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TITLE: Savage Garden Chapter Three: Santa Monica
AUTHOR: Gaia Less
RATING: PG13
SPOILERS: Pilot, Emily... a few flashbacks from actual scenes. Everything else through the beginning of season seven, I guess.

SUMMARY: Scully moves away and meets David Hayes.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mulder, Scully, or anyone else you might recognize from the series. They are owned by Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. I don't own them. No copyright infringement is intended. I didn;t create em, I'm just playing with them. I'll give them back when I'm done. Promise!! Please don't sue me...

All songs belong to Savage Garden.. yeah.. they rock. Also just borrowing them, blah blah blah....

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Chapter Three
Santa Monica
by GL

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In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Sant Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unnavoidable, everywhere you turn
It's there
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or
Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

~*~

I sit outside the hospital on a bench. I stare off into the distance, and I can't help but think of the song Santa Monica. Or of Mulder.

I've only been here a few weeks, but I miss him so much. And the song won't get out of my head, making me think of the life I left behind.

Okay. I'm not in Santa Monica. I'm in a little town in southern Ohio. But the point is, Mulder isn't here. I miss him so much.

Hey, Dr. Scully, a voice says behind me. I turn around. Another doctor, Ann Knight, is standing behind me.

Hi, Dr. Knight, I reply. Please, call me Dana.

Call me Ann, and you've got yourself a deal. Ann sits down next to me on the bench. You look lonely.

I am, I admit. I left behind someone... a friend... who meant a lot to me. I miss him.

I'm sorry. Why did you leave? she asks.

Uh... it's personal.

Ann nods. Hey. I was asked to pass along a message to you. Do you know David Hayes?

Name sounds familiar, I reply, thinking.

Well, word is, he's interested in you, Ann says with a smile. He'd be telling you this himself, but he's an EMT, so he's not actually in the hospital too often. But do you mind if I... give him your number?

I think about Mulder for a minute. But then I realize, it's over. I have to move on. One date won't mean anything... but it could. And if it did, it didn't matter. Mulder and I were over. I'd probably never see him again.

I say with a small smile. Go ahead.

Maybe I won't be so lonely anymore.

~*~

September, 2000

Well. One date wouldn't mean anything. Considering David and I have been together now for a year and a half.

I sit on my couch and turn on the tv. My gaze drifts to the mantle, where I still have a picture of Mulder. Mulder and me. A melancholy feeling sweeps over me, and I stand up and pick up the picture. I press it to my lips for a second, and put it down when there's a knock on the door.

Good. David was here. I had to tell him something.

he says, letting himself in.

I'm over here, I say quietly.

What was so important that you had to tell me? he asks. I look at him. What's the matter? he asks, concerned, seeing the tears on my face.

David, I--

Wait. Wait. I have to ask you something. It's very important. So before you say anything, I just want to tell you this. He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. Dana, I love you. I really do. And--Dana, will you marry me?

My jaw drops. I-I-I... yes. Yes, I will, I reply.

What? I will?

*Dana. You are in love with David now. Stop pining over a man who has probably forgotten about you by now,* I tell myself. But... I... there's something else. David... I'm pregnant.

You are?

I nod. Four months, I whisper.



He kisses me.

And now, it feels right.

~*~