FBI Academy
Quantico
January 2, 1991
I walk up to the doors of the Academy. How many times have I been here, right here? To other people it will look like I am a rookie agent, trying to figure out how to fire a gun, but I know how. Eight years of being a FBI agent doesn't go away very easily.
A tall man with black hair and blue eyes comes up to me.
"Dana, I need to talk to you," the mysterious man pulls me aside.
"Who are you?" I ask. He appears to be fairly young, but for some reason he almost appears heavenly. Like he is from another world.
"I'm Jack."
"Jack? Am I supposed to know that name?" He pulls me away from where we were standing. People start to look at us.
Jack walks me towards a bench that is snow covered.
"Dana, you are wondering what you are doing in this life," he starts, "You have met your soul mate, but he isn't the man you knew for ten years, he isn't the man you said good-bye to as he drew in his last breath, he isn't Mulder."
"Yeah, well why am I here," I question.
"In life there are so many roads to travel down, so many turns you could have taken, so many choices that you could have made differently and every person that you once knew made different choices, except for you Dana, up to this point you are the same person," he informs me.
I stare at him. Everyone I have ever known is leading a different life than the one I knew of.
"Why though, why am I reliving my life?" I question, wanting to know.
"Why do you think that angels give people a chance to see another life?"
I look at him, my eyes telling him that I don't have any idea what he's talking about. I shake my head looking at him.
"This is a glimpse," he replies.
"A glimpse?" I ask in disbelief, "And when do I go back to my son? My life?"
"When you have learned what you were sent to learn and see."
"I don't understand."
Jack shakes his head, smiling, "You do too, you just don't want to understand."
"I can't love Mulder like the way he is," I tell this good for nothing angel.
"But if you look deep enough, your love for him has lasted over time and space. And will last through any kind of life you lead."
Jack disappears before my eyes. I stare at the spot he was sitting and then I look towards the Academy. I look towards my life that I know will definitely be different.
The days start to fly by. I watch as I once again relearn everything I ever knew. They thought I was exceptionally talented and happy that I signed on to become an FBI agent. I am no longer the 'Ice Queen' that they once called me. I find that I wasn't missing much being social. I never truly realized how boring some of my colleagues were. I made it through the FBI training course in no time, with flying colors.
I long to see Mulder, the man I love from another life, but I haven't heard or seen from him since Christmas. I'm pretty sure that he thought I was a crazy stuck-up brat.
Downtown D.C.
May 24, 1991
"Dana let's go!" a young man yells. I look up from the book I am reading and stare at the young man. He is actually two years older than me, but with his baby like features he barely looks twenty-one. His glistening blue eyes twinkle as he stares back at me urgently.
I give him a blank look, questioning as to where we are going. Andrew reads my blank expression. "A double homicide just took place out in Georgetown. A woman and her son."
"Did the husband kill them?" I ask, looking for the obvious.
"He walked into the room too late. The gunman knocked him out with the butt of the gun."
I grab my coat and walk out of the door. We are on the main level of the FBI building. It is kind of nice not being in the basement, but truthfully I miss the basement office. The memories I have of that office are countless. All the hours Mulder and I spent in there, all the hours that don't exist yet and probably won't. I think we discovered ourselves in that office, we discovered that we were meant to be. But then I stop thinking about the office full of memories as I am yanked back into reality as Derek grabs my arm and pulls me out of the door of the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
The ride to the scene of the crime is silent. Derek drives fast keeping his eyes glued on the road. The silence gives me time to think. Think about the life that I've found myself in. It has only been five months and I already know that this life will be different. The other life seems to be a dream.
We pull up to the crime scene, marked with yellow police tape. A body rolls out on a stretcher. I think that this is one of the victims, but I see that the person's chest is rising and falling in rhythm. The person is still alive.
I get out of the car slowly. Walking over to the husband that survived. He survived the massacre of his wife and young son and I feel a pang of sympathy for him. I too in a way have lost my significant other and my son.
As I approach the man I start to see features, features I know. A slightly larger than normal nose, a chiseled chest, long, lanky legs. And then I realize that Mulder has reentered my life. Somehow someway fate was playing it's cards right and Mulder is now a man with a mission.
I walk up to him and stare into his deep, hazel eyes. "Mulder, do you remember me?" I barely whisper.
He stares at me long and hard. "Scully, Dana Scully," he struggles to say.
I nod. "Mulder, I'm here to help you. I'm a medical doctor and we are going to get you safely to a hospital."
"What about Will? Or my wife?" Mulder whispers.
I look at him blankly, not knowing how to respond. He reacts to my blank stare. "They are dead aren't they?"
I just nod my head, not wanting to lie. He starts to cry silently. Tears steam down his face and he starts to doze off.
"Mulder! Mulder! Don't close your eyes. Stay with me," I yell desperately trying to keep him conscious.
"What?" Mulder asks groggily.
A paramedic comes up behind me and pushes the stretcher into the ambulance giving Mulder oxygen. I watch as they close the doors and take him away. I pray to God that I will see him again.
They start to roll out his wife and son. Their bodies covered with a white sheet, a mask of death.
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Mercy Hospital
Washington DC
May 30, 1991
I watch as Mulder sleeps quietly. His chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. He is just sleeping, not dying, or in a coma. Just sleep. Something I wish could have been so simple for him in the other life. I have stayed by his side now for the last six days, but he refuses to talk, to look at me. All he does is sleep.
"Scully," Derek whispers behind me. I look up and see him. He is motioning for me to come out in the hall with him. I get up slowly from the chair that is next to Mulder's bed.
I silently shut the door behind me. Derek looks at me concerned.
"What?" I ask reading his look.
"Why are you spending so much time with this man that is part of the CIA? He is most likely the cause of any government conspiracy that comes his way," he finishes getting angry.
I look at Derek and see jealousy in his eyes. I completely ignore his question. "Have they figured out who killed his wife and son?"
Derek shakes his head 'no'. "I've got to get going," Derek pauses, "You'd better come back to work or you'll most likely lose any chance of ever sitting in the Director's chair."
He turns away and starts to walk. I yell after him, "Don't you get it Derek?" He stops and turns back to me.
"Get what Dana? That you think you have some kind of connection to this man? That you think you'll get into the Director's chair someday sitting around a hospital with a damn rat," he spits out the last words.
He turns away and that was the last time I ever saw him. He resigned the next day and transferred out to Washington state to be closer to his family.
I stare at the back of his head as he walks away. And then I sit down in the chair that is outside Mulder's room. I put my head down in defeat, but then I start to laugh. Laughing at the man that had just walked out of my life, realizing that Mulder was probably the best partner I ever had.
I hear footsteps in the hallway and I look up. There before me stands the Smoking man himself. Looking just as evil as the last time I saw him alive in the other life. His lips curl up into a wicked smirk. "Dana Scully...What a surprise to see you here."
I glare at him and his evilness and realize that I might not be the only one that knows that this is just a glimpse of the life I could have lived. Maybe he knows it too.
I stare up at his evil gaze, wondering what in the world he is doing here. He reaches for something in his pocket and pulls out a pack of Morleys. The smoking man starts to light the cigarette, but pauses looking at me.
"You'd die for this man, but yet you can't love him," he says repeating the same exact words I had heard come from his lips in another life.
"What are you talking about?" I ask looking at him.
"Don't you see Dana. I made it possible for you to grab a hold of him," he says whispering. I can just hear the evil dripping in his voice. He finally lights up his cigarette.
"Why would you do that? Your only motive is to save yourself. Your own sorry a**" I tell him.
He takes a drag on his cigarette and laughs, "You are so wrong, Dana. My only intention is for you to make it right."
I look at him confused, "To make what right?"
The smoking man stares at me. Looking deep into my eyes and then he opens his mouth, but decides against it and closes it.
"What? To make what right?" I just about scream at the man.
"They are here Agent Scully and Mulder is the one that has to stop them. To save the world and myself. He needs that drive, something to keep him going and you are the key to that," he tells me this and leaves. I stare at his back as he walks away, dumbfounded.
I turn back to the room Mulder is in. Completely and entirely ready to live the life that I never did. There are forces at work...trying to connect us. Trying to get us to do the same work that I did with Mulder in the other life. Maybe I'm starting to understand this glimpse thing...maybe I'll get it, but then I hear a loud 'BEEP' come from Mulder's room. I stare at the wall in a daze, thinking that it is the end of Mulder's life...and I start to shake as nurses rush into his room. Rushing to save him...to bring him back.
TO BE CONTINUED…hehe