Just a short idea that came to me one rainy afternoon. I wrote it all in just one long train of thought so it is almost a 'stream of consciousness' from both Mulder and Scully, set before the 'Pilot' episode. Please review. Thanks.

Whispers

Dana Scully. That name was carried around on whispers for a long time. I kept hearing it. Whenever I went into work, wherever I went I could hear it. I had no idea who this person was but she was spoken about in hushed voices. Dana Scully MD. Whenever I tried to listen to conversation about her, the whispers seemed to disappear. When I just happened to catch her name being spoken, the sound was gone as soon as I caught it. The way the name was spoken proved to me that it was important. I decided to do some research. As I began to find out about her, I realised that this woman was significant. At that time I didn't know why, but I knew that for some reason she would play an important role. I found out that the enigmatic Dana Scully had studied medicine before joining the Academy, and that now, at this very moment, she was being reassigned to DC. I managed to get a copy of her senior thesis and made up my mind to read it. The day I got called into Section Chief Blevins office, I found out that Scully had been assigned to the X-Files. I knew that she had been assigned to debunk my work; I knew of her background in medicine and science, and I knew she would be a sceptic. I knew that Dana Scully had been assigned to divulge and identify reason for the X-Files to be abandoned and closed, and I knew that I could not let that happen. Scully would see Spooky Mulder. She would be like all the others. I still couldn't trust anyone, but I wanted to trust her. I picked up her thesis from my desk and began to read. From the moment I saw that she had decided to re-write Einstein I knew that Dr Scully would be a formidable mind and a match for everyone; even me.

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Spooky Mulder. Everyone at the Academy had spoken about him. Some in scorn and derision, others in quiet awe. Whispers of the brilliant yet troubled agent whose sister was apparently abducted by aliens floated through the air, finding any ear willing to hear them. The way I heard his name when spoken proved to me that he was important, even if the speaker didn't think so. I decided to look him up. The more I found out about him, the more I realised what an interesting man Fox Mulder was. He seemed so deep, so thoughtful; pensive, and yet he seemed to have been through the wringer at the Bureau. I knew why that was. Aliens? The sceptic in me began to come out. And yet I felt an inextricable, unexplained connection to him. I felt like I knew him before I knew him. Does that make sense? I don't think sense counts anymore. I was about to begin working with Spooky Mulder. Fox Mulder. I was supposed to use my scientific knowledge to provide rational explanations for his theories. I knew that was going to be difficult. He was fiercely passionate about his work, and very intelligent. In effect, the Bureau wanted me to spy on him, and I could not do that. It was against all my instincts. I didn't know how I going to manage, but I would find a way to do as I had been instructed and be his friend. I would gain his trust and not break it. Apparently his mantra was 'trust no one' but he would trust me. I would make sure of it. I wanted to help him…he needed a friend at the FBI.