Chapter Four

All other information in chapter one

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July 5, 1991
Place Unknown

I walk quickly and quietly towards the destination that I was told of. Mulder wanted me to meet him in secret because the CIA would think that it was strange that an FBI agent was associating with the CIA.

I knock on the hidden door that is barely visible if you didn't know what you were looking for. Mulder opens the door and welcomes me in to the tiny nook.

"Mulder what is it?" I ask looking at him urgently.

"I've made a decision," he replies, quietly. I stare at him, waiting for him to respond. "I've been thinking about this a lot lately and have been weighing my options, but I have decided to join the FBI," Mulder says finishing looking at me for some kind of approval.

"Mulder...," I whisper, not believing it. "I can't believe it."

"You'd better believe it, Scully," Mulder tells me, "I also have this feeling that I some how belong down in that office, like it needs me to ask the paranoid questions. People need me to."

I stare at him, not knowing that I'm falling in love with Mulder all over again. He now has the passion, the drive.

"What changed your mind?" I ask wanting to hear his reply.

"I want to find my wife and son's killer. I want to bring justice to the people in all of those X-Files that are just disregarded as unexplainable because the FBI doesn't want to run around chasing little green men for answers," Mulder responds.

"I'd kiss you right now Mulder if I didn't think that it would scare you away," I tell him passionately.

He smiles at me and any doubt that I ever had about him completely vanished. This is the beginning of a long partnership.

"Scully, have you found your parents yet?" Mulder asks breaking my thoughts.

"I'm afraid that they have disappeared for good. I've put out a missing persons APBs, but nothing has turned up in the last two weeks," I inform him.

He just nods, his face in a far off look. Like he knows something more than he's telling me, more than he's telling the rest of the world.

July 8, 1991
Scully's Apartment

I walk around my apartment silently, wondering what I'm doing here. I've been contemplating my life a lot in the last three days. My parents are nowhere to be found. Mulder is becoming the man that I once knew and I can't figure out what I'm supposed to be taking a glimpse at.

I sit down on my couch trying to take in some quiet time, but as my eyes become heavy there is a knock at the door. I get up quickly, trying to shake the sleepiness off.

"Yes?" I question before I get to the door.

No one replies. I reach the door and look out the peephole. I see in front of me Jack, my guardian angel. I swing the door open quickly glad that he has finally found me.

"Jack? What are you doing here?" I ask looking at him.

He stares back at me. His eyes dancing with laughter, but his face showing no emotion.

"Jack?" I ask again, "Have I seen my glimpse. Is it time to go back?" I anxiously question.

"No, Dana, you have a long life ahead of you. This glimpse will last as long as it takes you to figure out what your life means to you," he says prophetically.

"I've seen that glimpse. My love for Mulder is my life. I can love him in any life," I tell him.

He stares at me long and hard trying to figure me out. "Don't you get it Dana, your parents are missing even though this is only a glimpse you should be turning the world upside down to find your parents and the killer of Mulder's wife and son. It isn't who you think it is," Jack says and quickly backs away, leaving me standing there staring at the open door, pondering my life. This life the one that I'm meant to see a glimpse of...one that is becoming my own.

July 10, 1991
X-Files Office

I pace silently as I wait for Mulder to appear in this office, the one that we spent so much time in, in years that were only memories for me and not him.

I hear footsteps in the hallway and stop my pacing...looking up anxiously. Mulder walks through the door with a sullen look on his face.

"What is it Mulder?" I ask.

Mulder doesn't respond. His hazel eyes look deep into mine and I can see the sorrow that he feels, not for himself, but for me.

"Mulder?" I ask again, hoping for some kind of response.

Mulder walks over to a file cabinet and pulls out a file. He hands it to me urging me to read it with his silent pleas.

"Mulder this is my parents' file. What am I supposed to be looking at here?" I question getting annoyed by Mulder.

"The case is closed," Mulder whispers...his words forced.

I stare at him not realizing what he is saying.

"What do you mean the case is closed? Mulder? I don't...understand," I inquire already knowing what he'll say next.

Mulder moves towards me...his arms outstretched trying to take me in for a strong embrace, but I back away.

"Mulder?" I ask wanting to hear his explanation.

"I'm so sorry, Scully. They found your parents dead not more than half an hour ago," Mulder whispers with compassion.

I turn away from him, tears stinging in my eyes. I'd lost my parents...I'd lost my dad again and now I've lost my mom. I can't bare this...I won't.

"Mulder, you must be mistaken. I was told that they'd be returned safely, that they'd be okay," my voice quivers as I tell him this.

Mulder shakes his head...this time moving in for that long embrace that I don't resist.

"I'm sorry...but I think my involvement in this office got them killed," Mulder tells me already blaming himself for deaths in my family.

"Mulder it's not your fault. My dad has...had a risqué job...I can't...believe this," I finally let down my emotion guard and cry. Crying for the life that I've started to destroy...for the life that I wanted back and for the life of Mulder...the man that I love with all of my heart no matter what life we are living in. Mulder watches me cry my heart out and then looks at me, smiling.

"Scully, that isn't like you to cry," Mulder tells me, perhaps remembering me from another life.

I just smile at him as I start to anticipate the rest of this life and the glimpse that I'm meant to see.

August 4, 1991
X-Files Office

Mulder sits sharpening a whole handful of pencils, trying to do something and not be bored. He blows off the pencil dust and starts to play with them, shooting them at the ceiling...some stick. I try not to stare at him to long, but it brings a smile to my lips. I'm surprised that he isn't eating sunflower seeds and reading another X-File about alien abductions.

"Mulder are you bored?" I ask him quietly.

"What?" he asks startled almost tipping over in his already reclined chair.

"Never mind," I respond.

"Scully, you know we need a good X-File to investigate," Mulder says nonchalantly.

"Yeah, Mulder I think you are right. I mean we are in the X-Files' office and I'm guessing that is what you are supposed to investigate," I tell him sarcastically.

Mulder pulls out a file from underneath his desk. "I think this one is an interesting one," Mulder smiles at me.

I get up out of my seat and walk over to him, grabbing the file. I start to read. "ALIEN ABDUCTION" screams to be read on the front headline of a newspaper clipping. I raise my eyebrow, skeptically.

"Alien Abductions, Mulder?" I ask skeptically.

He gives me a hundred dollar smile, grabs his coat and starts to walk out the door. "Mulder?" I question.

"Come on Scully, our destination: Bellflower, Oregon," Mulder says over his shoulder. I follow him out the door, ready for the case of a lifetime.

August 6, 1991
Bellflower, Oregon

I stare silently at the dead body of Teresa Neman. Her icy eyes staring back up at mine. I can't take it any longer. I close her eyes. They tell such a story, one that she was supposed to live. She was dropped out of the sky by an unidentified object, Mulder believes that it was a UFO, but in my skeptical ways I try and argue.

I continue to stare at her lifeless body. Death has taken its toll on her and I have stopped mid-sentence in the autopsy. Mulder walks in quietly, staring at me.

"Scully?" he questions looking at my blank stare.

I look up, my eyes boring into his deep hazel ones.

I turn off the tape recorder and look back at him.

"Mulder, I have something to tell you," I say quietly.

"What is it?" inquires Mulder.

I lick my lips, nervous, trying to think of a reasonable way to explain to him that I knew this woman in another life. I saw her almost dead in a hospital bed after a known abduction that he too, was a victim of, but then I know that this will never happen to her. It will never happen to Mulder.

"I know who this woman is," I pause quietly, looking at Mulder, "After this abduction she would have claimed to be a multiple alien abductee, six years later she would have married a police officer by the name of Robert Hoese and in time she would give birth to a child that was never meant to be, a child so special, a child that is like our own son, the one that is immune to the virus," I stop after I uttered the whole speal in almost a monotone voice.

Mulder looks at me a minute longer and then cracks a smile, "No, more dead bodies for you today, Scully. I think it is time for that break that you should have taken yesterday."

I smile at him and start to walk out, but I turn back and stare at Teresa Neman's still, lifeless body and I start to tremble. Fearing for the lives of all of the people that I had ever known in my other life because so much is different, so much has changed. I fear for the life of my own son that has yet to be born, yet to come into this world and save it.

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