A/N: I'm glad you all like it so far! There's a lot more to come! :P This chapter is short, but it will get better!

A month later

"I don't care if you already did it, check again, dammit!" Mulder shouted into the phone, pacing pack and forth in his basement office.

It had been over a month, with absolutely no sign of Scully. And as exhausted as Mulder was, he refused to give up. He hardly ever slept or ate anymore. He was extremely close to losing the X-Files again, ever since he assigned himself the responsibility of finding Scully. It couldn't be this hard to find her, dead or alive. But she wasn't dead. He knew it. He knew she wasn't. And he was going to find her, sooner or later.

"No, no—NO! I don't care. I paid you good money for this." Mulder pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, sighing heavily. A voice could faintly be heard on the other end.

"I know. But she has to be out there somewhere. She—she couldn't have just disappeared off the planet."

Mulder sat down in his chair and leaned forward, placing his face in one hand. "I just don't understand all of this, is all. Yeah, I know. Thank you for trying again, anyways. Alright. Yeah. Bye."

Mulder hung up the phone and slammed his fist down onto the desk. "Dammit!" He ran his hand through his hair.

Assistant Director Skinner walked slowly into the room, but Mulder did not look up. "Agent Mulder." Skinner looked at Mulder sympathetically.

"What?" Mulder replied angrily, staring off into the distance.

"Why don't you go home and try to get some sleep." Skinner suggested.

Mulder shook his head, clenching his jaw tightly. "I'm fine."

Skinner sighed. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Fox. It's been over a month. I—I don't think she's coming back. She—She might possibly be— "

"No. No she's not!" Mulder cut him off, furiously.

"Listen to me! You need to rest. You need to eat. You are wearing yourself thin, Agent Mulder. I promise you—I promise; I will help you keep looking for her. But for now, you need to go home." Skinner replied, firmly.

Mulder sighed, his face softening. "I-I keep having these dreams. And I-"Mulder's eyes filled with tears, but he dared not let them fall. "I can't lose her, again. We've already been through her having cancer, and her being abducted. She—she survived both times. She can survive again."

Skinner bowed his head. "I'm so, so sorry. I know this is very hard for you. I'm upset, too." Skinner replied, softly.

Mulder clenched his fists on the desk and hung his head, not saying anything else. And with that, Skinner sighed and left the basement office.

XxX

Mulder opened his apartment door and closed it behind him, leaning up against it. Sighing heavily, he walked over to the TV and turned it on, plopping down on the couch. He sat there for a long moment, staring at an old black and white movie, with a blank expression on his face.

After a few minutes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, dialing Scully's number. After several rings, her voicemail picked up. "Hey, it's Dana. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, I will get back to you as soon as I can." Mulder smiled at the sound of Scully's voice on the other end, fearing that her phone would soon be shut off and he wouldn't be able to hear that voice again.

After the beep, Mulder left his hundredth message. He had called every single day, and left Scully a message every single day. "Scully, it's me." He paused for a moment, and stood up, placing a hand on his hip. "I-I miss you. And I—I promise I'm going to find you. I know you're alive. I just know it. Everyone else thinks you're dead." Mulder chocked back a sob. "But—but I know you're not." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "And I—I love you, Scully."

Mulder closed his eyes and hung up the phone. After a long moment, he picked up a picture of Scully from the table beside his couch and ran a finger across it. His face crumpled up and he hung his head, sobbing. He fell to the floor against the couch, his hands coming up over his head. And he sat there, weeping into the couch cushions, until sleep finally succumbed him.

XxX

The short red headed beauty sat at the edge of the hospital bed, wearing clothes that one of the nurses thoughtfully brought her. They fit well, but she wasn't sure that it was exactly her style. She smiled warmly as Doctor Jake Ferguson walked into the hospital room.

"Hey, are you ready?" Jake asked, dressed in his street clothes.

"Yeah." The woman nodded and stood up.

The handsome doctor had offered the woman one of his spare bedrooms at his place, until she was able to figure things out. She had no other choice but to accept. But Jake seemed like a really nice person, and she was very grateful. He had even helped her pick out a temporary name to go by, until she was able to find out more about whom she really was. And who knows, maybe Dana could be her real name. But she was sure it probably was something better than that, like Anna. Yeah, maybe she could be an Anna. But for now, she was sticking with Dana, since Jake picked it out, and the nurses agreed it suited her well.

Dana stood up and followed Jake out of the hospital room. "Let's go."

XxX

A few months later

It had been three months since Dana moved in with Jake, and it was just too easy to fall into that new comfortable lifestyle, and not want to leave it. After three months of Jake trying to help her figure out whom she really was, with no luck, she had decided that for now, she would just live the life that Jake had helped provide for her. And when the time came, she would go with the flow. But obviously if no one had come forward with any information about her yet, then maybe her old life hadn't been all that great. Yes, she was scared at first and really wanted to remember everything. But now, Jake was taking her out on their first date. They had hit it off well from the very beginning, and she really liked him. He was a good guy, and he had helped her so much in the past three months.

Dana stared into the bathroom mirror, as she fluffed her hair one last time. Jake had let her pick out a new wardrobe that she felt suited her well. And he had even got her a job at the hospital as a desk clerk. He was doing so much for her, and she could possibly see a future with him if things kept going the way they were. She sighed contently as she flipped off the light and walked out of the bathroom.

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A few more months later

It had been nine months now since Scully's disappearance. And Mulder was just now starting to get back into the swing of things. But it still would never be the same. He hadn't stopped looking for Scully, and he never would. But he had decided that it was now time to start acting like the person he was before. He had spent nine months visiting Scully's mom Maggie, every single day. He had spent nine months fighting sleep for days at a time. And he had spent nine whole months keeping Scully's apartment in shape. Every weekend, Mulder would go over to Scully's apartment and sleep in her bed. And this was the first day that he decided to shave his beard and cut his hair.

Mulder looked into his bathroom mirror at his cleanly shaven face and freshly cut hair. He looked like himself again. But something in his eyes had changed. He sighed as he flipped off the light and walked out of the bathroom. Today, he was starting his first X-Files case in nine whole months. Skinner had been kind enough to put everything on hold for Mulder, and let him do some easier work for a while. And Mulder was a little nervous about starting everything back up again, without Scully. But he reminded himself that Scully would want him to. She wouldn't want him to completely fall apart and not live his life.

To be continued...

A/N: YES, I KNOW! I had her go by her real name, even though she doesn't even know it is. Fate, huh? :D Third chapter in progress right this minute. I promise that it's far from over. ;)