Well, since you all like this so far, I'll keep right on going. Just like
Energizer! Haha. Anyway, sorry it took a while to get this part out. It's a
tad confusing and I tried to get it to the point where you could understand
it. This explains pretty much everything. A little odd, I know, and yes,
you may want to shoot me after this. But trust me.The ending is worth it.
WARNING: THIS PART OF THE STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE FIRST PART. IN OTHER
WORDS, IT TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE FUNERAL.
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"Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems."-Nelly
Furtado.~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Saloon Phoenix, Arizona 3:45 AM, 1995 (Right before the new year)
Scully sat at the grimy counter, waiting for her drink. She knew when it got there she'd simply let it sit and get warm. No chance in Hell she was putting her lips on anything out of this place. It not only looked run down, but the smell was enough to compel anyone to stay out. It was a large wooden bar, not very big at all. It was filled with smoke, mostly from stale cigars or in some cases marijuana. The bartender was old, in his late fifties by Scully's guess. And the bar looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. If it wasn't mandatory that Scully be here, she would most likely leave. Oh yes, and throw up in the parking lot. Scully knew she was suppose to be on the look-out for the suspect, but her mind was somewhere else. She'd been thinking about Mulder all night. It was a hopeless inner battle between what she knew was right, and what she felt was the right thing to do. After all, if he didn't feel the same.She tried not to think about that. Sure, there'd been hints. Hell, maybe even a blunt offer or two in the past, but she'd always disregarded it as just.Mulder. But now that she knew him, really knew him, she couldn't walk away. He'd told her he owed her everything. What was he trying to say in the hallway outside his apartment that day? Scully knew they'd almost kissed, and barely remembered getting stung by that African bee. The rest was a blur, coming to her in only snippets. Bits a pieces impossible to put together, let alone try to rationalize and figure out. Scully sighed. Everything was a mess, there was no denying it. So the X-Files where back open.But for how long? How long before she was sent off to somewhere else, never seeing Mulder again? The thought made her spirit sink, and as the bartender handed her the beer, she almost considered it. But she thought again as she remembered Mulder. He was watching her from outside, probably wondering why the hell she was staring strait ahead instead of looking around. Her gaze traveled to her hands as her nails picked at each other. She was bored, there was no doubt about that. The question was, what was she going to say to- "Scully! Get down!" She turned to the sound of a gunshot and people screaming. She felt a shattering pain in her chest. "Son of a bitch!" More gunshots. The pain increased as she fell to the floor, her eyes searching for answers. The bullet had knocked the wind right out of her, and she couldn't speak. Then she saw Mulder, cuffing the suspect who she'd assumed at that moment had shot her. He ran to her side. "Someone call an ambulance! We've got an Agent down!! Damnit, someone call 911!! Hurry!!" He fell to his knees and put a hand on her cheek. She was in pain. She'd never felt pain like this, although she had been shot before. This was so much more raw and pulsing, and she had no doubt the bullet had punctured something major. She felt the wet, thick blood covering her upper torso like a violent blanket. Her vision started to become blurry and she reached for his hand. She grasped it tightly in her own, her breathing irregular and quick. "Mu.Mulder." "Shhh.Scully, it's alright. Everything's gonna be ok, they've got an ambulance on the way." "What." She breathed out deeply. Why was talking taking so much effort? She got winded from one word. How the hell was she suppose to form a sentence? Thank God Mulder understood what she was trying to ask him. "Stevens got in here before I could warn you.God, Scully, I'm sorry." "Mulder.It's.It's ok." "No it isn't. I should have been in here with you." Scully closed her eyes, no longer able to see Mulder properly. Oh yeah, her vision was effected alright. Mulder was kneeling right beside her, and the only thing she could see was a huge blur of mixed color. God why did it hurt so much? She felt the salty tears slide down her temples. "Scully? Scully can you hear me?" Why did he sound so far away? So hollow and metallic? So distant.so.Her mind started to fade. Where her eyes open or closed? Why did she feel like she was spinning in circles? "Scully? Scully! Stay with me, Scully!" She felt her hand drop to the floor. The song playing in the back got louder and louder, until it was all she heard. "Catch your breath. Hit the wall. Scream out loud, as you start to crawl, back in your cage. The only place, where they will, leave you alone. Cause the weak will seek the weaker 'till they've broken them. Could you get it back again? Would it be the same? Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense. Left you with no defense. They tore it down. And I have felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same. Locked inside, the only place, where you feel sheltered, where you feel safe. You lost yourself, in your search to find, something else, to hide behind. The fearful always preyed upon your confidence. Didn't they see the consequence? They pushed you around. The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones, breaking them until they've become, just another crown. And I have felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same. Refuse to feel, anything at all. Refuse to slip. Refuse to fall. You can't be weak. You can't stand still. Watch your back, cause no one will. You don't know why you had to go this far. Traded your worth for these scars, for your only company. Don't believe the lies that they have told to you. Not one word was true. You're alright, you're alright, you're alright." The beat seemed to keep time with her heart. It was fading slowly, and she knew she was losing the battle between staying and going. She felt herself being lifted, carried away. She wasn't sure if it was only mental, or if the ambulance had gotten there. She wasn't too sure she wanted to know. She could hear a mixture of voices all around her, but she couldn't respond. She heard Mulder saying her name, but she couldn't say his back. Her breath was too shallow, she could barely breathe in. She felt the sting of a needle. She was almost able to register the oxygen mask around her mouth, but yet her eyes remained shut. She couldn't open them. It was as if the lids had been glued to her eyes, forcing them to stay shut, no matter how she tried to open them. But she wasn't trying anymore. She was far too tired to fight right now, and she felt so faint. She just wanted to sleep, but they where keeping her awake. She knew these symptoms, but her mind wouldn't work with her. It had gone on auto-shut down. She didn't feel them checking for a pulse, and she knew she'd gone numb. She must have lost a lot of blood laying there. How long had she been laying there? She heard the sound of buttons being ripped, and felt the tug as her shirt came off. What was happening to her? She was trying to remember what symptoms these where. Why wasn't her mind working? Why was her body.And then she remembered. Comatose. The fog took over her brain as she faded out completely. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* Don't shoot! LOL. There's a reason for this, and it will be explained in the next part of the story. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves so far. I know I am.
~Madame Spooky~
The Saloon Phoenix, Arizona 3:45 AM, 1995 (Right before the new year)
Scully sat at the grimy counter, waiting for her drink. She knew when it got there she'd simply let it sit and get warm. No chance in Hell she was putting her lips on anything out of this place. It not only looked run down, but the smell was enough to compel anyone to stay out. It was a large wooden bar, not very big at all. It was filled with smoke, mostly from stale cigars or in some cases marijuana. The bartender was old, in his late fifties by Scully's guess. And the bar looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. If it wasn't mandatory that Scully be here, she would most likely leave. Oh yes, and throw up in the parking lot. Scully knew she was suppose to be on the look-out for the suspect, but her mind was somewhere else. She'd been thinking about Mulder all night. It was a hopeless inner battle between what she knew was right, and what she felt was the right thing to do. After all, if he didn't feel the same.She tried not to think about that. Sure, there'd been hints. Hell, maybe even a blunt offer or two in the past, but she'd always disregarded it as just.Mulder. But now that she knew him, really knew him, she couldn't walk away. He'd told her he owed her everything. What was he trying to say in the hallway outside his apartment that day? Scully knew they'd almost kissed, and barely remembered getting stung by that African bee. The rest was a blur, coming to her in only snippets. Bits a pieces impossible to put together, let alone try to rationalize and figure out. Scully sighed. Everything was a mess, there was no denying it. So the X-Files where back open.But for how long? How long before she was sent off to somewhere else, never seeing Mulder again? The thought made her spirit sink, and as the bartender handed her the beer, she almost considered it. But she thought again as she remembered Mulder. He was watching her from outside, probably wondering why the hell she was staring strait ahead instead of looking around. Her gaze traveled to her hands as her nails picked at each other. She was bored, there was no doubt about that. The question was, what was she going to say to- "Scully! Get down!" She turned to the sound of a gunshot and people screaming. She felt a shattering pain in her chest. "Son of a bitch!" More gunshots. The pain increased as she fell to the floor, her eyes searching for answers. The bullet had knocked the wind right out of her, and she couldn't speak. Then she saw Mulder, cuffing the suspect who she'd assumed at that moment had shot her. He ran to her side. "Someone call an ambulance! We've got an Agent down!! Damnit, someone call 911!! Hurry!!" He fell to his knees and put a hand on her cheek. She was in pain. She'd never felt pain like this, although she had been shot before. This was so much more raw and pulsing, and she had no doubt the bullet had punctured something major. She felt the wet, thick blood covering her upper torso like a violent blanket. Her vision started to become blurry and she reached for his hand. She grasped it tightly in her own, her breathing irregular and quick. "Mu.Mulder." "Shhh.Scully, it's alright. Everything's gonna be ok, they've got an ambulance on the way." "What." She breathed out deeply. Why was talking taking so much effort? She got winded from one word. How the hell was she suppose to form a sentence? Thank God Mulder understood what she was trying to ask him. "Stevens got in here before I could warn you.God, Scully, I'm sorry." "Mulder.It's.It's ok." "No it isn't. I should have been in here with you." Scully closed her eyes, no longer able to see Mulder properly. Oh yeah, her vision was effected alright. Mulder was kneeling right beside her, and the only thing she could see was a huge blur of mixed color. God why did it hurt so much? She felt the salty tears slide down her temples. "Scully? Scully can you hear me?" Why did he sound so far away? So hollow and metallic? So distant.so.Her mind started to fade. Where her eyes open or closed? Why did she feel like she was spinning in circles? "Scully? Scully! Stay with me, Scully!" She felt her hand drop to the floor. The song playing in the back got louder and louder, until it was all she heard. "Catch your breath. Hit the wall. Scream out loud, as you start to crawl, back in your cage. The only place, where they will, leave you alone. Cause the weak will seek the weaker 'till they've broken them. Could you get it back again? Would it be the same? Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense. Left you with no defense. They tore it down. And I have felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same. Locked inside, the only place, where you feel sheltered, where you feel safe. You lost yourself, in your search to find, something else, to hide behind. The fearful always preyed upon your confidence. Didn't they see the consequence? They pushed you around. The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones, breaking them until they've become, just another crown. And I have felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same, as you. I've felt the same. Refuse to feel, anything at all. Refuse to slip. Refuse to fall. You can't be weak. You can't stand still. Watch your back, cause no one will. You don't know why you had to go this far. Traded your worth for these scars, for your only company. Don't believe the lies that they have told to you. Not one word was true. You're alright, you're alright, you're alright." The beat seemed to keep time with her heart. It was fading slowly, and she knew she was losing the battle between staying and going. She felt herself being lifted, carried away. She wasn't sure if it was only mental, or if the ambulance had gotten there. She wasn't too sure she wanted to know. She could hear a mixture of voices all around her, but she couldn't respond. She heard Mulder saying her name, but she couldn't say his back. Her breath was too shallow, she could barely breathe in. She felt the sting of a needle. She was almost able to register the oxygen mask around her mouth, but yet her eyes remained shut. She couldn't open them. It was as if the lids had been glued to her eyes, forcing them to stay shut, no matter how she tried to open them. But she wasn't trying anymore. She was far too tired to fight right now, and she felt so faint. She just wanted to sleep, but they where keeping her awake. She knew these symptoms, but her mind wouldn't work with her. It had gone on auto-shut down. She didn't feel them checking for a pulse, and she knew she'd gone numb. She must have lost a lot of blood laying there. How long had she been laying there? She heard the sound of buttons being ripped, and felt the tug as her shirt came off. What was happening to her? She was trying to remember what symptoms these where. Why wasn't her mind working? Why was her body.And then she remembered. Comatose. The fog took over her brain as she faded out completely. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* Don't shoot! LOL. There's a reason for this, and it will be explained in the next part of the story. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves so far. I know I am.
~Madame Spooky~