Her Voice
by elana
Part I - Assuming the Worst
October 13, 1999
7:30pm
Why wouldn't Scully tell me what was wrong? She called me about five minutes ago. Her calling me was strange on it's own. We're kind of on vacation right now. She suggested we take a few days off. I figured she needed a break from me and I was a bit disappointed too, since today's my birthday and I was hoping to spend it with her, at work. However, when we're on holiday, she never calls me. I usually bother her endlessly and it doesn't seem to bother her too much, but she barely ever calls me. This time she did and she asked me to come over right away.
So here I am, on my way to her mother's, where she's visiting, and I'm worried sick. I can usually tell what mood Scully is in, or if something is bothering her, by the sound of her voice. Not this time. I have no idea, she gave no indication of what was happening and that's causing me to panic. I always assume the worst, because quite often it is the worst.
When I finally arrive, I give a loud knock, wondering if I should have just let myself in right away. My panic escalates when no one answers. Unclipping my gun holster so I can draw it quickly, I reach for the door knob and find that it's unlocked. That is certainly not a good sign. My heart's running a mile a minute as I feel it beating against my chest. I step inside to pitch black.
"Scully?..." Nothing. "Mrs. Scully?..." There are no answers to my calls. Oh god. My hand is on my gun as I slowly and cautiously move toward the living room. I feel around for the light switch, expecting the power to be off. Light floods the room and I nearly fall over from the screams that erupt at my actions.