Author's note: I can't believe I forgot to thank my friend harperrose87 for her amazing help, reviewing this crazy story. I love you! One more thing. In this chapter, we also have the song "She used to be mine" from Sara Bareilles. I looooove that woman sooo much. She's a true inspiration.

Another note :P : Please, let me know (after reading this one, of course) if you think I should continue with this. I know is very weird.

We all fall in love sometimes

Chapter two: She used to be mine

… Did we, didn't we, should we, couldn't we

I'm not sure cause sometimes we're so blind

Strugglin' through the day

When even your best friends say

Don't you find

We all fall in love sometimes...

Weird night tonight… I wasn't expecting any of this to happen…

At first I thought I read right through him, only wanting to get me out of my house to get me drunk and get in my pants. Since my sore boobs didn't allow him that he came here, six pack in hand.

But he didn't want me just for sex –yes, his erection gave him away at one point, but I will be kind to him about it, because I was practically naked in front of him-. He wants me, my heart, my broken soul, my abused body, my mind, my dreams. He says he wants to be with me, Dana Scully, not with the sex toy I once were.

Should I believe him? Is he for real?

If not, he has a really first class act because he's right outside, sleeping on my couch and he didn't try anything on me. I was the one who started the kiss, just to make him stay (I didn't wanted to be alone tonight), but he stopped it before I gave away more of me. We finished our beers and in the kindest possible way he asked if he could stay –considering he had been drinking and couldn't drive like that- I said yes and lead him to my bedroom.

The panic on his face when he saw me getting rid of my shirt in front of him was actually endearing. He turned around so fast, it was as if he had never seen a naked woman before… but he just didn't wanted to violate my intimicy and the whore that still lives in me (old habits die hard, I guess) got the wrong message and I embarrassed myself… again…

He's right outside but I want him here with me, maybe not to have sex, but just to feel a body that's protecting me instead of hurting me…

'Don't be a fool, he just wants your body. After you give that to him, he will disappear, or worst, he would do what Jack did' … That's my brain talking… Will I ever trust anyone again? Should I trust him? Should I believe him?

… I want to believe…

Morning came for Mulder with a big pain on his neck… He was used to sleep on his couch, but not on Scully's, apparently.

6:30 a.m. and for the first time he was waking up in her apartment. He couldn't hide a grin. He was happy, she was gonna be the first thing he'd see that Sunday morning.

She probably was about to get up and rush to work, but it will be time enough to see her beautiful self and kiss her (on the cheek) goodbye until 2:00 in the afternoon, when her shift would be over and he would pick her up and spend the rest of the day with her.

Suddenly his cellphone rang and Leyla's name was on the screen.

"Why are you calling me at this hour Leyla? What does Monica want?" he asked without trying to hide is anger at her call.

Just as he was about to listen to whatever Monica's new assitant had to say, Scully came into the living room, already dressed in her waitress uniform, her hair pulled back in a high pony tail and her gold cross around her neck.

But there was a new piece of jewelry on her that morning: on her right wrist there was a bracelet unknown to him, but what was not was the pendant on it. It had been a gift from him last month, for her birthday: a golden butterfly. He came across the item a few weeks before and thought about her when he saw it.

Mulder wanted Scully to be as free as a butterfly. Free from her cruel past and he wanted her to have something to represent that feeling he knew she also had. But she said she wasn't ready to wear it yet, especially not on that night when Jack had been on the hunt for her (which was the reason why she was with Mulder on the night of her birthday. He was hiding her). But she assured to him that she would soon wear it and that he would be a part of the reason behind her strength to do it.

"Mulder!" Leyla shouted on the other end of the phone and he was brought back to reality, not before giving Scully a smile she gladly reply.

"I'm sorry Leyla, I wasn't paying attention," he said with his eyes still on Scully.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that… Where are you?! We're outside your door and you're not answering. Monica is waiting in the car and is desperate to talk to you." Leyla also sounded desperate. "You didn't sign the papers last night with Mr. Mills and now he's saying he won't hired her for the two months you guys had talk about," the girl added.

"Ok. Tell Monica I'll go speak with him and I'll go to her house after that. I'm not in my apartment right now. She won't lose this, don't worry," he assured the assistant and hung up the cellphone.

He stood up from the couch and walked to Scully, who was about to make some coffee.

"Don't you get tired of making coffee?" he asked, once he was in the kitchen, teasing her.

She turned around and gave him the side eye.

"I'm making it for you, so you should at least say thank you. I suppose you won't have time to go to the diner with me and I simply can't leave a customer unsatisfied," she finished with a smile.

She was about to turn the machine on when his hand stopped her.

"Don't worry about it. My coffee injection can wait. I'll go to the diner after I'm done with Mr. Mills…"

"But you just said you're going to your boss' house after signing the papers. You don't have to lie to me, Mulder. I'm not asking for anything. Besides, it's my fault that you dind't do your job last night," she looked down and started to walk away from him.

"I'm not lying…" he declared. "How are you feeling this morning?... How's your… your chest?" he said looking at her breasts covered under her uniform and sweater.

"Much better, actually. Thanks for asking… and for staying…"

She got close to him. It would be so easy to kiss him in that moment, but instead she just gave him a hug. He hugged her back and hold her tight, both his hands on the small of her back, caressing the spot.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom or something before we get out?" she asked, still in their embrace.

"Yes, please. It'll be just a moment", he answered. Kissed the top of her head and broke the hug, giving her the sweetest smile before walking away.

She could get used to that loving smile. She could get used to the happiness he was willing to give her. Should she do it?

"Hey, I didn't know you go by 'Katie'…", he said entering the living room with a necklace with that name on it.

"Yes, most of the people in my family called me by my middle name because I have an aunt called Dana too, so they do it to not get confused or something… My mom gave me that necklace, but Jack took it away after we got married. He gave it back to me that time he was in the diner, when the police took him away because of the restraining order you helped me get… He didn't like me wearing the necklace. He said I should honored my first name, Dana, and never hide it or covered it with silly nicknames… I guess he just wanted my name to put it out there for everyone to get, to sell it, like he sold every part of me…" she had to stopped talking because of the tears that were falling down her face.

Mulder held her hand and gave the necklace to her.

"Maybe he went there to give it to you so you can restore your life with the name you want, so you can stop being what he created out of you…"

She looked up to him, trying to wipe away her tears.

"No… that was just another trick from him to get me back… Thank God we had the restraining order, right?" she said, trying to smile and forget the bad memory. "Can we go now? I can't be late for work."

It's not simple to say

Most days I don't recognize me

That these shoes and this apron

That place and its patrons

Have taken more than I gave them

It's not easy to know

I'm not anything like I used to be

Although it's true

I was never attention's sweet center

I still remember that girl…

"Thank you for driving me… and for staying last night..." She said avoiding his eyes because, actually, she was ashamed of how much she had come to need him by her side to feel strong.

"It was my absolute pleasure. I promise I won't be long with Monica and I'll be back to spend the morning watching you work," he answered with a wide smile.

"That would be nice. Remember we have the brunch menu today. It will be waiting for you."

She gave him a wide smile too and a kiss on the cheek, before getting out of the car in the corner of Fran's diner, the place where she had found refuge after she managed to escape her ex husband and had to build a new life, this time really for herself.

She wasn't gonna lie. The job was tedious but tiring, at times she could feel her neurons dying with the lack of actual use… She was built to give so much more to the world than being a waitress, but Jack had destroy her. So –in the meantime- she had created a new persona: a quiet girl, humble, one that didn't expect much out of life as long as she would get her paycheck at the end of the month and decent tips everyday… She just had a complicated past, with an abusive ex husband, like so many other women… Dana Scully, the waitress, was just one of the bunch, nothing special about her, only a dedicated worker who accepted two shifts everyday (except on Sundays) because she was in need of money.

But Dana Katherine Scully, the former medical student, was around in there somewhere, building herself up inside the empty vessel her body was now, after what he –the person who was supposed to be the love of her life- had done to her in only two years of marriage.

After what happened with Jack she was embarrassed and left everything behind in Washington D.C. She didn't have much, actually, but her family was there and she had to leave them. At that point, she thought she was responsable for what her husband had made her do, so she didn't feel capable of looking her mother again in the eyes, or any of her siblings. She only thought of herself as a victim, rather than responsible, when she met Mulder.

Jack had forced her to leave med school, so she didn't had to get back to that either. She wouldn't do it anyway, since embarrassment was the one feeling she could hold at the moment. After all, videos of her doing all kind of sexual atrocities were in the Internet, anyone could see her and recognize her.

"Katie?".

Someone said when she was about to open the door to the diner. Only that it wasn't just anyone, she would have recognize that voice in any corner of the world.

Fear invaded every inch of her body. She tried to see over her shoulder to check if Mulder was still there insided his car, able to save her again. But he wasn't. Maybe she didn't needed to be saved that time…

"Turn around, Katie. It's me, Bill," the man talked again, giving her the proof she needed to be completely sure of her assumptions. Blood was thicker than water, they say, and apparently –this time- blood had brought brother and sister together after so long.

She took a deep breath and turned around, taking a new step in her path to bring herself back to live.

"Hi," she said, trying to put a smile on her face.

Bill Scully couldn't be happier. It had been almost two years since the last time he saw his baby sister. All because of that devil she had married to. He was supposed to be family, to be a trustworthy man, but instead he took Dana away and practically locked her up in their apartment. She wasn't allowed to visit her family or even talk to them on the phone. After that semester was over, she could't go back to medical school and, as far as Bill knew, she had some kind of job, Jack had involved her into, inside their home. Last year he found out what that "job" was, but he couldn't find her anymore, it was as if he had buried her underground.

Bill couldn't wait any longer and ran to hug her. Five months ago he even thought that she had died, but on that night when Jack had called him asking for Dana hope returned to Bill's heart and to the entire family. If he was looking for her so desperately it could only mean that she had escaped and was finally free. However, the Police Department efforts to find her were as good as nothing.

But now here she was, in the same corner as him in a random street in Pasadena, California.

"I thought I would never see you again, Katie," Bill said, approaching to her to finally gave her that anticipated hug. "This is unbelievable… How are you, sis?"

…She's imperfect but she tries

She's good but she lies

She is hard on herself

She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone but she used to be mine…

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