Chapter 1 – Working with Samantha Mulder
She had known Samantha Mulder for almost two years now and still she had no idea what was going on in her head sometimes. Of course Scully knew Sam thought her brother had been abducted by aliens when he was 12 and she was 8. But even after coming to the realization, that there was more to the world than what the laws of physics had to offer, she still wasn't sure she believed that. Sam had never actually told her about her brother herself. Scully had found out about it during one of their early cases together, and she had read Sam's case file on her brother's abduction. Scully would like to consider Sam a friend but sometimes she made it hard for her to do that. Like when she called her in the middle of the night, and expected her to go on another wild goose chase across the country searching for her long lost brother. It was weird how somebody she had never known, and somebody she would probably never even gonna see alive could affect her life so much. Fox Mulder; rarely a day went by without her thinking about him. She wondered what had truly happened to him that night. Had he been kidnapped for some reason? Not very likely since Sam's parents hadn't been sent a ransom note. Had some pedophile taken him, and killed him after he was done with him? Nothing could really prove that to be right or wrong. Had he really been abducted by aliens from outer space? Something she had experienced from working on the x-files was that abductees most often were returned. The most horrible idea she could come up with seemed to be the most probable. Of course she could never say this to Sam. She could hardly even think of it herself, let alone tell Sam that her brother was probably dead, and had had a terrible end to his life.
"What are you thinking about?" Sam asks her as she is driving her home from the airport.
"Nothing", Scully sighs. "I have an appointment with my mother on Sunday; it's almost been a year since he passed."
"Oh", Sam said surprised, not use to Scully talking about her personal life. "Is she doing okay?"
"As well as can be expected, I suppose. She told me she still accidentally settle the table for two sometimes, and that she can't stand eating after putting that second plate back."
"At least she still has you and your siblings", Sam says comforting. "So she's not entirely alone."
"Yeah, she has us", Scully says, feeling guilty for not visiting her more often.
They drive the last few miles in silence before Sam parks in front of Scully's building.
"I'll see you Monday", Sam smiles at her.
"See you Monday", she says as she closes the door and walks to the trunk to get her bag.
"Goodnight", she yells before slamming the trunk and walking up to her apartment as Sam drives off.
She feels bad for Sam. She seems so lonely. Even more lonely than herself. At least she still has a few friends from college and med. school and she has her family. Scully doesn't get the expression that Sam sees her father or mother a lot. She knows they are divorced and that her family has never been the same since her brother disappeared. She also doubts that Sam socializes with that many people. She reckons that she is probably the person she sees the most and sometimes Sam doesn't even know if she can trust her. Of course their relationship has improved since Scully's own disappearance. Or abduction, as Sam insists.
As Scully gets ready for bed she can't stop thinking about Fox Mulder. She hopes, for Sam's sake mostly, that he is alive and well. She also hopes that she can help Sam find him some day. Or at least to find out what happened to him. She thought of Sam, and how she was a joke to most people. It made her sad to know, that one person's most inner and most tormenting feelings and memories were a joke to someone else. Sam had studied psychology at Oxford, so she was clearly very smart, and she had had a billion of options as she returned to the states. Being the good and adventure seeking individual she is, she had joined the FBI, and had soon been one of the most promising young agents with her skills as a profiler. But inside of her there had been a hole which she didn't know how to fill. At some point she must have realized it had something to do with her brother. Coming to believe he was abducted and coming to know of the x-files she had gone from Miss Popularity to Miss Spooky. Spooky; that's what they called her.
There was no way Scully were getting any sleep. She got up from her bed, and put a bathrobe over her white silk pajamas. She went to boil some water for tea as she started working on her rapport for the case they had just finished in New Hampshire. She had practically worked her way through it as someone knocked hard on her door. She checked the time, and it had just passed midnight. Nervously she walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A set of dark, sad eyes looked back at her. A tall man with messy brown hair was standing on the other side of the door, and he looked hurt. His eyebrow was bleeding and he had a red spot on his cheekbone, suggesting he had been punched in the face. The man looked anxiously over his shoulder and knocked again. He seemed weirdly familiar even though Scully were quite sure she didn't know him. Keeping the door chain locked she opened the door slightly.
"What do you want?" Scully asked, not letting all her doubt and nervousness known.
"My name is Mulder. You work with my sister, I believe", he said hurriedly.
