Title - Wake To This Nightmare
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Spoilers - Up to beginning of Season 8
Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance
Summary - Scully sinks deeper and deeper into a depression as the hunt for
Mulder seems to wind to an unsuccessful conclusion. As she struggles to hang on
to hope, Mulder awakens to a life he doesn't remember and faces his own
struggles to maintain his grip on reality.
Disclaimer - Most of these characters aren't mine. You know that. And I know
that. They're property of someone else and used without permission strictly for
entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 6
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Margaret Scully sits quietly at her kitchen table. The only sounds around her
are the sighs her daughter breathes every now and then. She's been like this
since Bill and Doggett left. And after she called those three weird friends of
Mulder's to let them know what was going on. She's been pretty much silent
since then. It was like there was too much going on in her mind and she didn't
know how to express it verbally.
"Dana are you sure you're okay?" Margaret looks again at her daughter to see if
her words even registered.
"I don't know, Mom," she whispers. "I know that I should be ecstatic. Having
Emily back. And knowing that Mulder's alive out there somewhere. But . . . "
"You're still worried," Margaret finishes for her.
"Skeptical is more like it," she says with a cynical laugh. She always seems to
fall back to that role somehow. The skeptic. The unbeliever. The one who
always has to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.
"I know I should be happy," Scully continues. "But right now, I have questions
that need to be answered. Why did they take Mulder? What did they want with
him? What did they do to Emily? Did they have something to do with me getting
pregnant? What if all I am is some pawn to Them? Whoever *They* are.
Everything I ever wanted is right here, Mom. Mulder. Emily. This baby. But
at what price are They giving it to me?"
Margaret can only sigh, not sure what to answer her daughter. Because in all
honesty, she had those same questions and reservations. Her daughter's career
has always worried her. But she always seemed happy. It wasn't Margaret's
place to dispel that satisfaction she felt from being in the FBI. But now, she
can see the pain her daughter's choices is causing. She just hopes that Dana
can cope with this on her own until her partner returned.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a small cry coming from the other room. Almost
instantaneously, Scully is out her seat and up the stairs to get to the source
of the sound.
"Emily?" Scully asks into the dark room. The light from the closet casts a
small glow into the room, just enough to keep the girl from getting scared.
"I thought you had left, Mommy," Emily sobs. She buries her head in Scully's
shoulder and cries some more.
"Shh. It's okay, Baby. I won't leave you. I promise," Scully tries to assure
the girl. Her words work somewhat because she soon hears the sobs turn into
sniffs.
"You mean it? Even when Daddy comes? You won't make him go away like that
other lady did?" Her sad eyes look at Scully.
"Of course not," Scully promises, stroking the little girls hair. "We're going
to be a family. You. Me. Daddy. And one other person." Scully turns to sit
next to Emily on the bed before grabbing the girl's small hand. She places it
on her stomach before looking down to smile at her.
"Someone's in there?" Emily asks in amazement.
"A baby," Scully nods. "You're going to be a big sister soon."
The little girl's face lights up with a grin. She leaned down to put her arms
around Scully's waist.
"What are you doing?" Scully wonders.
"Giving the baby a hug," Emily explains. "To let him know I love him."
"That's nice, Emily," Scully tells her, wiping away a stray tear that manages to
fall. Those pregnancy hormones have her tearing up at the slightest
provocation.
"I love you too, Mommy," she whispers. "And so does Daddy. I can't wait until
he gets back and we can be a family." She snuggles closer to Scully's stomach
and drifts back to sleep.
Scully pulls Emily closer and smiles, thinking how right this all felt. She
soon finds herself falling asleep too, sweet visions of the life Emily imagined
filling her dreams.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I still don't understand why we came back home," Mulder rants. "She
disappeared from San Diego. We should be looking for her there."
"But whoever took her knows we're from here. Besides, we can't get the police
involved for another couple of hours anyway," Diana reminds him.
"Well, I can't just sit around doing nothing. I'm going out for awhile," he
says on his way out the door. He doesn't even say good-bye as the door slams
behind him.
His leaving was fine with Diana. She needed to get in touch with her people to
see how to handle this situation. She didn't like that little brat anyway. So
her disappearance was nothing tragic. But if Mulder insisted on getting the
police involved, then there could be a slight problem.
She holds the phone up to her ear when she hears him answer the other end.
"It's me. The girl is missing," she tells the mysterious man.
"She wasn't important. What's the problem?" the man asks her.
"The problem is that soon the police will be involved. And I'm sure that won't
be good. I don't know how to stop Fox. Except by erasing his memory again,"
Diana suggests.
"We can't do that again. He'll be useless to us," the man sighs. "Just sit
tight for a day or two. We'll take care of everything."
"A day or two? By then, the cops will be here. Possibly the FBI. What are we
. . ."
"I said sit tight for a day or two," the man reiterates. "I'll send someone
from our group to act as the local law enforcement. And then, I'll take care of
this little situation."
Diana barely hears the clicking of the phone hanging up over the pounding of her
heart. She was a 'situation' to them now. Not the best thing to be. Suddenly,
she was very afraid of how things were about to be resolved.
* * * * * * * * * *
The mystery man pushes an intercom on his desk, wordlessly beckoning an
associate.
"The Mulder situation has gotten completely out of hand. It's time for us to
wash our hands of the entire fiasco. Take care of them. Permanently," he
orders.
* * * * * * * * * *
Scully awakens the next morning to a pair of small hands on her face. She
blinks her eyes open and looks straight into a pair that mirror her own.
"Good morning, Sweetie," Scully smiles to the little girl.
"Morning, Mommy," Emily's little voice sings out, causing joyous tears to fill
Scully's eyes. She just couldn't seem to stop crying these days. But at least
this time, they're tears of joy.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Emily asks, worry suddenly gripping her heart.
"Nothing, Emily. I'm fine. I just didn't think I'd ever see you again. You
were really sick. And then you went away. We thought you'd be gone forever.
And I missed you so much."
"Don't worry, Mommy. I'm okay," Emily assures. "I think I missed you too."
"You think?" Scully asks, confused at the girl's statement.
"I didn't really remember you. I just remembered this." Emily looks down and
fingers the delicate cross around Scully's neck. "You gave it to me once. So I
wouldn't be afraid."
"You remembered that?" Scully is amazed as the girl just nods.
"But we couldn't remember you. Daddy remembered your hair. And he said my eyes
and mouth were just like yours. But he told me to apologize," Emily adds with a
giggle.
"Apologize for what?"
"He said to tell you he's sorry, but it looks like I got his nose," the girl
laughs.
Scully laughs along with her, but really her mind is somewhere else. On a face
that looked so much like her own, she finally notices Mulder's prominent nose,
but in a smaller version. She notices a chin shaped much like his. And she
notices a small mole on the girl's cheek in the same place as Mulder's.
"No need to apologize," Scully says when she finally manages to speak again.
"It looks perfect on you. You're a little bit of me and a little bit of your .
. . daddy." A daddy she never had before, Scully adds silently. She finds
herself wondering how Emily can have so many of Mulder's physical traits when
the only human DNA she had belonged to Scully.
"Emily, why don't you get washed up. I'll go start breakfast."
The little girl climbs over Scully and out the bed, scurrying to the bathroom.
Scully gets her robe and makes her way to the kitchen, grabbing the phone on the
way by. Searching the pantry for pancake ingredients, she dials the Lone
Gunmen.
"Frohike, it's me," she says into the phone when the man answers.
"Agent Scully. It's a pleasure. What can we do for you?"
"Is this line secure? I need to ask a favor."
"Hold on a second," he says before she hears a series of clicks and beeps.
"Okay, go ahead. I take it this is about Emily." Frohike wasn't surpised to
hear from Agent Scully. He was suprised yesterday when she told them about
Emily and Mulder both being alive. But the shock has worn off. And he figured
she'd want answers eventually.
"I need some tests done on her. And any results you had on the tests we ran
before," she pauses and sighs before she continues. "Also, bring a sample of
Mulder's DNA to compare."
"Mulder?" Frohike asks, surprised at what she wanted. "What are you expecting
to find?"
"Well, I'm trying to find out if my eyes are playing tricks on me. Because
Emily has grown up into a little girl who looks very much like a father we
didn't think she even had."
"We'll be right over," Frohike says before hanging up.
True to their word, the guys arrive 45 minutes later. They take hair and saliva
from Emily and a little blood from a pinprick to her finger. By that evening,
they had results for Scully.
"Well, she's the same little girl as before, in case you were wondering," Byers
begins. "But there have been significant changes to her genetic make up."
"How is that possible?" Scully wants to know.
"Before, the only human DNA she had belonged to you. The rest was of alien
origin. But that alien DNA was in too high proportions and her system couldn't
handle it. When we thought she had died, she really had been put in a state of
suspended animation. Sort of like a place between a coma and death. Her vitals
were unnoticeable. After they took her from the funeral home, somehow they
introduced more human DNA into her genetic code, essentially giving her a
'father', biologically speaking."
"Mulder," she says more as a fact than a question. Byers just nods to the
affirmative.
"According to the DNA tests, this little girl is genetically your and Mulder's
daughter. The procedure was done early enough in her development before her
physical features were set. Which is why she looks so much like Mulder now."
Scully just nods, sinking down into the couch. All the evidence was there in
black and white. Scientific proof of how *They* have messed with her life yet
again. But this time in a good way. They've given her two of Mulder's
children. And she vowed silently to watch over them and protect them until he
returned.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mulder wanders around town, pausing at every pay phone he came to. He was so
tempted to call that number Bill left with him. Just for a minute so he could
hear for himself that Emily was safe. But that could mean putting the little
girl in danger. And he refused to do that.
The more he walked, the more he wondered about Emily. What was she doing? Was
she getting along with her mother? Did she miss him as much as he missed her.
The questions started to get to him. He had to know. The call wouldn't have to
be long. Just long enough to hear her little voice.
Mulder reaches the payphone on the next corner and grabs the handle, digging in
his pocket for enough change to make the call. Just as he's about to dial the
numbers, he hears a voice behind him.
"Fox, what are you doing?" Mulder closes his eyes and cringes. It was Diana.
And she almost caught him.
"I actually was about to call for a ride," he lies easily. "I walked longer
than I realized and got tired."
"You've been walking this whole time?" she questions. "You've been gone all
day."
"I didn't mean to worry you. I was just thinking about where Emily could be.
Have you heard anything?"
"Nothing. But, I called the police and they're sending someone out later on
this evening," she claims. Although Mulder doesn't believe this. She probably
hired someone to pretend to be a cop. But it really didn't matter seeing as how
Emily really wasn't missing. He just needed enough evidence to frame Diana for
the girl's disappearance. Hopefully he'll be able to scare her into running,
and then he'd be free of her.
"So I guess we should go back home to meet them," Mulder suggests.
"How about we go get a drink or something," she counters. "It's such a nice
day. There's no reason for us to be all cooped up."
"Nice day? Diana, our daughter is missing," Mulder yells. He couldn't believe
how heartless this woman was. It was like she already forgot that Emily ever
existed.
"And there's nothing we can do about that," she whispers, looking around to make
sure no one heard his outburst. "Now you're tense. We should get that drink."
He allows her to lead him across the street to Jake's Tavern. The town maybe
small, but the local watering hole was decent. It wasn't crowded since it was
early evening in the middle of the week. So that made it extra difficult to
hide the two men following Fox Mulder. Luckily they were able to duck into a
booth before Diana noticed them.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she scowls, nose turned up at the dark
interior of the bar. "We should get out of here." She wanted to keep him out
of the house, but this wasn't her idea of the ideal place to spend some quiet
time.
"But we just got here," Mulder protests. "You're the one who suggested we come
out for a drink."
"Fox, this place is nasty," she whines. "Let's go." She stands up to leave and
runs straight into a man walking past. The man was tall and well built. She
swooned a little at the intense look in his crystal blue eyes. Such an anomoly
on one who looked so burly.
"Oh, excuse me," she gasps.
"No problem," he drawls with a slight southern accent. "Hey, don't I know you?"
the man asks Mulder.
"Me? I don't think so . . . "
"I do. You're Fox Mulder. Right? We went to school together back in
Massachussetts. I'm Glenn Rodgers. Don't you remember me?" Doggett turns his
back to Diana and gives Mulder a look that only he could see, begging the man to
play along. "I'm in town with our old buddy, Bill. You remember him, don't
you?"
Mulder starts to realize what's going on. The Bill this guy was talking about
must be Bill Scully. He had to get rid of Diana somehow to talk to this guy
alone.
"I'm sorry. I don't remember much," Mulder admits. "And I would stay and chat,
but my wife and I have an important meeting later this evening."
"Actually, Fox. Why don't you stay," Diana insists. "You could use a
distraction. And I'm sure your friend here would like to catch up."
"Are you sure? You shouldn't have to deal with that all alone," Mulder argues.
"Stay, Fox. Glen take my seat," she says, practically pushing Doggett down into
the booth. "I'll see you at home." She sighs with relief as she practically
sprints out the door. Maybe now she can meet with these so called cops before
Fox gets home. That way she can control how this situation plays out and avoid
angering her bosses anymore. She was beginning to feel they were losing
patience with her. And she feared what that meant for her.
To be continued . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Spoilers - Up to beginning of Season 8
Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance
Summary - Scully sinks deeper and deeper into a depression as the hunt for
Mulder seems to wind to an unsuccessful conclusion. As she struggles to hang on
to hope, Mulder awakens to a life he doesn't remember and faces his own
struggles to maintain his grip on reality.
Disclaimer - Most of these characters aren't mine. You know that. And I know
that. They're property of someone else and used without permission strictly for
entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 6
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Margaret Scully sits quietly at her kitchen table. The only sounds around her
are the sighs her daughter breathes every now and then. She's been like this
since Bill and Doggett left. And after she called those three weird friends of
Mulder's to let them know what was going on. She's been pretty much silent
since then. It was like there was too much going on in her mind and she didn't
know how to express it verbally.
"Dana are you sure you're okay?" Margaret looks again at her daughter to see if
her words even registered.
"I don't know, Mom," she whispers. "I know that I should be ecstatic. Having
Emily back. And knowing that Mulder's alive out there somewhere. But . . . "
"You're still worried," Margaret finishes for her.
"Skeptical is more like it," she says with a cynical laugh. She always seems to
fall back to that role somehow. The skeptic. The unbeliever. The one who
always has to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.
"I know I should be happy," Scully continues. "But right now, I have questions
that need to be answered. Why did they take Mulder? What did they want with
him? What did they do to Emily? Did they have something to do with me getting
pregnant? What if all I am is some pawn to Them? Whoever *They* are.
Everything I ever wanted is right here, Mom. Mulder. Emily. This baby. But
at what price are They giving it to me?"
Margaret can only sigh, not sure what to answer her daughter. Because in all
honesty, she had those same questions and reservations. Her daughter's career
has always worried her. But she always seemed happy. It wasn't Margaret's
place to dispel that satisfaction she felt from being in the FBI. But now, she
can see the pain her daughter's choices is causing. She just hopes that Dana
can cope with this on her own until her partner returned.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a small cry coming from the other room. Almost
instantaneously, Scully is out her seat and up the stairs to get to the source
of the sound.
"Emily?" Scully asks into the dark room. The light from the closet casts a
small glow into the room, just enough to keep the girl from getting scared.
"I thought you had left, Mommy," Emily sobs. She buries her head in Scully's
shoulder and cries some more.
"Shh. It's okay, Baby. I won't leave you. I promise," Scully tries to assure
the girl. Her words work somewhat because she soon hears the sobs turn into
sniffs.
"You mean it? Even when Daddy comes? You won't make him go away like that
other lady did?" Her sad eyes look at Scully.
"Of course not," Scully promises, stroking the little girls hair. "We're going
to be a family. You. Me. Daddy. And one other person." Scully turns to sit
next to Emily on the bed before grabbing the girl's small hand. She places it
on her stomach before looking down to smile at her.
"Someone's in there?" Emily asks in amazement.
"A baby," Scully nods. "You're going to be a big sister soon."
The little girl's face lights up with a grin. She leaned down to put her arms
around Scully's waist.
"What are you doing?" Scully wonders.
"Giving the baby a hug," Emily explains. "To let him know I love him."
"That's nice, Emily," Scully tells her, wiping away a stray tear that manages to
fall. Those pregnancy hormones have her tearing up at the slightest
provocation.
"I love you too, Mommy," she whispers. "And so does Daddy. I can't wait until
he gets back and we can be a family." She snuggles closer to Scully's stomach
and drifts back to sleep.
Scully pulls Emily closer and smiles, thinking how right this all felt. She
soon finds herself falling asleep too, sweet visions of the life Emily imagined
filling her dreams.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I still don't understand why we came back home," Mulder rants. "She
disappeared from San Diego. We should be looking for her there."
"But whoever took her knows we're from here. Besides, we can't get the police
involved for another couple of hours anyway," Diana reminds him.
"Well, I can't just sit around doing nothing. I'm going out for awhile," he
says on his way out the door. He doesn't even say good-bye as the door slams
behind him.
His leaving was fine with Diana. She needed to get in touch with her people to
see how to handle this situation. She didn't like that little brat anyway. So
her disappearance was nothing tragic. But if Mulder insisted on getting the
police involved, then there could be a slight problem.
She holds the phone up to her ear when she hears him answer the other end.
"It's me. The girl is missing," she tells the mysterious man.
"She wasn't important. What's the problem?" the man asks her.
"The problem is that soon the police will be involved. And I'm sure that won't
be good. I don't know how to stop Fox. Except by erasing his memory again,"
Diana suggests.
"We can't do that again. He'll be useless to us," the man sighs. "Just sit
tight for a day or two. We'll take care of everything."
"A day or two? By then, the cops will be here. Possibly the FBI. What are we
. . ."
"I said sit tight for a day or two," the man reiterates. "I'll send someone
from our group to act as the local law enforcement. And then, I'll take care of
this little situation."
Diana barely hears the clicking of the phone hanging up over the pounding of her
heart. She was a 'situation' to them now. Not the best thing to be. Suddenly,
she was very afraid of how things were about to be resolved.
* * * * * * * * * *
The mystery man pushes an intercom on his desk, wordlessly beckoning an
associate.
"The Mulder situation has gotten completely out of hand. It's time for us to
wash our hands of the entire fiasco. Take care of them. Permanently," he
orders.
* * * * * * * * * *
Scully awakens the next morning to a pair of small hands on her face. She
blinks her eyes open and looks straight into a pair that mirror her own.
"Good morning, Sweetie," Scully smiles to the little girl.
"Morning, Mommy," Emily's little voice sings out, causing joyous tears to fill
Scully's eyes. She just couldn't seem to stop crying these days. But at least
this time, they're tears of joy.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Emily asks, worry suddenly gripping her heart.
"Nothing, Emily. I'm fine. I just didn't think I'd ever see you again. You
were really sick. And then you went away. We thought you'd be gone forever.
And I missed you so much."
"Don't worry, Mommy. I'm okay," Emily assures. "I think I missed you too."
"You think?" Scully asks, confused at the girl's statement.
"I didn't really remember you. I just remembered this." Emily looks down and
fingers the delicate cross around Scully's neck. "You gave it to me once. So I
wouldn't be afraid."
"You remembered that?" Scully is amazed as the girl just nods.
"But we couldn't remember you. Daddy remembered your hair. And he said my eyes
and mouth were just like yours. But he told me to apologize," Emily adds with a
giggle.
"Apologize for what?"
"He said to tell you he's sorry, but it looks like I got his nose," the girl
laughs.
Scully laughs along with her, but really her mind is somewhere else. On a face
that looked so much like her own, she finally notices Mulder's prominent nose,
but in a smaller version. She notices a chin shaped much like his. And she
notices a small mole on the girl's cheek in the same place as Mulder's.
"No need to apologize," Scully says when she finally manages to speak again.
"It looks perfect on you. You're a little bit of me and a little bit of your .
. . daddy." A daddy she never had before, Scully adds silently. She finds
herself wondering how Emily can have so many of Mulder's physical traits when
the only human DNA she had belonged to Scully.
"Emily, why don't you get washed up. I'll go start breakfast."
The little girl climbs over Scully and out the bed, scurrying to the bathroom.
Scully gets her robe and makes her way to the kitchen, grabbing the phone on the
way by. Searching the pantry for pancake ingredients, she dials the Lone
Gunmen.
"Frohike, it's me," she says into the phone when the man answers.
"Agent Scully. It's a pleasure. What can we do for you?"
"Is this line secure? I need to ask a favor."
"Hold on a second," he says before she hears a series of clicks and beeps.
"Okay, go ahead. I take it this is about Emily." Frohike wasn't surpised to
hear from Agent Scully. He was suprised yesterday when she told them about
Emily and Mulder both being alive. But the shock has worn off. And he figured
she'd want answers eventually.
"I need some tests done on her. And any results you had on the tests we ran
before," she pauses and sighs before she continues. "Also, bring a sample of
Mulder's DNA to compare."
"Mulder?" Frohike asks, surprised at what she wanted. "What are you expecting
to find?"
"Well, I'm trying to find out if my eyes are playing tricks on me. Because
Emily has grown up into a little girl who looks very much like a father we
didn't think she even had."
"We'll be right over," Frohike says before hanging up.
True to their word, the guys arrive 45 minutes later. They take hair and saliva
from Emily and a little blood from a pinprick to her finger. By that evening,
they had results for Scully.
"Well, she's the same little girl as before, in case you were wondering," Byers
begins. "But there have been significant changes to her genetic make up."
"How is that possible?" Scully wants to know.
"Before, the only human DNA she had belonged to you. The rest was of alien
origin. But that alien DNA was in too high proportions and her system couldn't
handle it. When we thought she had died, she really had been put in a state of
suspended animation. Sort of like a place between a coma and death. Her vitals
were unnoticeable. After they took her from the funeral home, somehow they
introduced more human DNA into her genetic code, essentially giving her a
'father', biologically speaking."
"Mulder," she says more as a fact than a question. Byers just nods to the
affirmative.
"According to the DNA tests, this little girl is genetically your and Mulder's
daughter. The procedure was done early enough in her development before her
physical features were set. Which is why she looks so much like Mulder now."
Scully just nods, sinking down into the couch. All the evidence was there in
black and white. Scientific proof of how *They* have messed with her life yet
again. But this time in a good way. They've given her two of Mulder's
children. And she vowed silently to watch over them and protect them until he
returned.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mulder wanders around town, pausing at every pay phone he came to. He was so
tempted to call that number Bill left with him. Just for a minute so he could
hear for himself that Emily was safe. But that could mean putting the little
girl in danger. And he refused to do that.
The more he walked, the more he wondered about Emily. What was she doing? Was
she getting along with her mother? Did she miss him as much as he missed her.
The questions started to get to him. He had to know. The call wouldn't have to
be long. Just long enough to hear her little voice.
Mulder reaches the payphone on the next corner and grabs the handle, digging in
his pocket for enough change to make the call. Just as he's about to dial the
numbers, he hears a voice behind him.
"Fox, what are you doing?" Mulder closes his eyes and cringes. It was Diana.
And she almost caught him.
"I actually was about to call for a ride," he lies easily. "I walked longer
than I realized and got tired."
"You've been walking this whole time?" she questions. "You've been gone all
day."
"I didn't mean to worry you. I was just thinking about where Emily could be.
Have you heard anything?"
"Nothing. But, I called the police and they're sending someone out later on
this evening," she claims. Although Mulder doesn't believe this. She probably
hired someone to pretend to be a cop. But it really didn't matter seeing as how
Emily really wasn't missing. He just needed enough evidence to frame Diana for
the girl's disappearance. Hopefully he'll be able to scare her into running,
and then he'd be free of her.
"So I guess we should go back home to meet them," Mulder suggests.
"How about we go get a drink or something," she counters. "It's such a nice
day. There's no reason for us to be all cooped up."
"Nice day? Diana, our daughter is missing," Mulder yells. He couldn't believe
how heartless this woman was. It was like she already forgot that Emily ever
existed.
"And there's nothing we can do about that," she whispers, looking around to make
sure no one heard his outburst. "Now you're tense. We should get that drink."
He allows her to lead him across the street to Jake's Tavern. The town maybe
small, but the local watering hole was decent. It wasn't crowded since it was
early evening in the middle of the week. So that made it extra difficult to
hide the two men following Fox Mulder. Luckily they were able to duck into a
booth before Diana noticed them.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she scowls, nose turned up at the dark
interior of the bar. "We should get out of here." She wanted to keep him out
of the house, but this wasn't her idea of the ideal place to spend some quiet
time.
"But we just got here," Mulder protests. "You're the one who suggested we come
out for a drink."
"Fox, this place is nasty," she whines. "Let's go." She stands up to leave and
runs straight into a man walking past. The man was tall and well built. She
swooned a little at the intense look in his crystal blue eyes. Such an anomoly
on one who looked so burly.
"Oh, excuse me," she gasps.
"No problem," he drawls with a slight southern accent. "Hey, don't I know you?"
the man asks Mulder.
"Me? I don't think so . . . "
"I do. You're Fox Mulder. Right? We went to school together back in
Massachussetts. I'm Glenn Rodgers. Don't you remember me?" Doggett turns his
back to Diana and gives Mulder a look that only he could see, begging the man to
play along. "I'm in town with our old buddy, Bill. You remember him, don't
you?"
Mulder starts to realize what's going on. The Bill this guy was talking about
must be Bill Scully. He had to get rid of Diana somehow to talk to this guy
alone.
"I'm sorry. I don't remember much," Mulder admits. "And I would stay and chat,
but my wife and I have an important meeting later this evening."
"Actually, Fox. Why don't you stay," Diana insists. "You could use a
distraction. And I'm sure your friend here would like to catch up."
"Are you sure? You shouldn't have to deal with that all alone," Mulder argues.
"Stay, Fox. Glen take my seat," she says, practically pushing Doggett down into
the booth. "I'll see you at home." She sighs with relief as she practically
sprints out the door. Maybe now she can meet with these so called cops before
Fox gets home. That way she can control how this situation plays out and avoid
angering her bosses anymore. She was beginning to feel they were losing
patience with her. And she feared what that meant for her.
To be continued . . .