Title: Lies Once Told, Love Once Given
Author: Gillian Leigh
Summary: A teenage girl's world falls apart, and her mother's begins to fall back together.
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them for the duration... using them as puppets to act out my insane plots... Please don't sue!!!
Author's Notes: I apologize for the initial Scully/Other, but trust me, there WILL be MSR. (You know I can't write a fic with no MSR!!) Oh and I've decided that for all intents and purposes, Skinner is Maggie Scully's husband, and yes, I am DEFINITELY in favor of that pairing, so you'll see it often.
SPECIAL Author's Note!!!: Thanks to Caitlin {jinxd n cursed} for the title! I was scrapped for ideas and she came through with that one!!!
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Liv
Hollister had always wondered where she'd gotten her nose from. Two weeks after
her fifteenth birthday, she got her answer. Sitting cross-legged on the
hardwood floor of her mother's bedroom, her sky blue eyes were wide in shock. A
trembling hand covered her mouth as she stared at the various papers spread out
in front of her. A single tear slid down her cheek as the world she knew came
crashing down around her.
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Dana Hollister entered her home with a clatter and a bang as the heel of her shoe caught on the floor mat just inside the door and her briefcase fell to the floor at the same time as her car keys slipped from her grasp.
"Damn it," she swore under her breath, tucking a strand of her graying red hair behind her ear. She really needed to get her color touched up, she thought. "Olivia?" she called. Her voice almost echoed in the empty house-- a house too large for the two of them anymore. She was surprised when she received no response from her precocious and stereotypically rambunctious teenager. She glanced at her watch. 4:17. Liv should be home. She was the furthest thing from concerned at her daughter's absence, however. She often went next door to visit her grandmother, or down the street to visit her cousins or a friend. The neighbor hood was safe, and she trusted Liv's judgment. She knew that at some point in the course of the next hour she would find a note in an undoubtedly obscure location; her daughter never did leave them in the same place. She was a brilliant mind, but messy and scatterbrained like her father. Dana stopped herself at the thought of Liv's father, and a part of her shut down, unwilling to dwell in that area of thought. She shook her head.
With a yawn, Dana climbed the staircase to the second floor of her home and then into her study. Placing her briefcase on the desk, she found her attention drawn to the smiling Buddha statue on her desk beside her computer, bathed in the afternoon sunlight.
"What does it mean?" Dana jumped and turned around quickly to find her daughter standing in the doorway of the office.
"Jeez Liv, you scared me! I didn't think you were home. How was your day?" she asked. Her daughter's somber expression remained and her eyes were shining with tears. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"What does this mean?" Liv asked again as her mother stepped closer to her, concern in her eyes. Dana grasped her daughter's shaking wrist so she would be able to discern what it was that she held. Realization dawned on her, and Dana paled visibly.
"Where did you get this?" she asked in a whisper. Two sets of identical blue eyes locked. Ava faltered, knowing she had violated the privacy her mother valued so deeply, and the trust held along those same lines. "Where?" Dana prodded in a whisper.
"I-I was looking for your black stiletto boots. I knocked the box over and it opened. I-I looked through it. I'm sorry--I shouldn't have..."Liv sputtered.
"You're right; you shouldn't have. But you did, and now I owe you an explanation."
"Why did you hide this?" Liv asked, holding the document Dana recognized as her birth certificate. Her mother was both heartbroken and ashamed.
"I didn't want you to find out this way."
"Does this mean what I think it means?" Dana's eyes locked with those of her daughter again as she removed the birth certificate from her daughter's hand and held it in her own, studying the document with a furrowed brow. It was the moment of truth.
"Does this mean that Dave Hollister is not your father, but Fox Mulder is? Yes Liv," her mother said with a trembling sigh-- a product of fifteen years of guilt. "That is exactly what it means."
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A/N: Hey! Well, I'm back with another multi-chapter story in the works! Leave me a review or send an email to let me know what you think! {xxilovedavidduchovnyxx@yahoo.com}