Hi everybody,

So here it is, my first X files story. It's set somewhere around and of season 6, beginning of 7 ish, not to be vague, and is pretty much AU, but I don't really know where it's going yet to it might follow some of the X files story. (Which, by the way, does not belong to me at all. Don't sue, Chris Carter. Please.)

Reviews are awesome, even just a word or two, and I promise to reply.

Thanks for reading,

phoenix

The first thing that woke her was the pain. An ear splitting headache exploding through her brain.

Her body jerked on the ground as she let out a tiny, choked cry. Inside, she was screaming.

Her long fingernails dug into her palms, and her ropes of dark brow hair were buried in sand and ocean water. The freezing water lapped playfully at her lifeless body, dressed in a thick white shirt similar to a hospital gown.

Finally, after days of lying alone on the beach, her eyes began to open. She looked up at the light of the moon, blurred and blinding, staring at a new world with the wonder and innocence of a newborn's eyes.

Then she heard the voices. Her heart raced as they drew closer. She had no language, and could not understand their words, but as their hands reached for her, she panicked and fought back. Her ears, still unfamiliar to sound, could hear their screams.

She couldn't control it, it all happened so fast. But even through her new eyes she could see those two figures, once living, lying dead in the sand.

And then she ran.

Fox Mulder swung open his office door on a Monday morning with a grin on his face. Dana Scully looked up from whatever she was typing on his computer and rolled her eyes.

"Don't jump to conclusions, Scully, not until you've read this." He slapped a file, packed with photos and papers on the desk. Absentmindedly, she flipped to the first page and stopped. "Sydney, Australia, Mulder? I'm not flying al the way to-"

He cut her off. "I'm not asking you to fly all the way to Sydney, Scully. If you'll bother to read the file you'll fine that it says the girl was found in Sydney, but then was moved to an institution right here in D.C." He pounded his fist on the desk with every syllable. "And then if you read on-"

"I'm reading this file, Mulder, give me a sec," Scully smirked. She squinted at the page. "Girl, approximately seventeen year old, washes up on a beach near Sydney harbor. No memory, no language-"

"Until, after only a few days of exposure to the language, she starts speaking fluent English." Mulder cut in.

"Yes," Scully said, getting ready for one of her famous "most plausible and scientific explanation" speeches. "but her lack of speech could have been caused by disorders induced by trauma. I mean, washing up on a beach with no memory must have been pretty traumatic for a girl as young as sixteen-"

"Well yeah," Mulder said, flipping to another page in the file, "but look at the data gathered from these tests. She has full photographic memory and muscle memory, more so then these doctors say they've ever seen. She's mastered skills of advanced mathematics and sciences, and look here, martial arts, for god's sake!"

"So you want to head over to this nuthouse to talk to some teenage genius amnesiac?" Scully asked, but Mulder was already reaching for his coat.

"Yeah. Possibly a teenage genius amnesiac killer too. A couple of dead tourists showed up on the beach where they found her."

Scully rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

The question went unanswered. Mulder simply reached for the doorknob. "C'mon or we'll be late."

The file lay open on the table. Scully looked at the picture papercliped to the edge of the folder. A young girl stared back with green eyes.

Scully closed the file and turned to her partner waiting in the doorway and followed his footsteps, closing the door quietly behind her.