Title: Can't Fight The Moonlight

Author: The Zodiac Princess

Rating: PG-PG13 (Just to be safe)

Summary: Fiona is a girl with the gift of honesty. No one can lie to her about anything. Especially love. What happens when Mulder and Scully get caught in the middle?

Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder and Scully. If I did, then I wouldn't be writing here. I'd be writing episodes, blah-blah-blah, etc, etc, etc.

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Chapter 1

April 24 5:47 p.m

J. Edgar Hoover Building F.B.I.

It takes a lot of courage to face the person you love every day. You may not realize it, but it does take a lot of effort to not hurt the feelings of those you love. Sometimes, you need a little push in the right direction. And sometimes, the only people that can help you are children. Little people are not so little in the heart. And that is no lie.

Agent Fox Mulder sat in his desk, flipping through the pages of reports. He scanned them carefully, not taking his eyes of any word that could help him with finishing the case. He seemed so concentrated in this case, that no one could brake his concentration. Well, there is always someone.

His partner, Agent Dana Scully stood in front of his desk, arms crossed. She couldn't help but watch him study this case over and over again. Frankly, she was sick of it and wanted him to stop. But Mulder was just too dedicated to his work.

"Mulder, how many times are you going to flip threw those pages?" She asked, sighing.

"Until I find the truth," He replied blankly, not looking up at her.

Sighing quietly to her own expense, she walked over to him, sitting down on the corner part of his desk. Truth be told, she had no real desk in their office. But the corner spot was good enough.

She stared down at him. "Mulder, we solved it already. There was no X-file here."

He looked up, meeting her baby blue eyes. "How can you be so sure?"

"Randy Smith is just a regular guy who happens to get lucky at times," She told him. "He's not an X-file."

He shook his head. "I can't image that."

"Why not?"

"Because," He said matter-of-factly. "How can some win the New York Lottery 5 times in a row?"

Scully rolled her eyes. "It wasn't the state lottery, Mulder. They were just small two hundred and fifty dollar drawings. Anyone can win that more than once."

Mulder couldn't win at it. He knew it was useless. It was just too hard to fight with Scully. She always had the scientific facts on her side.

A small bag of sunflower seeds sat in front of him, opened and ready for eating. Small shells were scattered on his desk, making a mess of where he worked. Scully glanced down at his desk and noticed the shells that seemed lifeless upon his desk. Never did he clean them off. She sometimes did, just to make him smile.

"All I'm saying," Mulder continued. "Is that Randy Smith might have ESP-"

"-Or he could just be cheating," She concluded, pushing some shells to the side.

"Scully, how can you believe that some people don't have ESP?" He asked.

"I never said I don't believe in it. All I said was that I think that Randy Smith is just a guy who knows how to cheat on a lottery," She said defensively.

"In either case," He reached in and took out some sunflower seeds. He then popped them into his mouth, letting the crunch be heard for miles. "I think we should go back and talk to him."

"Mulder!" Scully whined.

"Scully!" He mocked in a whiny voice.

Mulder laughed softly. Scully glared at him, not happy that he can boss her around like that. She narrowed her eyes at him. And with one swipe, she snatched the sunflower seeds from his desk, leaving him with nothing for distraction.

"Hey!" He cried.

Scully sat taller on the desk than he did on the chair. It was a first in her book of firsts. Why not take advantage of it. She gently raised it high, hoping that Mulder would try to grab it. He tried to grab the bag that hung for her hand, but she just kept hoisting it higher whenever he tried to grab it. Scully grinned at her defeat.

"Give it back, Scully," Mulder whined.

"Give it back, Mulder," She mocked in a whiny voice.

It seemed a lot better for Mulder if he just got up and took it from her. But apparently, that's not what he was thinking of at the time.

Mulder gave the doggy face at her, giving his verison of the 'white flag'. Scully gave in and handed him back the sunflower seeds. She didn't care about winning small battles like that. It was more of the X-files battles that she loved to fight with. She does win the battles, but Mulder wins the wars.


April 24 7:32 p.m

The crisp April night was glowing with such dark color. The sun was gone for the night, letting the twinkled stars out to play. The black velvet sky soared across the land, and the ocean that seemed so dark.

Scully sat slumped and upset in the passenger seat of the car. Her lead leaned against the glass, staring out the window. Her eyes traveled from sight to sight. From house to house as they drove by it.

Mulder sat beside her, keeping his eyes on the road. He didn't concentrate on anything but the white lines that went on and off every 1.7 seconds. A few cars would try and cut him off, but Mulder would have noone of it.

They drove down 3rd street in silence. But it wouldn't be silent for long.

Scully looked into the distance, viewing the many houses that flew by. All of the houses seemed to look the same. Same model, same shape. Except for one.

A two story house caught Scully's attention. This house shot fire from the windows, and the smoke from the top. It was the brightest house that you can see. Although it was a few blocks away, Scully was frightened.

She sat up, not taking her eyes of the house. "Mulder!"

Mulder turned to her, noticing that she was glaring at the burning house. He looked alongside with her in disbelief.

"Oh my God," He said shocked.

"I don't see any one there," She told him worried. "We have to get over there."

"What?" Mulder asked her.

"Mulder, I'm a medical doctor," She explained. "There could be people burning as we speak. We have to help them. Randy Smith can wait a lifetime. These people can't."

Understanding Scully's plea, he turned the car down the road that the house stood burning. To their eyes, the house seemed a lot brighter up close, which is usually the case. The smoke seemed to blind them a bit. There were no cars on the road. But as they got closer, red and blue lights began to flash in front of them. A small ambulance, a fire truck and a cop car stood flashing in front of the burning car.

Mulder turned to her. "No one there, Scully?"

"I don't want to hear it, Mulder," She sighed at her loss.

Mulder noticed that the burning house had a driveway that was not at all affected by the fire. He turned the car into the driveway and shut off the engine.

"Let's check it out," He told her.

Scully smiled to herself. That her partner, even though they had no reason to be there, he still wanted to check some stuff out.

Both agents got out of the car in a flash. The blaze of the heat swept them of their feet. After all, they were within 25 feet of the fire. They both covered their eyes as they made their way over to the officers who just stood watching or giving orders.

Mulder and Scully jumped over the bricked borders and onto the grass. The wind blew in their hair, and the heat continued onward.

The two officers turned to the agents who ran through the winds. The firefighters continued to shoot water threw their hoses, not aware of the agents who stood only 3 feet away from them.

"Who are you?" One of the officers asked.

"Agent Mulder and Scully," Scully replied as both flipped their badges. "What do we got?"

"Just your average fire," The second one responded.

"When did it start?"

The second cop shrugged. "About 20-25 minutes ago."

"And you think that average fires can burn in that amount of time?" Mulder asked.

"I've never seen it, but," The second cop sighed. "It doesn't mean it could happen."

"Was there anyone inside?"

"We can't say."

"Can't say?" Scully threw him a look. "Didn't you send anyone inside?"

"Are you crazy?" The first cop asked. "I doubt anyone inside, if there is anyone, could survive this fire."

"There could be someone inside," Scully said as her hair blew across her face.

"If there is," The second cop told her. "No one could survive. And I'm not going to risk my men's lives over people that are as good as dead anyway."

Scully couldn't believe what she was hearing. These people dedicated their lives to help those in danger. True, the fire had taken over the house, and most it was possible that no one could survive anyway. But it was a matter of principle to her. They could've at least tried.

Scully shook her head in despair. She turned away from the cops and Mulder and proceeded to another part of the grass. Her mind began to sweat from the fire and from the dishonesty of a life that could've been saved. She stopped walking and looked up at the two story house that proceeded to burn into the night.

Mulder walked after her. "Hey, Scully!"

Scully wiped her mouth, as she turned back to him.

"Scully, are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"No, Mulder, I'm not," She confessed. She glanced down before making eye contact. "I'm really upset that no one went in there to see if there was anyone in that was still alive. It's probably too late now, but there could've been a chance. I just-I just don't know."

Mulder was very reassuring to his partner about lots of things. He always had something right to say to her. But this time, fate kept his mouth shut. But that didn't mean Mulder had his mouth shut.

"I know, I know," He assured her. "We're being ordered by people who have no idea about what they're ordering anyway."

"That's the God's truth," She shook her head. "Someone could've lived tonight. Mulder, that was a two story house. It must've been a family. A husband, wife, kids, hell even a dog. But none of them can see the light of day again."

Scully lost hope in the kindness of people at that exact moment. To let a family die. It was too much to watch.

The fire raged on in the agent's eyes. The glow shined in their eyes. The house shined aside it. But at the front door that was burning, a miracle for everyone was blessed.

A small shadow came from inside of the house. The shadow became larger in every step. Mulder and Scully caught the shadow in the corner eye. The shadow came from the blazing grave in which it stood. It appeared more and more black. The shadow then revealed itself.

A few coughs came from the shadow as it reached the cool, crisp air. The shadow had a hard time standing up. It's shape formed into a young girl, who kept coughing from the smoke.

Mulder and Scully stared in shock as this girl limped from the front step. Her eyes were tired and weak, not able to see ahead of her. Her foot landed on the bottom step, that touched the edge of the grass. She coughed louder, making the two cops notice.

The girl's eyes wondered from the fire to the night and to the people that watched. She coughed one last time before collapsing on the cool grass that wasn't so cool anymore.