Disclaimer: Everyone should know by now that I do not own the x-files and that I am only borrowing them.
Author's Note: I was originally going to do a rape fic where Mulder tries to help Scully heal, but I really had no idea how my readers would react to that. So if anyone thinks I could pull it off without too much graphic material, I will write that one day. But for now, I chose this one. It's definitely going to be longer and I will try to update daily. I LOVE reviews and hope you all stick with it, because I feel very good about this one. Enjoy!
Summary: Scully suffers from a brain injury and loses her memory while on vacation. A year later, Mulder finds her after a long desperate search and tries to help her remember who she is with her new life and new identity.
I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around
It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long
It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
And you'd never slip away
-Amnesia-5 Seconds Of Summer
XxX
Mulder sat at his dimly lit desk, throwing pencils up at the ceiling. He was so bored. Ever since Scully left for vacation and absolutely refused to tell anyone where she was going, he felt like work was dull and pointless. He missed her picking him apart with her scientific jargon that he never understood. He had been distracted lately, ever since New Year's Eve, two months ago. He and Scully had shared a brief kiss when the ball dropped, and although it was something that everyone did on the TV, it had left him feeling-different. And now that was all that he could think about. As if a switch had been flipped inside of him. And just as things were starting to change between him and Scully, she decided to take a weeks' vacation leave.
Mulder perked up when the phone rang, and he answered it almost a little too enthusiastically. "Mulder!"
"Mulder? It's me." As if he didn't know.
"Uh, hey Scully. How's your vacation so far?"
"Mulder, I just arrived here a few hours ago. My vacation hasn't even started yet."
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure you landed safely. I really wish you would tell me where you are. What if something happens to you and I don't know how to get to you?" Mulder shifted in his seat impatiently.
Scully smiled through the phone at how overprotective her partner was. And his odd behavior lately did not go unnoticed. Scully had felt the same tingly sensation also on New Year's Eve, but was more than eager to keep it in the back of her mind. She had known the man for almost seven years. Nothing had changed since then, so why should it now? Plus, she had absolutely no idea how Mulder felt about it. Although he was acting weird, she still couldn't completely read him. And the last thing she wanted was for her to assume wrong, and be disappointed if it had nothing to do with that kiss. So, she took her first vacation ever, to think things over.
"I told you, I just need time alone. You know, this is my first vacation ever." Scully explained.
Mulder nodded silently, as if Scully could see him. But she did picture it in her mind.
"Mulder, are you okay?" Scully spoke up softly.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine." Mulder placed a pencil back down on the desk and eyed his watch. "It's getting late; I'm probably going to leave here soon. I'm just tired."
Mulder was struggling with that kiss still. Scully was his partner, his best friend. But in the past year or so, things had definitely changed between them. On more than one occasion, he had noticed how one simple touch between them lingered. How they now constantly glanced at each other, for no reason at all than to just do it. He wasn't sure if he should just act on it to see what happened. He wasn't sure if it would cause any problems. And he definitely wasn't sure if Scully felt the same way.
"Alright, I will keep in touch, I promise." Scully reassured him.
Mulder sighed. "I know. But hey, you have fun. I promise not to bother you too much. I'll only call if I'm dying." He teased.
Scully chuckled. "I'll hold you to that. Goodnight, Mulder." She knew him too well to know he would keep calling.
"Goodnight, Scully."
XxX
THE NEXT DAY
Scully was definitely enjoying herself on the beach, a book in her hand and a drink in the other. Yes, it was March and it was still a bit chilly, but this was probably the warmest March she'd ever seen. She didn't book her vacation to swim anyways. And there weren't many people there, which was great. But part of her did actually miss Mulder. She missed his ridiculous theories that he always spewed at her with such ignorance. But, she needed time to think. She knew things were starting to happen between them. At least she knew that things were happening with her. And a part of her secretly wished for a sign. A big fat green sign saying, "Go for it."
And just then, her cell phone rang. So much for promising to not bother her too much. "Scully."
"Scully, it's me."
Scully silently chuckled. "Are you dying, Mulder?"
Mulder paused for a moment, confused. "What? N-no?" But after a moment, he realized his promise last night. "I'm sorry Scully. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay." He sighed.
Scully raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Mulder, I'm fine. Don't worry. Now go do something productive. I will call you later. I promise." She scolded him, almost imagining him sulking on the other end.
Mulder sighed. "Alright. I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Mulder. After I return, maybe you need a vacation next."
"Nahh. I'm a workaholic, and I like it. You know that, Scully."
"Goodbye, Mulder." Scully tried to remain firm with him.
"Alright, bye."
But Mulder just had this bad feeling. And he really wished that he knew where Scully was vacationing at. He had tried his best to locate her, but she was very thorough with remaining hidden. He couldn't help but think she was hiding from him.
XxX
Scully decided to take an evening stroll around the block of her hotel. She didn't realize how beautiful Massachusetts could really be. And she knew it was the last place Mulder would ever expect. Even though she secretly wished he was there with her, they just weren't at that stage yet. And in a way, it felt exciting to have Mulder pining over her. If he actually was, she could only hope. The distance would do them some good.
And as Scully walked down the road, deeply thinking about this past year with Mulder, she was slowly realizing how much he might possibly care for her like she does for him. And if that kiss wouldn't have happened, she didn't really know if she would really be in Massachusetts right now. The realization of everything these past two weeks was really tugging at her insides. And she couldn't make it stop. She wanted this. She wanted him. She needed to call him, right this very moment, and tell him. She needed to go back home, right now.
And just as she reached for her cell phone, as ecstatic as a sixteen-year-old girl on her prom night, the blinding light and loud noise of a horn came up beside her, followed by a sharp pain in her leg, and everything whirling around her, ending in a sharp pain in her head…and then darkness.
XxX
Mulder was worried. It had been 36 hours since he last talked to Scully, and even though she said she wanted to be left alone, she promised she'd call in 24 hours. She promised, and she always kept her promise. And now that he had finally given in and called her, three times, he was worried. The first time he called, he hung up when he reached the voicemail. The second time he called, an hour later, he left a voicemail. "Scully, we need to talk when you get back. It's really important. And I—actually I would really like to talk to you right now. I'm sorry, I know you're on vacation. And I know I promised I wouldn't call unless it was an emergency. But a realization has hit me recently. And I'm afraid that if I don't say it now, that I won't ever have the courage to. So yeah, umm-please call me back when you get this." And then two hours after that, he called once more. "Scully, I'm starting to get worried. I know you, and you would have called me back by now. Please call me as soon as you get this and just let me know that you're okay. Please."
Mulder finally succumbed to sleep briefly, after pacing back and forth in his apartment for what seemed like half the night. But now he was right in the middle of a dream. A dream about Scully. Short sporadic images flashed quickly, constantly on repeat. In his dream, Scully was walking down the street, smiling, reaching for her phone. And then there was a bright light and a loud noise…maybe a horn? And then complete blackness. Darkness so black that it could swallow you whole, into a never ending pit of nothing.
Mulder awoke to a racing heart and an overwhelming feeling of nausea and vertigo. Sitting up, he looked at his watch. Five more hours had passed. He reached for his phone and dialed Scully's number again. No answer. "Dammit!" Something was not right. Something was very wrong. It had been almost 48 hours now, and Scully hadn't called him back. She was now three days into her six-day vacation, and she would have at least called to check in by now.
XxX
The fiery red head opened her eyes just enough to observe her surroundings. Her head was pounding and her leg was sore. She had absolutely no idea what had happened to her, or where she was. "Ahh." She winced, touching the side of her head.
Just then a tall dark and handsome doctor walked into the room, reminding her of someone. But she didn't know exactly who he reminded her of.
"Good. You're awake. How are you feeling?"
She sat there for a moment, and pondered that question. "Umm, I'm okay, I guess. My head hurts and my leg hurts." She touched her left leg and the right side of her head. "What happened to me?" She looked up at him, her icy blue eyes searching his dark brown ones.
"You were hit by a car. You broke your leg and gashed your head open pretty bad." The doctor replied, sympathetically.
She looked up at him, desperately trying to put together what had happened. But honestly, she couldn't remember a damn thing. "I—I don't remember." She closed her eyes and shook her head.
The mysterious doctor moved in closer and lightly touched her hand. "I'd like to run some more tests on you, and try to figure out if you have a concussion or any serious brain trauma. Do you know your name? You didn't have any identification on you, and your cell phone was completely destroyed in the accident."
"Umm—no. I—I can't remember my name." She panicked. "I—I don't remember anything at all. How long was I out for?" She looked up at him, concerned.
"Today makes six days. You were in a coma." He replied, softly.
The petite redhead sat there for a long moment trying to process everything. "Why can't I remember? What's wrong with me?" She asked, sadly.
The doctor shook his head. "You may have amnesia. But we will have to run some more tests on you."
Tears filled the woman's eyes. "Will I eventually get better?"
The handsome doctor smiled, reassuringly. "Your wounds will heal. But I can't say for sure if it's long term or short term. I really wish we had more to go by. If you lived in the area, it would be easier to figure things out. Sometimes, an amnesiac just needs to see familiar surroundings to jog their memory. And I promise you, I will try my best to help you recover your memory." He smiled warmly.
The woman smiled thinly and nodded. The doctor was extremely attractive, and something about him seemed very warm and comforting. She liked him. And even though she couldn't remember who she was, she was glad to have at least one person in her life that cared about trying to help her get better.
"Oh, by the way, I'm doctor Jake Ferguson. And all you have to do is ask for me, and I will be right here. I promise." He smiled. And if she didn't know any better, she would have guessed that he might be flirting with her, just a bit.
XxX
One week later
Mulder had called every single person that Scully knew, and no one had any idea of her whereabouts. Scully's vacation was up now, and she never came back. She never called. Nothing. And he hadn't slept in 48 hours, desperately trying to figure out Scully's whereabouts and if she was in fact dead or alive. But she couldn't be dead. He refused to believe that she was dead. And he was going to find her. He wouldn't stop until he did, no matter what.
Mulder sat down on his couch, hanging his head low, choking back a soft sob. "Oh Scully. Please come back to me. Don't leave me. You promised." He wept into his hands, until sleep finally overcame him.
To be continued…
Author's Note: This is only the beginning! I have great ideas for this story. And I hope that you all will stay through it all and enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. Reviews are like Christmas or birthday presents to me.