Dr. Scully was now not only over tired but she was starving. She had realized that its been over two days since her last meal. She walked downstairs to grab herself something to eat. Ordering herself a coffee, yogurt and banana, she sat down at an empty table to eat her breakfast.

After finishing her meal, Scully reflected on her last ten hours here. Once again she was completely exhausted but things were finally starting to settle down a bit in the E.R. They realized that a lot of their new patients coming in were there with more fear then symptoms. Those patients, they were able to just console and send back home with prescriptions.

She also couldn't help but to think about the man that had been brought in by security. Fagen W. Mathew, who was taken up to the psych ward. He was so strange. He said that he knew her and even though she couldn't remember ever meeting him before, when he said her name it was like a light flicked on inside her.

She decided to go up to visit him. What could it hurt. She was a doctor that was just checking on a patient that was briefly under her care. As she exited the cafeteria, she saw a man turning the corner that looked just like her neighbor.

"Charles?! Mr. Mulligan?!" quickening her pace so did the man she was calling. Now she knew it was him. She could tell by his profile. The scars on the right side of his face. Why wouldn't he stop and talk to her? She decided to stop the pursuit. What was the point anyway?

Standing in the hallway she turned when she heard the ding of the elevator door open up. Turning to face the open doors she found it strange that no one exited and there was no one waiting to enter. The elevator seemed to call upon her. She entered. She wasn't surprised when the light of the of fourth floor was already light. It's where she had meant to go.

The fourth floor in the hospital was the psych unit. It was also her least favorite and least visited during her past two years working in the hospital. The people that worked here were strangers to her. She looked down to make sure she had her badge on, walking up to the nurses desk.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Dana Scully, I work in the E.R. and I wanted to check on a patient that was transferred here last night." The nurse at the desk smiled at her pleasantly. They obviously haven't been dealing with the same stress that had been taking place on many other floors of the hospital.

"Sure, Dr. Scully, what patient would the be?" fingers on the keyboard ready to search the location of the patient in question.

Scully started to give the name of the man she briefly met last night when she saw a familiar face. It was Dr. Owen. He was a psychologist here, one that Scully has met with personally over the past two years. When the dreams had began. She felt her face flush. She was very discreet on her meetings with him and although she didn't know any of the nurses on this floor that didn't mean they didn't know the nurses she worked with.

"Hi, Dana, to what to I owe this surprise?' Dr. Owen always seemed very pleased to see the small spitfire redhead.

"I was actually here to check on a patient. Someone that was sent here from the E.R. last night." Scully looked up at the tall handsome doctor feeling the eyes of the nurses sitting at the desk burning into them.

"Well, that can only be one person, being that we have only had one admission here during the past week." Owen became all business now. "If your looking for Fagen Mathew he's in room 404 door."

"Thank you." Scully smiled politely and headed towards the room number that she was given.

She slowly walked into Fagen W. Mathew's room. She wasn't entirely sure of why she was there or what she was going to say to him. He saw her enter and turned to face her. He gave her such a warm welcoming smile. "Hi, Scully."

"Hi, Fagen. How are your feeling today." The way he looked at her and smiled at her made her feel something so familiar. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Reminding herself that she hasn't slept much at all in the past week and could be reading to much into it.

"So much better that I finally found you, Scully," he attempted to reach his hand toward her and sit straighter up in bed but the restraint he wore wouldn't allow him.

Scully walked closer, she was intrigued. "Fagen you shouldn't talk that way. It's not going to help you get out of here anytime soon and I'm sure you don't want to spend you weekend handcuffed to a bed."

"Well, that all depends now Scully." He gave her a lopsided smile that made her knees feel weak. "And please stop calling me by that name. You have to tell me you remember me Scully."

"Why do you keep suggesting that we know each other? The first time I have ever met you was last night in the emergency room." Scully felt so confused.

He opened up his hand under the restraint, beaconing her to put her hand in his. For some reason unbeknownst to her she obliged.

His features became serious. "Please, Scully, you have to remember. Please remember me. You have no idea of what I have gone through to get to you. It was you who kept me sane. Kept me grounded. It was because of you my memories started to come back." He squeezed her hand and looked at her so intently like he could read the very thoughts going through her mind. "Please remember, Scully."

The door of the room opened up and Dr. Owen stood in the doorway. Scully quickly withdrew her hand from the stranger. "I have great news for you Mr. Mathew. We were able to contact your wife, your next to kin and emergency contact, Diana. She's just a few minuets away and she will be able to sign you out and release you into her custody until the police decide what if any charges they want to bring against you."

Fagen Mathew wore a blank expression on his face.

Dr. Scully stood up. "I'm glad your wife will be coming to join you. I think its best to have someone with you at such a difficult time." She turned to go.

"Dana, please wait. Don't leave yet." Doctor Owen sensed his presence was no longer welcomed and he turned silently out the door.

"I'm not married Dana! I'm being set up and so are you. They have erased our memories and tried to replace them with false ones. I can tell you have doubts about your current situation. If you didn't you wouldn't be here at all." The man was pleading with his eyes.

"Listen, Fagen, I just came here to check up on you. It's time for me to go now. I wish you the best of luck." Scully wanted to run out of the room. She wanted to be home in the comfort of her bed. Close her eyes and forget about the past twenty four hours.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that Scully. I have no idea who Fagen Mathew is. My name is Fox Mulder. Formally, Agent Fox William Mulder with the FBI and your Agent Dana Katherine Scully with the FBI and we were partners for more than seven years before circumstances pulled us apart. I can't remember all the details yet but I know we where reunited. I know we we're together. Something has happened to both of us Scully. I need you to remember."

Scully found herself near tears listening to this man. Her dreams started to touch the surface of her thoughts. FBI? That would be a reason to have a badge and a gun. Every sense in her told her to remember she was on the psych unit with an unstable man. But she couldn't disregard what he was saying so easily. It all felt so familiar to her.

Just then the door opened for a second time. This time it was a tall, attractive, brunette standing there. "Oh Fay! What happened? I was so worried about you!"

The woman rushed over to his beside, putting her hand on either side of his face and kissing his cheek. Scully made her way to the door but turned around one last time to look at him. He mouthed the word 'remember' to her and she turned and closed the door behind her.

Scully put her back up against the closed door and let out a long sigh. If she just had her own memories to go on she could put this all behind her. But she didn't. She started for the exit when Dr. Owen put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around facing him. He looked genuinely concerned. "Dr. Scully why don't you come in my office where we can talk. It's been a long time since you made an appointment."

It was a reasonable request. She was seeing him on a routine basis for the first year and a half that she was working there but stopped about six months ago. Her memories weren't returning, she felt it was hopeless, so she just stopped.

"Not tonight. I need to go home and get some rest. How about tomorrow?" She would make sure to keep this appointment. It was long over due.

"Ok, tomorrow than. Noon?" He gave her a warm smile.

"I'll see you then." She left the floor, gathered her things from her office and headed home.

Once home she made herself something to eat and reflected on her past. Almost two and a half years ago she had woken up in a hospital. She had no memory of how she got there or why. She was told that there had been a car accident that had left her in a coma for months and resulted in amnesia. Everything she had known about her past was what she was told. Her only true memories was only everything since waking up in that hospital bed.

She was told her name and that she was a physician. She knew this was true. She could remember all of her medical back round but had no memory of actually becoming a doctor. The police were involved and looked into her back round. She had no family that could be found. They were told she was orphaned at a young age and put her self through school. No husband and no friends. She felt sorry for herself. Wondering why her life was so empty. If only there was someone that could confirm her back round. Who she really was.

She was told by the police that in their search they had found out that she had recently been hired and employed by Clara Mass General. It was the hospital she was currently working at. When she was discharged by the hospital she was in she had no where to go. They said they were unable to find any records of a current address for her and it was not listed her personnel files. She went directly to her employers and explained her current situation. She didn't know what else to do.

They where were extremely understanding. They allowed her stay at the hospital until she could get up on her feet. She worked and lived at the hospital for two months straight. There was nothing to complain about though. She was at least grateful that there was a cot in her office and a twenty four hour cafeteria, showers that were used by physicians only. If it wasn't for the hospital she would have been homeless.

With the money she saved those first two months she was able to get herself a small apartment. It had been just about two years ago since moving in and she was finally making peace with her life. She had friends at the hospital, a nice house, a car, a good job. She felt like a normal person most of the time. A normal person with no past.

For a long time she desperately wanted to remember. When the vague dreams began is when she decided to start seeing Dr. Owen. They had many a long session together. He concluded that sometimes victims of amnesia had always wanted to forget the past and given the opportunity they unconsciously decided not to remember. At first this was hard for her to accept but eventually she did. If she was an orphan, had been abandoned by her family, didn't have any friends or anyone to love her, well maybe she would want to forget a past like that. Have a fresh start.

But now… Now this man shows up, claiming to know her. Claiming they had been close. Claiming he knew her before all of this. Claiming to be going through a similar struggle. What if….She cut her thoughts off. No Dana. He was clearly delusional. You were exhausted and looking for some comfort. She just needed a good nights sleep. It was still early and she had more than enough time to catch up on some well deserved rest.

xxxxxx

Scully knocked on a door.

"Sorry, no body down here but the FBI's most unwanted." Fagen Mathew (Fox Mulder?) turned to look at her.

She extended her hand. "Agent Mulder. I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you."

He takes her extended hand. "Oh, isn't it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded. So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?" Mulder had a smug smile on his face.

Scully smiled back at him. "Actually, I'm looking forward to working with you. I've heard a lot about you.

Still smiling at her Mulder said, "Oh, really… I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me."

Scully's eyes flew open and she sat straight up in bed. 'What the hell was that?' That was the most vivid dream she has yet to have. Was it a real memory? Or was it brought upon by the stress of the last week or the suggestion of Fagen Mathew. It was a long while before Scully was able to fall back to sleep that night.

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