Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't know exactly who owns the X Files and the characters but it definitely isn't me! Please don't sue; I'm a music student, and I don't have any money – it wouldn't be worth your time.
Author's Note: So, the title has a dual meaning. The most obvious is Samuel trying to inhabit his body again. The second, less obvious perhaps, is that this is my first time posting for the X Files. I've only just started watching the show so I'm completely new to it. I never watched an episode before in my life until about a week and a half ago! Any concrit or reviews or anything would be most appreciated, thanks.
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Testing the Waters
Samuel … hovered over his body where it lay on the cold metal tray. He was outside his body and above it, looking down on himself. It was really not like looking at the mirror, and besides, he looked like shit. Like someone had beat the crap out of him, which they had. And now he was dead. But he wasn't.
He was still there. He was conscious and aware and he didn't like where he was. He wanted to go back. Back to his body. Only, that shouldn't be possible because he was dead! But Samuel was pretty sure if he could just …
Suddenly, his body's leg twitched, thumping loudly on hollow metal. Samuel winced, if a – a ghost could wince. When nobody came, he continued his probing. He was close, so close. A little nudge, a touch, almost like healing someone and … Ah!
Suddenly, he was back where he belonged. He knew he was back in his physical shell because he was wracked with pain. It was as though every muscle in his body had fallen asleep and now blood flow was returning; thousands of pins were being driven into his flesh while his muscles went into spasm and cramped. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the pain faded and Samuel had control of his body again.
His heart was racing and he was panting from pain, but he was alive. He lifted his arm, marveling at the pale fingers as they flexed and grasped. With a start, Samuel realized he was probably lying in a drawer in the morgue. He had to get out. A sudden, strong kick opened the door at the end of his tray, a push of his hands on the bottom of the drawer above his and Sam was out.
He hopped carefully to the floor, wincing as his feet hit the cold, hard tiles. He felt like he was frozen solid and would never warm up again. It didn't help that his clothes were missing and all he was wearing was a stupid little paper tag on his toe. With a grim smile Samuel ripped the toe tag off. Then he went in search of his clothes. He didn't want to hang around.