A Note: I began working on this story when I was in high school (during class no less) so you may notice the text change in style or maturity levels as the chapters are posted. Please enjoy.
X-Files
Sweet Dreams...
San Diego, CA
9:25 p.m.
A man is impatiently waiting at the dock for a package. Its origin is unknown. It is not a normal package, not one that is of this time. Glancing down at his watch impatiently, he finds light at the sound of a loud crash. Looking out over the dock he sees a large figure. A boat, perhaps even a ship. An eerie yet familiar sound forces him to clasp his hands over his head in fright. Shortly after he moves, a ton of rusted metal comes hurtling toward him. A strange purple light comes at him, stops, hovering over him enclosing the air he breathes and the ground he walks on. It makes him forget his purpose, forcing him to the ground; he sleeps for a minute. His body falls limp as it gives into the light. The metal is gone with only the shadow of a ship coming left at the bare dock. A horn blows as the vessel arrives with the unknown package. The dream is over…
Washington DC
5:30 a.m.
"Scully, it's our case, our plane leaves in half an hour; I'll be there to pick you up in 10 minutes." He didn't mean to sound upset with her, but she was protesting a simple plane ride, what was next, was his method of working too much for her too?
"All right, all right, I'm getting ready. See you in a few minutes. Good-bye Mulder." Well, it wasn't as if he had forced her to come, she could just quit. Although he would rarely admit it to himself, she was probably the best thing that had ever happened to his career. Even though her mission was to question everything he believed in, she was a hard worker, and would stop at almost nothing to get the truth. He hated to think about it, but without her, his career would be over, possibly even his life. They had been split once before, it could've killed him. Everything he feared in work, she managed. Everything he longed for in life she questioned, yet everything he needed to live she helped him obtain.
"Well, don't we look fine? What time did you go to sleep?" he asked as he arrived at the open door to her apartment.
"Mulder, quit joking around, I want to get out to California and get this thing over with!" He noticed circles under her eyes but didn't think much of it. They had been working hard lately; he probably had circles himself.
"Well, let's go, we've got a plane to catch... and some aliens to track!" Aliens; ever since his sister was taken away from him, he'd searched for them. Every time, however, coming to a dead-end; hoping each case would give him more answers. Lately there had just been more questions.