A/N: I decided to do a full re-write of this story based on the events of the X-files event series and the end of season 11 of Supernatural. There will be some spoilers for both sets of shows if you haven't seen them but I felt like it gave me more direction with this story than I had previously and, to be honest, I had lost sight of where I wanted to go with this in the beginning. I'm so much happier now. I hope you enjoy the changes! Let me know, and there will be frequent updates on a weekly basis now that I am on a roll with this story!

Thank you so much to those of you who had started reading the other version and who were so passionate about it. I'm sorry if it has changed a lot, but I do hope that you like this new story!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Time is fluid, it flows and shifts, and moved along. Some would say that it moves at a steady pace, that we move through life at one speed and that we cannot change it. While others would argue that it slips away or drags at a snails pace and we have no control over its ebb and flow.

Twenty years can be reduced to moments, and minutes can pass away like lifetimes, and then there are second when time seems to stop entirely. Change can happen in an instant, while falling out of love can happen and never seem to have a beginning or an end. And death is never as constant or final as it seems.

When dealing within the realms as mysterious as the paranormal, or out of this world, time can even stop all together and get lost, only to pick up again without rhyme or reason. Who controls time if it is not a constant?

Summer 2016

Fox Mulder was thrust back into his doubts, into his work, and into the realm of the unbelievable. Pulled from the FBI into a civilian life, on the run, and then back again, only to have all that he believed put into question. All that he'd found, shifted by time and technology. His silenced voice, someone else's until now, and his passion ever flowing like a river.

Dana Scully, long absent but always near, his port in any storm, the key to all things and the science to prove that life exists all throughout the universe had moved on with her life. Moved on and moved out. She became the doctor that her parents had wanted her to be and yet she was defiant in what she could and would do in the name of all that was rooted in her belief. Religion and science, two opposing forces, brought together in this woman to see them for what they mean in her own time and space. She saved him from the alien plague by a vaccine made of her own cells, and her desperate prayers that she believed were answered but couldn't tell exactly which had actually saved his life.

Fox is now stuck somewhere between the love he'd always felt for her and the debt he will never be able to repay, even though she would never hold that against him. His belief was not tested but strengthened, but most of all he is the rock, the corner stone of her world and yet they are lost to one another by time and truth, and thrown back together by the job.

Meanwhile, two adult men are frozen in a moment because before them stands their long dead mother; alive again and just as she had once been.

Sam having only just survived another brush with death, a shooting by a long thought extinct faction of librarians who seem to have come out of their book stacks to embrace the guns and missions they would have long ago left to the select elite hunters that they trusted. Sam, thankful that his brother was near enough to reach him, to burst in and silence the woman intruder. Sam is now seeing his mother as a stranger, known only to him in vague whispers and faint humming. She is somewhere far off in his memory and yet here she stands before him now, just as she was when she died in his nursery. And through the pain of his injuries and the unheard callings of his frantic brother, Sam stands still in time before things go dark and he wakes from it all as if it were a nightmare.

Dean, however, feels like he's been rocketed backward to a time when angels watched over him but he is unable to ignore all the flashings and horrors that have been the thirty years he'd lived without her in his life. A live that he loved. What does he do, as an adult, knowing what he knows of her past, and his upbringing. Knowing that his father betrayed her wishes without knowing what her life had been before him. Knowing that a hunter's life was never what she wanted and yet the one thing, next to his baby, the Impala, that he was most proud of. He saves people. It is the one thing that makes him want to live, when so many things have made him want to give up, and yet, in the depths of his heart, he knows that this is the one thing that he'd always wanted. The gift Amara had given him, that she had taken so literally, and that now fixed him in a moment to take it all in and wonder how to move forward.

Time stands still...

Where do any of these people go from here? What would happen if there was one man who walked within both worlds and brought them all together? What would it mean for the truth?

Through apocalypses and invasions, conspiracies and monsters, time and the summer of 2016 would thrust them all together. Walking similar paths all their lives, crossing only in fantasy and myth, they parallel each other's times, and the only constant in all the ebb and flow of these lives, is the deep seeded truth, and it is marked with an X.