DISCLAIMER: I owneth it not. Please sueth me not also.
STORY SUMMARY: Scully was born lacking life and only the death of Samantha can save her. Scully makes a deal with the highest powers: save Mulder and be redeemed. The cost will be great, but if it is her destiny, can she sacrifice her family to save the boy she has never met?
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Before the disappearance of Samantha, Dana scully was not as we know her. A disturbed, internal and somewhat incomplete child. She strolls through life unaffected, with her only companion; Bill, at her side. It is one night, when Dana is 8 years old; a tragic accident changes not only her world, but that of so many others. (ok, first 3 chapters summary)
A/NOTES: I love these pre-X files stories; they are such a challenge to connect to the series! This story isn't actually long, it just has a lot of short chapter. They are so much easier to update. Yes, it may be hard to imagine scully this way in the first three chapters, but give it a shot. pleez Reevoo :)
----------July 5th, 1967
Scully residence
Silver spring, Maryland
"Dana?"
I climbed up the long staircase to the upstairs part of the house. I liked to crawl up the stairs because it was faster, but it was Sunday and mum won't let me do it in my church clothes. It was a little bit dark upstairs, but I'm not scared of the dark and it's not that bad anyway. Mum sent me to get Dana; she's my little sister. She's 3 and I'm 6. I always look after her because daddy told me I had to when he was away. He said I was the man of the house and had to look after his girls.
"Dana? We gotta go to church!" I yell.
I go down the hall to her room and push the door open with both hands. Found her. She's sitting on her window sill again. She knows she's not allowed to climb on her window sill, but she does all the time to look outside at stuff. She's really little for a 3 year old. I don't know how she gets up there any way. I go over to her. She's stares a lot. Mum doesn't like her stare because her eyes are really dark; kind of black. I think it looks cool with her red hair.
"Come on. You gotta hold on tight."
She sticks her arms out at me, squeezing hard and I grab her around her tummy. I help her get down but she's getting really heavy. She holds my hand and we go down the stairs. I'm not afraid of the dark, but Dana isn't afraid of anything.
This one time we were outside near the forest down the back of our house. She was watching me climb some logs, I think. Anyway, this huge black and brown dog comes along, and it was growling at us. It was barking and everything; then it started coming closer. I nearly ran away, but Dana just walks straight over to it! I told her not to, but she did. Then the dog stopped growling and it went backwards and then it ran away. It was really weird. Another time, we all went to a zoo and the animals kept on running crazy when we went past. I knew it was because of Dana. I dunno why though.
We get downstairs and mum is waiting at the front door for us. She smiles at us, more at me, because Dana doesn't smile back. Not even at me. But she knows I look after her.
"Come on you two." She opened up the door for us.
Dana doesn't like to talk much. She does to me sometimes, when it's just us. I always talk to her because she only ever talks back to me. I like my sister: she's weird.
We go outside and walk together down the pathway; we're still holding hands. I think Dana holds my hand because she knows that sometimes, things do scare me. She's weird because she knows when I get scared of things, even when I don't tell her. That's the only thing that scares me about my little sister: Dana.
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I must admit I was unduly uncomfortable with the way father Rossiter watch Dana in the church. He would tell anyone he looked after the children in the community, but with Dana, he chose more to monitor than care for. Dana always stayed by my side, or at the very least, with Bill Jr.
Her baptism was vivid in my mind every time we arrived on Sunday mornings. The recollection sent a shiver down my spine.
I was never one for large audiences. I preferred to listen than to preach. As with all the children's baptisms, Dana's was a small private event with only our closest friends and relatives. It was a special occasion I only liked to share with special people.
Father Rossiter's countenance worried me. He genuinely looked disturbed to be in the room with Dana. He hesitated many times and I had begun to grow frustrated.
"Father? Is there anything wrong? Have you forgotten something?" I whispered to him. Dana sat silently in my arms. I swore she was looking up at the stained glass windows in curiosity.
"n-no. I think I may be ill. I'm not... I can't, can't explain it." He stuttered to her in a whisper to me.
"You're doing fine father. If you need, you can skip any of the unnecessary bits." I offered.
"No. Dana cannot miss any part of this." He sounded ardent in his claim. Like it was a matter of life and death.
Father Rossiter's health deteriorated as the ceremony progressed. What disturbed me was how Dana and father Rossiter interacted. He was hesitant to go near her. She looked him in the eyes and probably straight through him. William and I found her blackish eyes different, and at times intimidating.
I guess Dana had the latter effect on father Rossiter as well.
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Yes? No? I discovered that shorter chapters = frequent(er) updates. WOOT, *pats own head*