DISCLAIMER: I'm still a student; would any money be made by suing me for this? No.

SUMMARY: scully continues to grow and develop. The family moves into a new neighbourhood, where scully is greeted by someone who may be one of her first best friends.

A/NOTE: no, it's not Mulder. I like scott. S'kay, no competition for Mulder. Not that this story goes down that path. You'll see :)

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It was early morning when Scott staggered out the front door to investigate the commotion coming from next door. A bowl of corn flakes in his hands and clad only in a white singlet and dark denim shorts; he pushed a pair of sunnies into the scruffy brown hair atop his head.

Stuffing another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, he trudged down the driveway and looked down the street. Against the curb of his neighbours house was a large removals truck.

'New people.' He thought.

Swallowing the milky mush in his mouth, he took to the pathway and wandered over next door to meet his new neighbours.

The first person to spot him was the eldest of the Scully clan. Bill met the young man on the front lawn. Scott threw his spoon in his cereal with a metallic 'tink' and shook the man's hand.

"How ya doin'? Scott Carle." He introduced

"Good thanks. I'm William scully." The man returned. He looked like the kind of guy you don't cross.

"What brings you to this part o' the world?"

"Early retirement hopefully. I've been in the Navy for a pretty long time."

"Ah. Did you want a hand or something?"

"Well, I'll find the girls and let you meet them, and then you can give Bill a hand with the furniture."

"Sounds good. I'll get rid of my bowl and see if my dad wants to come out too. I reckon some shoes'd be a good idea too."

The simply nodded, smiled and walked into his new house. Scott quickly made his way back into his kitchen, practically throwing the empty bowl into the sink. He bounded up the staircase, skipping two or three steps at a time. On his way to his room, he popped his head into his father's room. The man lay face down on the bed; dead to the world.

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I must admit, I think I got the best room in the house, and I love it all the more as it's actually mine and I don't have to share with Melissa. After the accident, Melissa and I have been stuck in the same room. I think it's just mum and dad being paranoid. It gave us the chance to get closer though. Melissa pretty much told Bill it would be a good idea for him to stop checking up on me. He took it pretty hard.

The only thing that ruins the view is this massive tree branch right outside my window. We'll need to get rid of it eventually.

I leave the comfort of my new bedroom to go find some of the boxes with my name on them, and lug them all them all the way up here... ugh god. Too much effort.

I swing my leg over the mahogany railing of the staircase and slide right on down. I practically fell off the end. I can't wait to do it again. In a brilliant display of lack of grace and elegance I stumble whilst getting off the railing.

"Well done."

I hear a snort behind me. I turn around to glare at my offender and come face to face with a stranger carrying one of my boxes. I'm taken aback enough to squeak in surprise. He suppresses another snort. I scowl. He feigns fear. We laugh at the same time.

He balances a box on one arm and comes forth, hand outstretched to shake mine.

"Scott Carle. I'm ya new neighbour."

"Dana scully. How'd you get into my house?"

"He offered to give us a hand starbuck." I hear from behind me. Dad weaves around us with a dining chair in each hand. We step back to avoid getting bumped.

"ah huh. Well, I'll show you where that box goes."

He grins and follows me up the stairs. He spent the whole day here, but he proved to be incredibly helpful. We had everything done by sunset.

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"Where you been all day?"

First question I get as soon as I walk through the door. Tread lightly. He's at the dining table with a beer and a newspaper.

His father never mentioned Scott's mother. It had always been the two of them. Scott was so used to the company an conversation of adults. He was highly academic and lacking in social skills. His father was like the bossy roommate. Luckily his father had enough sense about only children to encourage Scott to talk to people his own age, especially girls, given it was a boys house.

"I was next door. Helping the new people move in. They're nice people."

Dad's interest was obvious. He closed the paper pushed it away from him.

"Family?"

"Yeh."

"Kids? Might get you outta your room once in a while."

"Four. The dad is a navy captain."

Dad's eyes squinted. He finished the last of his beer. I continued anyway.

"There's Bill, the oldest brother, he seems bit aggro. There's one girl," I had to grin at the thought. "Who's kind of weird, but cool. She's going to go to my school. Heck, I reckon I got a few classes with her."

Dad got up and threw his empty bottle into the trash.

"Keep talking; I'm still listening. You had anything' to eat?"

It was easier to talk to him when I can pretend he's not listening.

"Uh, some pizza for lunch."

I follow him into the kitchen and jump up onto the counter.

"She's a red head; you'd spot her from a mile. Big green eyes like an avocado and enough metal in her mouth to set off a dozen airport detectors."

Dad chuckled from inside the fridge.

"Right. You said there was four of em'?"

"Um, there's Charlie, the youngest one. Hyperactive he is. And the other one, crap I can't remember her name... Melissa, that's it. Freakin' hippy that one. She practically fell outta that tree in the front yard."

"All these people got a last name?"

"Scully."

"What about the metallic red head?"

"Dana. Dana scully." I grin.

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:) Next chapter is a Mulder update, then after that, Mulder and scully meet! :D