Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files, "Monday", Pam, or anyone else. I'm
just borrowing them, I swear!
AN: "Monday" is one of my favorite episodes, and I've seen stories from Mulder and Scully's POV; even one from Pam's, but they're not how I think it would go…so here's my take. Enjoy!
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Monday.
As if there wasn't enough reason to hate this day. It's bad enough that you have to get up early and go to work…you know what? Scratch that. Getting up early and going to work sounds like heaven compared to what I've gone through; what seems like a thousand times. And scratch that last part, too. The part about heaven, I mean. What kind of God would make a person repeat a terrible day in their lives like this? Make them the only one to remember everything, and powerless to stop it.
I can't take it anymore. This is crazy! How many times is Mulder going to walk down the street? How many times is he going to go into the bank? How many times is his partner, Scully, going to follow him? How many times am I going to try to get Skinner not to go in there? And, worst of all, how many times will Bernard blow up that bank?
Something went wrong the first time around; I've told Mulder that so many times. Exactly what, I don't know. But whoever's in charge of this day, whoever's keeping me and everyone around me in hell, wants us to get it right. Only, it never goes right. And so everyday, Mulder walks into the bank. Everyday Scully follows him. Everyday, I tell Skinner—sometimes scream it!—not to go into the bank. And everyday…every single fucking day…Bernard blows up that stupid bank.
Only…only he looked at me. Mulder came walking down the street, like always, but he looked at me. He's never done that before…
There's hope.
There's a knock on the window. It's Scully. I play dumb, which is so unlike me in this situation. I'm always straight with them; Mulder, Scully, Skinner. But I want a change.
She wants me to come with her. What? "Why?" I ask her. She tells me her partner said I would know. This is different—new.
"If you don't believe me, ask her!" I hear Mulder yell as Scully and I enter the bank. Bernard seems somewhat surprised to see me. Scully points her gun at him. It won't do any good, but only I know that. Or do I…?
Mulder is trying to explain what's going on to Bernard. How I'm made to live this day over and over again. "You can't want this for her! It's hell!"
"I'm doing this for her!" Bernard protests. All at once, I want to laugh hysterically, and sob uncontrollably.
Listen, I tell him. Listen to Mulder, and let's go. You and me.
But the police choose that moment to move in.
"You son of a bitch!" Bernard yells. He's going to shoot Mulder.
Not again. Not Again. NOT AGAIN!
"NO!"
I jump in front of him. Time seems to slow, just before I feel the bullet. It's like fire. And the blood…
I can faintly see Bernard drop to his knees, and Mulder cuff him. I can barely hear Scully call for an ambulance, though I hope it doesn't get here in time. I've realized something.
It's me.
I'm the variable.
Mulder's looking at me; I think I'm smiling.
"This never happened before."
I close my eyes, the smile still on my face.
It's over now…
It's over.
AN: "Monday" is one of my favorite episodes, and I've seen stories from Mulder and Scully's POV; even one from Pam's, but they're not how I think it would go…so here's my take. Enjoy!
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Monday.
As if there wasn't enough reason to hate this day. It's bad enough that you have to get up early and go to work…you know what? Scratch that. Getting up early and going to work sounds like heaven compared to what I've gone through; what seems like a thousand times. And scratch that last part, too. The part about heaven, I mean. What kind of God would make a person repeat a terrible day in their lives like this? Make them the only one to remember everything, and powerless to stop it.
I can't take it anymore. This is crazy! How many times is Mulder going to walk down the street? How many times is he going to go into the bank? How many times is his partner, Scully, going to follow him? How many times am I going to try to get Skinner not to go in there? And, worst of all, how many times will Bernard blow up that bank?
Something went wrong the first time around; I've told Mulder that so many times. Exactly what, I don't know. But whoever's in charge of this day, whoever's keeping me and everyone around me in hell, wants us to get it right. Only, it never goes right. And so everyday, Mulder walks into the bank. Everyday Scully follows him. Everyday, I tell Skinner—sometimes scream it!—not to go into the bank. And everyday…every single fucking day…Bernard blows up that stupid bank.
Only…only he looked at me. Mulder came walking down the street, like always, but he looked at me. He's never done that before…
There's hope.
There's a knock on the window. It's Scully. I play dumb, which is so unlike me in this situation. I'm always straight with them; Mulder, Scully, Skinner. But I want a change.
She wants me to come with her. What? "Why?" I ask her. She tells me her partner said I would know. This is different—new.
"If you don't believe me, ask her!" I hear Mulder yell as Scully and I enter the bank. Bernard seems somewhat surprised to see me. Scully points her gun at him. It won't do any good, but only I know that. Or do I…?
Mulder is trying to explain what's going on to Bernard. How I'm made to live this day over and over again. "You can't want this for her! It's hell!"
"I'm doing this for her!" Bernard protests. All at once, I want to laugh hysterically, and sob uncontrollably.
Listen, I tell him. Listen to Mulder, and let's go. You and me.
But the police choose that moment to move in.
"You son of a bitch!" Bernard yells. He's going to shoot Mulder.
Not again. Not Again. NOT AGAIN!
"NO!"
I jump in front of him. Time seems to slow, just before I feel the bullet. It's like fire. And the blood…
I can faintly see Bernard drop to his knees, and Mulder cuff him. I can barely hear Scully call for an ambulance, though I hope it doesn't get here in time. I've realized something.
It's me.
I'm the variable.
Mulder's looking at me; I think I'm smiling.
"This never happened before."
I close my eyes, the smile still on my face.
It's over now…
It's over.