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I wish they did, but they don't.
What happens when the person you've spent six years with suddenly
turns up dead on the highway? But what if you found out that it was
all part of the plan? And what if the person that you've spent six
years with suddenly turns up alive on the highway? And you're
realizing this is all part of the plan? And you know from experience
that all plans entail a certain motive. But what if you don't know
what that motive is? How do you stop it? What if you can't?
Never Enough
Time
Chapter 1. The Start
Route 1121, Virginia
10:56pm
They had the road to them selves that dark night. Scully was behind
the wheel and Mulder was asleep in the passenger seat.
This last case had drained him a lot. He'd suffered a minor
concussion, spent the night in the hospital; they'd been run off the
road twice, and Mulder had spent the night in a cave.
Not that Scully was faring much better. At least she'd indured a lot
less pain inflicted at her. But it was starting to take its toll on
her. She started to feel her eyes closing.
Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on hers, "I can drive for a while,
Scully, if you want to get some sleep."
She glanced at him, "no, that's all right, Mulder."
He nodded and leaned back against the seat. After a while, he sighed
and Scully glanced over at him, "are you okay, Mulder?" she asked
with concern.
"Actually, I am feeling a little queasy."
She slowed the car down and reached over to feel his head, "you feel
okay," she said, "should I stop?"
"No, that's okay," he replied.
Headlights appeared up a head. Three sets of them.
"I don't want you getting sick in the car, Mulder."
"Don't worry, I'll pick up the tab," he gave her a toothy grin,
"well, maybe you should pull over for a a few minutes after those
cars pass. It's probably just some unresolved motion sickness."
She gave him a sidelong glance but said nothing.
The cars passed and Scully slowed to a stop. Mulder got out and
stood on the side of the road.
Scully waited a few moments to give him some time. Then she started
to get out of the car. Mulder turned to her, about to say something,
when his attention was drawn to something on the other side of the
road. He started to walk over.
Scully glanced up the road in which they had come and saw three sets
of headlights approaching. She reached back into the car to turn on
the blinkers. The cars showed no sign of stopping, "Mulder," she
called, her instincts telling her that something was not right, "we
should get going."
"Just a minute, Scully."
"Mulder..."
The vehicles were about fifty feet away. Scully realized they were
the same one's that had passed them just a few minutes ago-two
trucks, one van.
"Mulder, watch out..." Scully warned.
She saw Mulder turn towards the vehicles, then they stopped.
Scully started forward, then one man jumped out of the truck.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, please stay back," he held her by the shoulder
and tried to steer her away.
"Mulder-"
"We didn't see him-"
"What?" she stopped, her eyes darting around. "Hey, I'm a-"
"You just get in your car and follow us to the hospital," he told
her, "really, we didn't see anyone."
He opened her door, quite literally pushed her in and closed it.
Then he sprinted for his own truck and they zoomed off.
She was out of the car and feeling light-headed. Everything was
moving like a blur around her. She ran over to the side of the road.
What happened? No sign of Mulder. She jumped back in the car and
barreled after the last vehicle, all of which were flying down the
road; the last vehicles backlights barely visible to her.
She didn't think they had hit him. In fact, she was more sure of it
as time went on. She pulled together all the details like she was
trained to do, and came out to the conclusion that this had all been
set up and that they were the targets; whether intentionally or by
chance, she wouldn't know till she got a better look at these people
to find out just exactly what the hell was going on.
Suddenly, a truck pulled into her lane. The same man who had put her
in the car, walked over to her.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"We took that man to the hospital. I came back because we lost
sight of your car behind us," he replied. Scully watched him
intently, "just go up the road and turn at the light. You can't miss
the hospital."
He turned and walked away, "wait a minute!" she called out. She
opened her door but the truck was already starting.
She started to follow, but soon lost sight. She turned around and
tried the hospital.
She went up to the front desk and asked the nurse, "Sir, excuse me."
She got his attention.
"Yes?" he blinked at her, "may I help you?"
"I think a man was emitted here-"
"What's his name?" the nurse asked.
"Fox Mulder, but-"
"Fox Mulder," he repeated, then began to sheath through a patient
logbook.
"But he may not be under that name-"
He interrupted her again, pausing in his search, "well, then what
name would he be listed under?"
"I don't know. He may be here under an assumed name or a John Doe-"
He searched through the list of John Doe's, then looked up, "no. No,
John Doe's today. When was he emitted?"
"Couldn't have been more than thirty minutes ago."
"So, thirty minutes? Let's see..." he looked again, "there's one,
Brian Franklin, mid-teens, brought in about twenty minutes ago-"
"No, mid-thirties." Scully interrupted.
"Sorry, that's the only one."
"Ok," she said, then gave him her business card. "Call me if anyone
fitting that description is brought in here." she said and walked
away.
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In the car, she stopped, "wait a minute," she cursed herself and
took out her cell-phone and called Mulder. She waited as it rang.
"I'm sorry, the cellular caller you are trying to reach can not be
connected. Please hang up again and try again or call your local
operator for assistance-"
Scully hung up mid-way through, then rested her head on the steering
wheel, "shit," she breathed, then sat back up and stared into the
parking lot. "Now what am I going to do?" she thought.
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The only thing left to do was head home and figure things out from
there. If anything was going to happen, if Mulder came back, her
place would be where he would come.
FBI Federal Building
Washington, D.C.
7:26am
She had waited up all night trying to contact him. Then next
morning, she went directly to Assistant Director Skinner.
"I've heard nothing new since you called last night," he said behind
his desk, "I want to know what the hell is going on, Agent Scully."
"I would like to know also, Sir," she replied, unable to sit any
longer. She wanted to get out there and look for him.
"Anything you can tell us about them so maybe we can get an ID."
"Well, I only saw one of them. He was about six foot two, fit,
beard, maybe around 30, early fourties. Strong," she recounted. "It
was dark."
Skinner nodded, taking notes. When he was done, he looked up, "why
don't you go home and get a few hours of sleep, Agent Scully. If you
are going to find him, you have to be on top of things."
Scully didn't argue with that. She just nodded and got up to leave.
At the door, Skinner called out, "Agent Scully?"
She turned.
"The changes are good that we will find him. And Mulder's going to
be ok. He's a strong person and knows what he is doing."
"Thank you," she replied and opened the door.
"And, Scully?" he called once again.
"yes?"
"We all want to find Agent Mulder."
Scully nodded again and walked out. She walked down the hall to the
elevator and went down to the office.
She sat down in Mulder's chair and covered her face in her hands.
Then she looked up and around the office. Finally, she just put her
head down on the table and that's where she fell asleep.
You come out of night
That's when the energy comes
And dark sides light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And you suicide poem
And a cross from the faith
That died before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way
You're so beautiful
With an edge and a charm
And so careful when I'm in your arms
'Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears
Oh you give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evenings thin
End Chapter 1. The Start