and will call you soon,"
"I'm sure your right, Fox, I just worry sometimes. Will you do me a favor and when she comes in tell her to call me?"
"Of course, Mrs. Scully, you have a good day, now, and try not to worry, OK."
"OK, Fox, I'll talk to you later, Bye."
"Bye, Mrs. Scully." Fox said and hung up the phone. He was really worried, now, and frantically tried to think of what they had talked about on the phone last night. "Why can't I remember?" He shouted to himself. He thought about it a little more and was just about ready to go and ask Skinner if she had mentioned anything to him, when the phone rang again. He picked it up, "Mulder."
The voice came that came back sounded strained, as if she had been crying, "Mulder," and he recognized it right away.
"Scully, where are you? What's wrong, why have you been crying? Your mother's worried sick."
"Whoa, slow down, Mulder, I'm at Georgetown Medical. Can you come down here?"
He felt his heart constrict in his chest and tears come to his eyes, "Why, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Please, just hurry." She said, and he heard her break down into tears. He was close to crying himself, he hated to see her in pain.
"I'm on my way," he answered and began to pack everything together.
"Oh, and Mulder, please don't tell mom." She said softly.
He stopped dead in his tracks. The last time she had asked him not to tell her mother something was when she had cancer, "Scully. . ."
"Please," she asked.
He could never deny her anything, and she knew that. "OK, Scully I won't tell her yet, but you know she's already worried, and I told her that you would call her."
"And I will, but right now is not the right time. Just hurry and get here, OK?"
"I'll be right there," he answered, and hung up the phone with a thousand thoughts running through his brain. He was walking out the door when the phone rang again. He just kept walking, not even looking back. He raced to his car, and started toward Georgetown Medical.
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To Be Continued
Author: Jennifer Kelley
(JnnLuvsU@hotmail.com)
Spoilers: The cancer arc
Category: MSR
Rating: PG-13 for some naughty language
Disclaimer: Any name remotely recognizable is not mine, and even if the powers that be did decide to sue me, it wouldn't do any good, considering I'm 15 and couldn't afford the lawyer it would take to defend myself.
Summary: Scully's cancer returns, and Mulder goes on a mad search for a cure.
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Chapter 1
****************************************
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
July 17, 2001
Fox Mulder sat in his basement office and looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes. 'Where his she, she's never late.' They had talked on the phone last night, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was that she had said. Did she mention she was going to be late? He was asking himself, but couldn't recall what he had said, let alone what she had said. He finally came to the conclusion that she must have mentioned it, and got back to reading the file that had somehow mysteriously appeared in his 'in' box when he came in this morning. He was sure it hadn't been there when he and Scully had left the night before. He was so engrossed in his reading that he nearly fell out of his chair when the phone rang. "Mulder," he answered, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Fox, this is Margaret Scully. Do you know where Dana is? I need to talk to her."
Scully's Mom. He really loved Mrs. Scully and thought of her as sort of a surrogate mother. He usually enjoyed the talks they had take to having since Dana's abduction, but now, knowing that Scully wasn't at her mother's, he was too worried to try to make conversation. He didn't want to worry her, though, so instead of voicing his worries, he said, "Actually I haven't heard from Scully since last night. I assumed she had gone to visit you. Is there something wrong, Mrs. Scully?"
Her voice showed her concern. That was another thing he really liked about the Scully family, they actually seemed to care about each other. That was more than he could say for his own. "It's just that when she called me last night, she sounded concerned about something, and said she would call me this morning, but she didn't and I can't seem to reach her."
What would Scully be concerned about, he was asking himself at the same time as trying to assuage Mrs. Scully's fears, "I'm sure she's fine, Mrs. Scully and will call you soon,"
"I'm sure your right, Fox, I just worry sometimes. Will you do me a favor and when she comes in tell her to call me?"
"Of course, Mrs. Scully, you have a good day, now, and try not to worry, OK."
"OK, Fox, I'll talk to you later, Bye."
"Bye, Mrs. Scully." Fox said and hung up the phone. He was really worried, now, and frantically tried to think of what they had talked about on the phone last night. "Why can't I remember?" He shouted to himself. He thought about it a little more and was just about ready to go and ask Skinner if she had mentioned anything to him, when the phone rang again. He picked it up, "Mulder."
The voice came that came back sounded strained, as if she had been crying, "Mulder," and he recognized it right away.
"Scully, where are you? What's wrong, why have you been crying? Your mother's worried sick."
"Whoa, slow down, Mulder, I'm at Georgetown Medical. Can you come down here?"
He felt his heart constrict in his chest and tears come to his eyes, "Why, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Please, just hurry." She said, and he heard her break down into tears. He was close to crying himself, he hated to see her in pain.
"I'm on my way," he answered and began to pack everything together.
"Oh, and Mulder, please don't tell mom." She said softly.
He stopped dead in his tracks. The last time she had asked him not to tell her mother something was when she had cancer, "Scully. . ."
"Please," she asked.
He could never deny her anything, and she knew that. "OK, Scully I won't tell her yet, but you know she's already worried, and I told her that you would call her."
"And I will, but right now is not the right time. Just hurry and get here, OK?"
"I'll be right there," he answered, and hung up the phone with a thousand thoughts running through his brain. He was walking out the door when the phone rang again. He just kept walking, not even looking back. He raced to his car, and started toward Georgetown Medical.
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To Be Continued