I started this story months ago but never finished more than a few hundred words. I found it under my saved files this morning and I started working on it. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: The X-Files and any characters are not mine but you better believe that the plot and the story itself is.

Moving. It was something she did out of loyalty to her family, even if she didn't want to. At least that's what she told herself. Who was she kidding, she moved because she had to. She hated it, but she did it anyway. She seemed to mind it the most out of her siblings. Her father was in the Navy, so their family moved often, almost once a year. This year she was going into tenth grade at a big school with almost 3000 teenagers in it. Chances are that she would be able to get at least one good friend.

"Dana, honey. Wake up. It's your first day of school and you should get ready," Dana's mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

She woke up startled by her mother's voice. She soon realized that she was on the floor. One of the downsides of moving is that it takes so long to buy new things like beds for the kids, so she slept in a sleeping bag.

"Coming Mom."

As soon as she walked out of her room, she smelled the fresh pancakes that her mother had made. She descended the stairs, her feet making thumping noises on every step. Her older brother Bill, older sister Melissa, and younger brother Charlie were already seated at the card table they were temporarily using as a dining room table.

Charlie was in ninth grade and currently talking about the possibility of homeschooling. "Moooom, what can't we just be homeschooled. We move around so much that we never get to make any real friends. We always move before we can make lasting relationships. If you homeschooled us, we wouldn't have to go through the heartbreak of losing those friends."

"You can always keep in touch by phone, email, or any of those other contraptions you kids have now a days. You know when I was younger…"

At this point, she stopped listening to her mother out and started eating.

"You know, I like the fact that we move so often. It gives us a chance to start over, be who we wanna be." The only people Bill missed when they moved were his many girlfriends. In each city they settled in, he had a different persona. Yesterday, he let everyone know that he was going to be bad-ass. She inwardly laughed as she remembered her mother scolding him, but as a part of his new personality, he didn't back down. He was a senior this year and thought he could do anything.

She finished her pancake and got up from the table. "You guys, we're gonna be late. It's our first day and I don't want a tardy-"

"Dana, you're such a goody-two-shoes. We'll be there on time," Melissa said. She was a junior this year, and probably the only person she felt that she could trust. She was supportive, fun, and knew how to keep a secret.

The other three teens stood up and grabbed their backpacks. Bill got in the driver's seat, Melissa sat in the passenger seat, and Dana and Charlie sat in the back.

When they finally got to school, there was about ten minutes before the final bell would ring. The four of them scurried to find their lockers. Dana finally found hers, which was luckily right next to her first class which was…English. She unpacked her backpack and walked into her first class.

Only about half of the class was there. The desks were in straight rows. There were three kids in the far back who were looking at her. There was a girl and a boy sitting next to each other and behind the boy was another boy. He was sitting in the back right corner. She took a chance and decided to sit next to him behind the girl.

"Hi, I'm Dana Scully. I'm new and I know you don't know me, but I don't have anywhere else to sit."

The girl in front of her turned around and gave her a giant grin, "Hi, I'm Monica," She pointed at the boy next to her, "And this idiot John," She pointed at the boy next to her, "And this is Mulder. His first name is Fox but he likes to be called Mulder. We're having a debate right now about the existence of extra terrestrials. Mulder and I believe that they do exist but John is naive and thinks that the universe revolves around us. What do you think?"

"I think the probability of there being aliens, especially ones that look somewhat like us is very small."

"See!" John said, giving her a small thumbs up and earning a glare from Monica.

"I know but what about Roswell? I mean that's way too big to make up. Oh wait, sorry, you were gonna say that it is all a bunch of lunatics with no life going on and on about little green men. Right Doggett?" Mulder said sarcastically.

She looked at him for the first time and found that she couldn't look away. He had a distinguished profile. His nose was big, but not too big. In fact, it was the perfect size for him. His lips were also perfect, his lower lip slightly bigger than his upper one. And his eyes were a hazel that she knew she could get lost in if she looked too long.

She looked away quickly, shaking her head.

Monica gave her a curious look, but Dana was saved by the bell. School had started.

The teacher walked in slowly, shutting the door behind him.

"I'm Mr. Skinner and I'll be your English teacher this year. You can call me Mr. Skinner, Skinner, Coach. Frankly, I don't give a damn. Just don't call me Skinman." As soon as he said that, the four of them knew that they were going to like him. "What I want you to do right now is get out your notebooks-" There was a great commotion as everyone took them out, "And write. Write about anything. Write about your summer, what you did last year, the fight between you and your best friend yesterday. Just write."

Dana decided to write about moving. Almost every teacher every year had them do this exercise, so every year she wrote about her most recent move. The clock ticked as the minutes passed by. When ten minutes had gone, Skinner held up a hand and said, "Alright everyone. What I'm going to do now is give you a partner. You will be partnered with this person for the rest of the term and you will do everything together," All of the students looked nervous, "Your partner will be the person sitting next to you. If you have issues with that person, I don't care. Get over it." Dana and Mulder looked at each other and smiled, as did Monica and John. "What I want you to do now is to give your partner your journal and your partner will read it, critique it, and give it back to you. I want to see red marks all over your papers."

She handed him her journal as he handed her his. She grabbed two red pens out of her bag and gave one to him. He muttered his thanks and they started reading.

This summer I went to my summer house in Florida. It was very warm every day and there were a lot of things to do. There are tennis courts, a swimming pool, and a gym there. Although I should have had a great time, I was bored and lonely. My parents had no time for me. They were more concentrated on work than having fun. I was around so many people but felt so alone.

It was obvious that he had written something just to get the assignment done, but it still made her feel bad for him. The journal went on to talk about how he played pool by himself, learned how to water ski with the butler, and watched the Food Network channel all day. She marked his paper accordingly.

"No I want you and your partner to go over what you have marked. Don't be shy now."

He handed her back her paper. There were no red marks on it.

"Why didn't you check my paper?"

"I did. It was so good that there was nothing to change."

"Thanks," she said shyly. "Here's what you did wrong-"

When they were done, there was time to spare, so she asked him a question.

"So you're rich right? I mean you have a butler and everything. But you said you felt so alone. Why is that?"

"My father works for the government so all he does is paperwork. He never comes out of his office. I try to peak in there sometimes, but my mother always yells at me. She's a consultant and always goes on these long trips. I'm not allowed to call her or see her. But they're never home anyway and when they are they don't pay attention to me. They used to hire a babysitter, but then they decided I was old enough to take care of myself. Most of the time, I stay at John's house. His parents are really nice and they understand my situation."

"That's terrible."

"It's ok. I have great friends and that's all I need." She mentally praised him for being so strong even when things weren't going well. "What about you though Scully? It sounds like you've moved so many times that you're miserable."

Scully? It was odd, but she kind of liked it. "Yeah, it sucks but I prefer to think of it as a new start. It's not like there are no consequences to my actions, but the only people that will really remember after a while are my parents and siblings."

"I would remember," he said softly, then looked at her and blushed.

"Thanks."

There was something she liked about him. He was outgoing, not afraid to speak his mind. At the same time though, he seemed to be a genuinely nice guy who cared about things other than himself. She didn't know how she gathered all of that from this conversation, but she did, and she instantly became taken with him.

"Ok. For homework tonight," the entire class groaned, "Oh relax. For homework tonight, you and your partner have to write a story. It has to be about yourselves and it could be anything. It could be a real story, or if you just met, you could make up something outrageous. This is due next Monday which is one week from now. I will not be giving you any time to work on this in class, so you have to get together outside of school hours. I'm not an unfair teacher! I know how much homework you will be getting in the next few days. Mr. Middleton's class has this assignment due tomorrow. Be grateful! Class dismissed."

Mulder, Scully, John, and Monica were among the last to leave the room. They all headed in the same direction to their lockers.

"Hey Dana, where's your locker?" Monica asked.

"Um… 467," Everyone laughed, "What's so funny?"

"Last year we had some friends of ours hack into the school's computer and change all of our locker numbers. Our lockers are 466, 468, and 469. He couldn't move whoever was in 467 because she was a transfer student. I guess she's you. What are the chances of that?" Doggett explained.

"Oh my God. Hacking into the school's computer! You guys could get expelled for that!"

"Relax Scully, it wasn't us. It was three of the smartest computer geeks you'll ever meet. They told us there was no way we could get caught," Mulder reassured her.

Her parents always told her to make the right friends, to hang around with the right people. These were nice people, and she found that she didn't care if they hacked into the school's computer. For the first time, she felt like she actually fit in on the first day of school.

Ok. How did you like it? Was it really bad? People kept calling my cell phone and interrupting me. I just got back from the best winter break ever! I went snowboarding and skating and I am SOOO sore. Anyway, PLEASE review and email me!