Time Well Spent
I fingered the key with one nail, running my finger over it carefully. The key was precious to me, more than anyone would ever know. That key was the key to our office; the office I spent ten years in, three of them looking for you, Mulder.
I decided that day, the day I unearthed that key, that I would have to go back, back to that ofice where my fading memories of you would be refreshed. I needed that more than ever, with Samantha Emily ( yes a double name, Mulder, I know you hate double names ) asking about you more and more. Maybe in our office I would find your strength to tell her what happened. Samantha's four now, Mulder. Four years old. That means it's been seven years since you've been gone. Seven years....
I could tell no one had been down to your office in a long time. My shoes left prints on the dusty floor, and Samantha kept sneezing due to her allergies. I paused at the door, not wanting to see what happened to it since I left Doggett in charge. Who knows what that tight-ass did to it. Samantha, as perceptive as always, noticed my hesitation. " What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked. I shook my head and smiled down at the little brunette. " Nothing, Sweetie, I just wanted to stop." I said. I slipped the key into the lock, and turned it slowly. I pushed open the door, revealing the office which was all too familiar to me.
Tears filled my eyes. It was exactly the same as I left it. The poster was still on your wall, along with all your clippings and articles. Although covered in dust, the pffice was the same. I let Sam wander around as I circled behind the desk, and opened a drawer. I picked up your name plate and set it lovingly back on the desk where it belonged. There was no need to fear the wrath of Cigarrette Smoking Man anymore. I turned to find Samantha studying me seriously, holding a picture frame against her chest. " What have you got there, Sam?" I asked. Sam held the picture out to me, and the tears that filled my eyes spilled over as she showed it to me. It was double picture frame. On one side, the photo of me and you on a case contrasted with the picture of me smiling up at you during an FBI party. At the bottom, there was a brass plaque. It read, " It's harder to resist at the beginning then at the end. Always, Mulder."
" Oh, Sam, where did you find that?" I sobbed. Sam set it on the desk, and wrapped her tiny arms around my waist. " Is that my daddy?" she asked, disregarding my question. Silently I nodded. " Where is he, Mommy?" she whispered. I recoiled from Sam a bit, and picked her up. I set her on the desk, and looked at her seriously. " Sammy, Daddy disappeared before you were born. I was still working here, too. We tried to find him, but we never did."
Sam nodded. A quiet knock on the door startled me. Doggett stood in the doorway, a strange expression on his face. " Scully." he said. " You won't believe it." I looked at him. " How did you know I was going to be here?" I asked. Doggett smiled. " I stil work here, you know. I could tell when I heard other agents whispering about Mrs. Spooky's return."
I winced at the nickname. " They still won't let me be." Doggett stepped inside. " Scully, I need to talk to-" he trailed off as he looked at Sam. " Well this is Mulder's kid, huh?" he asked. Sam shrank into my arms as Doggett moved closer. He held his hand out and Sam shook it. " Hi Sam, I'm Agent Doggett. I used to work with your mom." he said warmly. Sam looked at Doggett, her hazel eyes wide. " Did you know my daddy?" she asked. Doggett's face slipped into a frown. " Yeah, I did. Scully, I really need to talk to you." he said, his face serious. " Can we go outside?" I frowned. " Sam, wait here, OK?"
I walked out with Doggett, waiting to here his news.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I fingered the key with one nail, running my finger over it carefully. The key was precious to me, more than anyone would ever know. That key was the key to our office; the office I spent ten years in, three of them looking for you, Mulder.
I decided that day, the day I unearthed that key, that I would have to go back, back to that ofice where my fading memories of you would be refreshed. I needed that more than ever, with Samantha Emily ( yes a double name, Mulder, I know you hate double names ) asking about you more and more. Maybe in our office I would find your strength to tell her what happened. Samantha's four now, Mulder. Four years old. That means it's been seven years since you've been gone. Seven years....
I could tell no one had been down to your office in a long time. My shoes left prints on the dusty floor, and Samantha kept sneezing due to her allergies. I paused at the door, not wanting to see what happened to it since I left Doggett in charge. Who knows what that tight-ass did to it. Samantha, as perceptive as always, noticed my hesitation. " What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked. I shook my head and smiled down at the little brunette. " Nothing, Sweetie, I just wanted to stop." I said. I slipped the key into the lock, and turned it slowly. I pushed open the door, revealing the office which was all too familiar to me.
Tears filled my eyes. It was exactly the same as I left it. The poster was still on your wall, along with all your clippings and articles. Although covered in dust, the pffice was the same. I let Sam wander around as I circled behind the desk, and opened a drawer. I picked up your name plate and set it lovingly back on the desk where it belonged. There was no need to fear the wrath of Cigarrette Smoking Man anymore. I turned to find Samantha studying me seriously, holding a picture frame against her chest. " What have you got there, Sam?" I asked. Sam held the picture out to me, and the tears that filled my eyes spilled over as she showed it to me. It was double picture frame. On one side, the photo of me and you on a case contrasted with the picture of me smiling up at you during an FBI party. At the bottom, there was a brass plaque. It read, " It's harder to resist at the beginning then at the end. Always, Mulder."
" Oh, Sam, where did you find that?" I sobbed. Sam set it on the desk, and wrapped her tiny arms around my waist. " Is that my daddy?" she asked, disregarding my question. Silently I nodded. " Where is he, Mommy?" she whispered. I recoiled from Sam a bit, and picked her up. I set her on the desk, and looked at her seriously. " Sammy, Daddy disappeared before you were born. I was still working here, too. We tried to find him, but we never did."
Sam nodded. A quiet knock on the door startled me. Doggett stood in the doorway, a strange expression on his face. " Scully." he said. " You won't believe it." I looked at him. " How did you know I was going to be here?" I asked. Doggett smiled. " I stil work here, you know. I could tell when I heard other agents whispering about Mrs. Spooky's return."
I winced at the nickname. " They still won't let me be." Doggett stepped inside. " Scully, I need to talk to-" he trailed off as he looked at Sam. " Well this is Mulder's kid, huh?" he asked. Sam shrank into my arms as Doggett moved closer. He held his hand out and Sam shook it. " Hi Sam, I'm Agent Doggett. I used to work with your mom." he said warmly. Sam looked at Doggett, her hazel eyes wide. " Did you know my daddy?" she asked. Doggett's face slipped into a frown. " Yeah, I did. Scully, I really need to talk to you." he said, his face serious. " Can we go outside?" I frowned. " Sam, wait here, OK?"
I walked out with Doggett, waiting to here his news.
TO BE CONTINUED...